Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
With ever-recurring apology for daring to advise so great an
excellency, he unfolded a plan of escape which seemed to Ananda, the
more he considered it, the only possible means of getting away. The
excellency was to pack his property into parcels and bundles which the
sweeper would convey away in the night with the assistance of his wife
and son to some safe hiding-place in the jungle. The portmanteaux must
be left behind, empty, or suspicion would be roused if by chance one of
the family paid a visit to the master. On the second night after the
household had retired Ananda was to steal quietly away and walk to a
station some distance from the town, where he would not be recognised.
The sweeper and his relatives would act as carriers for his luggage.
His sister who served the College excellency would obtain a day's
holiday from the housekeeper and help. All might be relied upon for
keeping the secret, and his honour need have no fear.
Ananda made only one suggestion, that he should start with them and
take the train twenty-four hours earlier. To this the man objected on
the score of requiring more time to make the arrangements for the night
march. When Ananda spoke of a reward the pariah protested vehemently
that none was required. Some day in the future, when his honour had
grown rich, perhaps he would allow his son and daughter to serve him--a
promise easy to give and easy to perform when the time should come.
The crowing of cocks fell on their ears, and the men started.
"I must be going, sir. The women will soon awake and be moving to the
cattle shed. Your excellency must forgive this worthless servant for
touching your honour's sacred property; but there is no other way," he
said deprecatingly.
"It is forgiven," replied Ananda, remembering how roughly he had bidden
that same man on his arrival to leave his trunks alone. Rather than
have them contaminated by his touch he had himself hauled them into his
room. "Did you not carry the Englishman's food basket for him? Then
surely you may carry my clothing without offence."
All day Ananda was busy in the privacy of his little den, putting his
personal belongings together in handy portable parcels, tying some in
bundles when his limited supply of brown paper and string came to an
end. Quiet reigned over the house; and if he chanced to look out of
the door no one crossed his line of vision in the compound. By the
afternoon he had finished. He put on his cap to take a little walk.
Beyond the wall that bounded the grounds he caught sight of two or
three figures. They would have attracted no attention had it not been
for the warning of the pariah. The man was correct. Undoubtedly he
was being watched as far as the outside of the house was concerned, and
with no friendly intention either; but as long as he remained indoors
he was left severely alone. This was satisfactory, as the sight of his
preparations would rouse suspicion and endanger the success of his
scheme.
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