India -- History -- 1000-1526 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Reincarnation -- Fiction
Such was the beginning of Ahmed’s sickness. It endured for more than
five weeks, and, but for Churi’s unceasing care and skill, had lasted
scarcely three days. It was, moreover, the beginning of an intimacy
between the eunuch and Fidá, which developed with a rapidity and a
completeness that surprised them both. During the first few days,
when the danger was extreme, no one was allowed to see the sick boy.
But after that Fidá was admitted regularly; and, first for the sake
of Ahmed, then on his own account, he spent three quarters of his
spare time in the sick room. Churi having a private interest in Fidá,
he succeeded in making himself so interesting that the slave, though
suffering doubly from captivity and from hopeless love, was drawn out
of himself by the strength of the other’s personality.
Ahmed’s convalescence was a fruitful period. Churi had returned to the
regular zenana duties, modified when there were any sick whom he must
attend; and so the hours in which he saw the captive were much fewer,
but thereby more prized. Churi early disclosed the fact that he had
Arabian blood in his veins; and Fidá, in a passion of yearning for his
people, made this almost a symbol of brotherhood, and poured out to his
new-found confidant all his life-story, with its fury of battle and its
dulness of peace. Churi studied the young man keenly; for just at this
time pressure was being brought to bear on him from another quarter,
and amazing possibilities began to shape themselves in his imagination.
Ahalya, chafing with impatience, longing, and bitterness, in her pretty
prison-house, had become imprudent, and told him half of what he
already knew.
Churi had high responsibilities when he served the zenana. His duties
during the day were light enough; but by night, his was the task to
fasten every door and window looking out upon the unguarded court
of the zenana; and his night-watch at the inner entrance, in the
antechamber connecting the women’s wing with the palace, was between
the hours of twelve and two. Here was the trust which he had never
betrayed. And here, also, were possibilities which he had never
considered. The problem was before him now, however; for his feeling
for Fidá grew daily stronger. He was beginning to consider things
which, had they been suspected by a single soul in Mandu, would have
sent him, and with him Fidá, on the quickest road to death.
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