Told in the East Part 31
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"Ay! There will be a houghing shortly after dawn!" he muttered. "Would only that I were there to see!... Where are the sepoys?" he demanded.
"I know not. How should I know, who have been thy guest these hours past? This march is none of my ordering."
The priest pressed hard on a stone k.n.o.b that seemed to be part of the carving on a wall, then he leaned his weight against the wall and a huge stone swung inward, while a fetid breath of air wafted outward in their faces.
"None know this road but I!" exclaimed the priest.
"None need to!" said the Risaldar. "Pa.s.s on, snake, into thy hole. We follow."
"Steps!" said the priest, and began descending.
"Curses!" said the Risaldar, stumbling and falling down on top of him. "Have a care, Suliman! The stone is wet and slippery."
Down, down they climbed, one behind the other, Suliman grunting beneath his burden and the Risaldar keeping up a running fire of oaths. Each time that he slipped, and that was often, he cursed the priest and cautioned Suliman. But the priest only laughed, and apparently Suliman was sure-footed, for he never stumbled once. They seemed to be diving down into the bowels of the earth. They were in pitch-black darkness, for the stone had swung to behind them of its own accord. The wall on either side of them was wet with slime and the stink of decaying ages rose and almost stifled them. But the priest kept on descending, so fast that the other two had trouble to keep up with him, and he hummed to himself as though he knew the road and liked it.
"The bottom!" he called back suddenly. "From now the going is easy, until we rise again. We pa.s.s now under the city-wall."
But they could see nothing and hear nothing except their own footfalls swis.h.i.+ng in the ooze beneath them. Even the priest's words seemed to be lost at once, as though he spoke into a blanket, for the air they breathed was thicker than a mist and just as damp. They walked on, along a level, wet, stone pa.s.sage for at least five minutes, feeling their way with one band on the wall.
"Steps, now!" said the priest. "Have a care, now, for the lower ones are slippery."
Ruth was regaining consciousness. She began to move and tried once or twice to speak.
"Here, thou!" growled the Risaldar. "Thou art a younger man than I-come back here. Help with the memsahib."
The priest came back a step or two, but Suliman declined his aid, snarling vile insults at him.
"I can manage!" he growled. "Get thou behind me, Mahommed Khan, in case I slip!"
So Mahommed Khan came last, and they slipped and grunted upward, round and round a spiral staircase that was hewn out of solid rock. No light came through from anywhere to help them, but the priest climbed on, as though he were accustomed to the stair and knew the way from constant use. After five minutes of steady climbing the stone grew gradually dry. The steps became smaller, too, and deeper, and not so hard to climb. Suddenly the priest reached out his arm and pulled at something or other that hung down in the darkness. A stone in the wall rolled open. A flood of light burst in and nearly blinded them.
"We are below Kharvani's temple!" announced the priest. He led them through the opening into a four-square room hewn from the rock below the foundations of the temple some time in the dawn of history. The light that had blinded them when they first emerged proved to be nothing but the flicker of two small oil lamps that hung suspended by bra.s.s chains from the painted ceiling. The only furniture was mats spread on the cut-stone floor.
"By which way did we come?" asked the Risaldar, staring in amazement round the walls. There was not a door nor crack, nor any sign of one, except that a wooden ladder in one corner led to a trapdoor overhead, and they had certainly not entered by the ladder.
"Nay! That is a secret!" grinned the priest. "He who can may find the opening! Here can the woman and her servant stay until we need them."
"Here in this place?"
"Where else? No man but I knows of this crypt! The ladder there leads to another room, where there is yet another ladder, and that one leads out through a secret door I know of, straight into the temple. Art ready? There is need for haste!"
"Wait!" said the Risaldar.
"These soldiers!" sneered the priest. "It is wait-wait-wait with them, always!"
"Hast thou a son."
"Ay! But what of it?"
"I said 'hast,' not 'hadst'!"
"Ay. I have a son.
"Where?"
"In one of the temple-chambers overhead."
"Nay, priest! Thy son lies gagged and bound and trussed in a place I know of, and which thou dost not know!"
"Since when?"
"Since by my orders he was laid there."
"Thou art the devil! Thou liest, Rajput!"
"So? Go seek thy son!"
The priest's face had blanched beneath the olive of his skin, and he stared at Mahommed Khan through distended eyes.
"My son!" he muttered.
"Aye! Thy priestling! He stays where he is, as hostage, until my return! Also the heavenborn stays here! If, on my return, I find the heavenborn safe and sound, I will exchange her for thy son-and if not, I will tear thy son into little pieces before thy eyes, priest! Dost thou understand?"
"Thou liest! My son is overhead in the temple here!"
"Go seek him, then!"
The priest turned and scampered up the ladder with an agility that was astonis.h.i.+ng in a man of his build and paunch.
"Hanuman should have been thy master!" jeered the Risaldar. "So run the bandar-log, the monkey-folk!"
But the priest had no time to answer him. He was half frantic with the sickening fear of a father for his only son. He returned ten minutes later, panting, and more scared than ever.
"Go, take thy white woman," he exclaimed, "and give me my son back!"
"Nay, priest! Shall I ride with her alone through that horde that are marching through the gate? I go now for an escort; in eight-ten-twelve-I know not how many hours, I will return for her, and then-thy son will be exchanged for her, or he dies thus in many pieces!"
He turned to Suliman. "Is she awake yet?" he demanded.
"Barely, but she recovers."
"Then tell her, when consciousness returns, that I have gone and will return for her. And stay here, thou, and guard her until I come."
"Ha, sahib!"
"Now, show the way!"
"But-" said the priest, "our bargain? The price that we agreed on-one lakh, was it not?"
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