Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
I hurled the knife away, and said, “There goes the knife,” and then I
folded my arms and stood waiting. He went on:
“Now, if the Sahib will not call me a liar, or the son of a dog, or
curse me.”
I held up my right hand and said: “Ram Kishn! I will eat an oath before
God, that I will not touch you with my hands or feet, neither will I
harm you with my words, if you tell me what you mean.”
After a few moments, he said, “Sahib, you know the young Sahib who comes
here often, and sings with the Mem Sahib, who goes out with her in the
phaeton when you are absent?” I nodded my head in reply. “Well, when you
are gone to your villages—how can I tell it, Sahib? he comes late at
night when the lights are all out, and the Mem Sahib lets him in, and he
does not go away till early next morning.”
I staggered and fell. He rushed to me moaning, “Sahib, forgive me, what
have I done? I have killed you!” Then he helped me to a seat in the
arbor.
It seemed my heart had stopped, and I was choking. He stood with the
palms of his hands together, bending towards me, and the tears running
down his cheeks.
For some time we were silent. I could not think, it seemed that I had
fallen from some house or tree and was insensible. After awhile I said.
“Ram Kishn, I don’t doubt that you believe what you say, but there must
be some mistake. It is impossible, impossible.”
Then he said, “Sahib, do not say a word, not even to the Mem Sahib. I am
the only one of the servants who knows this, for don’t I watch on the
front veranda when the Sahib is absent?”
“But, what shall I do?” I asked, for I was in such a dazed stupor that I
could not think.
He replied, “The Sahib is going away to-night. Go, but do not go far
from the station, and return here to this arbor at twelve o’clock. Do
not come before that time, or the servants will be about, and we do not
want them to know anything of this, and then we’ll see that which is to
happen, will happen.” I told him I would do as he said, and that he
should order the sais to have the cart ready at five o’clock, and to
have the bearer put in my luggage. He replied that it should be just as
I ordered.
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