India -- History -- 1000-1526 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Reincarnation -- Fiction
broke in Ragunáth, whispering,
“‘One delight of all thy beauty;
But yield up open-hearted
His pearl, his prize, his bride!’”
Ahalya shuddered again and was silent, wondering what evil genius had
made her begin that song. She began to fear, desperately, that Bhavani
had not understood: that she was really left alone, at the mercy of
this man whom she feared as much as she hated. Therefore, filled with
terror at what she had made herself do, she suddenly determined to
attempt escape; and, on the instant darting from Ragunáth’s side, she
started, at the top of her speed, across the grass, in the direction
of the road. Ragunáth, taken wholly by surprise, stood for a second
staring after her, and then hurried in pursuit. Unhampered by his
garments, and far more used to swift exercise than she, he overtook her
halfway to the road, and caught her round the waist in an iron clasp.
She gave a faint cry, and, at his touch, strove wildly to escape it.
But Ragunáth was not now in a mood to let her go. Grasping her yet more
firmly, he lifted her, and, in the starry darkness, carried her across
the open space and into a little copse of champaks and wild cotton
trees at one side of the empty lawn. Here began a fierce struggle.
Ahalya fought like one possessed of a demon; and Ragunáth was a little
aghast at the strength of her fury. Fearing to hurt her, and realizing
that at this rate her strength could not last, he devoted himself only
to defence and the prevention of her escape, reserving his force for
the time of her exhaustion. And indeed Ahalya presently found herself
in a sad plight. Her strength would not last above a minute more. Only
one hope was left now; and that was desperate enough. Lifting her head,
she uttered two piercing screams. And—to Ragunáth’s consternation—she
was answered by a fierce cry, as a man’s figure dashed through the
trees to where they stood.
Ahalya had only an instant in which to recognize the gaunt form of
Fidá. She caught one view of his face in the gloom, alight with such
fury as she had never dreamed he possessed. Then the two men were
locked together in mortal struggle.
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