Historical fiction; India -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Thugs (Indic criminal group) -- Fiction
The men approached, and the merchant was presented to my father. "To
your kindness," he said to me, "I owe all I possess, and if these
poor bags might but be allowed to remain along with the rest of the
merchandize you are protecting, it would increase the favour and they
would be safe."
"Surely," I replied, "you can unload your beasts; and there is the pile
of goods, you can put your bags on the top of it."
It was curious to see the behaviour of the men of the band; they
appeared to have an instinctive knowledge of the purpose for which
the men had been brought into the encampment. They did not evince
the smallest savageness of demeanour, as perhaps might have been
expected; on the contrary, every one was most civil and attentive to
the strangers; one offered to rub down the ponies, another to make a
place for cooking, a third to bring grass from the town, or anything
they might require for their meal. In a short time we observed the
appearance of care and anxiety on the face of the merchant to give
place to a cheerful expression, and long before evening both the
men were among a knot of the Thugs, listening to their stories, and
themselves relating their adventures. Little did they think what
preparations were making, and that in a few short hours they would
cease to be counted with the living.
CHAPTER VIII.
Meanwhile a consultation was held as usual at my father's tent, and the
different parts were assigned to us. The office of Bhuttote fell to me,
and the merchant was delivered to my hands. I now experienced none of
the hesitation which had formerly troubled my mind; I only longed for
objects to exercise myself on, to perfect my hand in the peculiar knack
it required. I had before me the example of those I most looked up
to, and to equal or excel them was my sole ambition. I was determined
to excel, and the excitement of the whole system proved a powerful
stimulus. In this matter too I had acted a prominent part as a Sotha;
and I began to pride myself on my ingenuity in seconding, as I had
done, one so completely an adept as Bhudrinath.
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