And instantly he picked up his sword, and threw it into the air. And
the sword turned like a wheel, flashing in the moonlight, and fell
back to the ground. Then Umra-Singh took it up, and immediately went
out of the city, making for the quarter pointed out like a finger by
the blade of his sword.
V.
Nightwalker
And then as a black bee roves from flower to flower he wandered from
city to city, and from one country to another: and he went north and
east and west and south, till the elephants of the eight quarters
knew him as it were by sight. Yet he never found anyone who could
tell him his way, or had ever heard the name of the Land of the Lotus
of the Sun. And meanwhile the suns of the hot seasons burned him
like a furnace, and the cold seasons froze the blood in his veins,
and the rains roared over his head like a wild-elephant, and at the
last, he said to himself: Now for thrice six seasons have I been
seeking, and yet I know no more of my way to the Land of the Lotus
than I did before. And undoubtedly, if such a Land exists in the
world, it can be known only to the birds of the air. Therefore now I
will abandon the dwellings of men, and enter the Great Forest, for
only in this way will it ever be possible for me to discover a land
of which no human being has ever heard.
So he went into the forest and proceeded onward, turning his face to
the south. Then as he went the trees grew thicker and thicker, and
taller and taller, till they shut out the light of the sun. And at
last there came a day when he looked before him, and saw only a
darkness like that of the mouth of death: and he looked behind him,
and saw the light of evening glimmering a great way off, as if afraid
to keep him company. And as he went on slowly, feeling his way with
the point of his sword, suddenly in the darkness another face peered
into his own, and stuck out at him a long red tongue. And Umra-Singh
started back, and looked, and saw before him a root-eating
Wairágí[1], clad in a coat of bark, with long hair, and nails like
the claws of a bird, and his legs and arms were bare, and his skin
like that on the foot of an elephant.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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