Told in the East Part 28
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"I have him. I have the priestling in a sack. I have him trussed and bound and gagged, so that he can neither speak nor wriggle!"
"Where?"
"Hidden safely."
"I said to bring him here!"
"I could not. Listen! That ayah-where is she?"
"Dead! What has the ayah to do with it?"
"This-she was to give a sign. She was not to slay. She had leave only to take the jewels. Her orders were either to wait until she knew by questioning that the section would not return or else, when it had returned, to wait until the memsahib and Bellairs sahib slept, and then to make a sign. They grow tired of waiting now, for there is news! At Jundhra the rebels are defeated, and at Doonha likewise."
"How know you this?"
"By listening to the priests' talk while I lay in wait to snare the priestling. Nothing is known as yet as to what the guns or garrison at Doonha do, but it is known that they of Jundhra will march on Hanadra here. They search now for their High Priest, being minded to march out of here and set an ambush on the road."
"They have time. From Jundhra to here is a long march! Until tomorrow evening or the day following they have time!"
"Aye! And they have fear also! They seek their priest-listen."
There were voices plainly audible in the courtyard down below, and two more men stood at the foot of the winding stairway whispering. By listening intently they could hear almost what they said, for the stone stairway acted like a whispering-gallery, the voices echoing up it from wall to wall.
"Why do they seek him here?"
"They have sought elsewhere and not found him; and there is talk-He claimed the memsahib as his share of the plunder. They think-"
Mahommed Khan glared at the trussed-up priest and swore a savage oath beneath his breath.
"Have they touched the stables yet?" he demanded.
"No, not yet. The loot is to be divided evenly among certain of the priests, and no man may yet lay a hand on it."
"Is there a guard there?"
"No. No one would steal what the priests claim, and the priests will not trust one another. So the horses stand in their stalls unwatched."
The voices down the stairs grew louder, and the sound of footsteps began ascending, slowly and with hesitation.
"Quick!" said the Risaldar. "Light me that brazier again!"
Charcoal lights quickly, and before the steps had reached the landing Mahommed Khan had a hot coal glowing in his tongs:
"Now speak to them!" he growled at the shuddering priest. "Order them to go back to their temple and tell them that you follow!"
The priest shut his lips tight and shook his head. With rescue so near as that, he could see no reason to obey. But the hot coal touched him, and a Hindu who may be not at all afraid to die can not stand torture.
"I speak!" he answered, writhing.
"Speak, then!" said the Risaldar, choosing a larger coal. Then, in the priest's language, which none-and least of all a Risaldar-can understand except the priests themselves, he began to shout directions, pitching his voice into a high, wailing, minor key. He was answered by another sing-song voice outside the door and he listened with a glowing coal held six inches from his eyes.
"An eye for a false move!" hissed Mahommed Khan. "Two eyes are the forfeit unless they go down the stairs again! Then my half-brother here will follow to the temple and if any watch, or stay behind, thy ears will sizzle!"
The High Priest raised his voice into a wail again, and the feet shuffled along the landing and descended.
"Put down that coal!" he pleaded. "I have done thy bidding!"
"Watch through the window!" said the Risaldar. "Then follow!"
His giant half-brother peered from behind the curtain and listened. He could hear laughter, ribald, mocking laughter, but low, and plainly not intended for the High Priest's ears.
"They go!" he growled.
"Then follow."
Once again the Risaldar was left alone with the priest and the unconscious Ruth. She was suffering from the effects of long days and nights of nerve-destroying heat, with the shock of unexpected horror super-added, and she showed no disposition to recover consciousness. The priest, though, was very far from having lost his power to think.
"You are a fool!" he sneered at the Risaldar, but the sword leaped from its scabbard at the word and he changed that line of argument. "You hold cards and know not how to play them!"
"I know along which road my honor lies! I lay no plans to murder people in their sleep."
"Honor! And what is honor? What is the interest on honor-how much percent?"
The Risaldar turned his back on him, but the High Priest laughed.
"'The days of the Raj are numbered!" said the priest. "The English will be slain to the last man and then where will you be? Where will be the profit on your honor?"
The Risaldar listened, for he could not help it, but he made no answer.
"Me you hold here, a prisoner. You can slay or torture. But what good will that do? The woman that you guard will fall sooner or later into Hindu hands. You can not fight against a legion. Listen! I hold the strings of wealth. With a jerk I can unloose a fortune in your lap. I need that woman there!"
"For what?" snarled the Risaldar, whirling round on him, his eyes ablaze.
"'For power! Kharvani's temple here has images and paintings and a voice that speaks-but no Kharvani!"
The Rajput turned away again and affected unconcern.
"Could Kharvani but appear, could her wors.h.i.+pers but see Kharvani manifest, what would a lakh, two lakhs, a crore of rupees mean to me, the High Priest of her temple? I could give thee anything! The power over all India would be in my hands! Kharvani would but appear and say thus and thus, and thus would it be done!"
The Risaldar's hand had risen to his mustache. His back was still turned on the priest, but he showed interest. His eyes wandered to where Ruth lay in a heap by the inner door and then away again.
"Who would believe it?" he growled in an undertone.
"They would all believe it! One and all! Even Mohammedans would become Hindus to wors.h.i.+p at her shrine and beg her favors. Thou and I alone would share the secret. Listen! Loose me these bonds-my limbs ache."
Mahommed Khan turned. He stooped and cut them with his sword.
"Now I can talk," said the priest, sitting up and rubbing his ankles. "Listen. Take thou two horses and gallop off, so that the rest may think that the white woman has escaped. Then return here secretly and name thy price-and hold thy tongue!"
Told in the East Part 28
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