Historical fiction; India -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Thugs (Indic criminal group) -- Fiction
"Well," said I, "since the matter has come to this issue, that her life
or death is in my hands, I consent;" and I arose, and went with her.
Oh, with what joy the unhappy girl received me! long she hung upon my
bosom, and blessed me as her preserver, and kissed her slave when she
related what she had said to me, and that I had agreed to her wishes.
"It is to save your precious life," I cried, "that I thus expose myself
to the sneers and taunts of my friends and your own: think on the
sacrifice I make in losing their love, and you will behave cautiously
and decently on the road; we need not meet--nay we must not, the
temptation would be too strong for us both; but I swear by your head
and eyes I will not leave you, and you shall travel in our company."
The slave had gone out, and she drew towards me. "Beware," said she,
"how you deceive me, for I know your secret, and if you are unfaithful
I will expose it; your life is in my hands, and you know it."
"What secret?" cried I in alarm. "What can you mean?"
"I know that you are a Thug," she said, in a low and determined voice;
"my slave has discovered you, and a thousand circumstances impress the
belief that you are one upon my mind--your men, the way you encamp,
the ceremonies my slave has seen your men performing, and the freedom
with which you go forward or return at your pleasure. All these are
conclusive, and I bid you beware! for nothing that you can say will
persuade me to the contrary; you have even now the property of those
you have killed in your camp--you cannot deny it, your looks confirm my
words."
I inwardly cursed the prying curiosity of the slave, and feared she
had discovered us through one of our men with whom I had seen her
conversing, and I determined to destroy him. But I had now fairly met
my match, and though abashed for a moment, I replied to her: "Then,
Shurfun, since you have discovered us, I have no alternative, we must
be united, I to save my life and the lives of my men, you to save your
own. It is a fearful tie which binds us, but it cannot be broken."
"I thought so," she said; "fool that I was not to have urged this
before! I might have saved myself the agony which I have endured. Now,
go; I will hear of you from day to day, and it may be that we shall
have an opportunity of conversing unobserved. Now I am sure of you, and
my mind is at ease."
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