In the Guardianship of GodSteel, Flora Annie Webster
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In the Guardianship of God
Steel, Flora Annie Webster
India -- Fiction; Short stories, English
"Up and up, step by step, and we--even I, brothers, watching
helpless--drawn after it perforce, to see--to know ...
"So the steps were left silent in the starlight. I did not see the
end, brothers. It was beyond my sight. They told me afterwards it was
in the bazaar, with half the town to see; but I had crept away, a
great shivering on me, for I had remembered the flowers and the young
_sahib's_ words about the gods.
"And I remembered the child. What had become of the child?
"Then suddenly I understood. Then I knew what the method of the sword
had been--how it had hidden, had lured!
"It was nigh dawn when I remembered; dawn as it is now. Look! The iron
of night's scabbard grows into the steel of day's sword upon the
water; and hark! that is the cry of the mallards. The world is waking.
So it was when I crept down to Kâli's shrine.
"The blood was still dripping into the water, and when I drew the dead
mass of flesh from blocking the doorway, the red of it lay in a pool
up to Her feet. But the child had crawled on Her knees, brothers, and
had cried itself to sleep there.
"Yet when it wakened at my touch it did not cry, for, see you, it knew
me; and so, when it saw the milk, set in a bowl before Her as
offering, it stretched its hands for it.
"Thus it was made clear. So I gave it Mai Kâli's milk, knowing it was
true what he had said, 'that they had squared the gods.'"
The voice paused, and another asked, "And then?" before it went on
dreamily.
"Yea! it was true indeed, for ere the day ended they were back with
guns and soldiers. So, since silence is better than speech when nought
is sure, I crept in the night to a Colonel's house and left the child
in the garden for them to find.
"Forty years ago, brothers! Forty years is it since the boats slipped
down to safety with the _Huzoors_, and now ..."
There was a sudden stir in the waiting crowd.
A boat had slipped up the river shadows from the bridge and was making
for the steps.
"That's your station, Brown," said an English voice; "the water is a
bit deep about the shrine, remember, and the old women are devilish
hard to keep back. All right!" it continued, as a man stepped out. "Go
on to the next. We are a bit early on the field; but it is as well to
be beforehand, and square things."
As the boat paddled on, another English voice in the stern said in a
low tone, "Why did you put Brown there? Just where his father was
killed, don't you remember?"
"Just why I did! He won't stand any nonsense, and it is a troublesome
job. Besides, he wasn't killed, and there's luck in it. That was a
queer story. Some one saved him, of course, but why? and how? Now,
Smith! there you are. And, as I said to Brown, for Heaven's sake look
after the old dodderers, male and female. When they've nothing left to
live for ..."
The rest was lost as the boat went on to a yet farther station.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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