Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
No sign of any movement was apparent, and Dorama, recovering her nerve,
climbed the wall and joined him. They set off at a steady pace. There
was no moon; but the stars gave sufficient light to help the travellers
along the broad, well-kept road. Dorama's little feet were bare. They
fell noiselessly except for the chink of her silver toe-rings. Ananda
wore English boots, strong and serviceable; but the warm, sub-tropical
climate had affected the leather and made them creak. Possibly it was
the noise of his tread that drowned the sound of approaching footsteps.
Dorama was the first to hear it. She stopped and laid her hand on her
husband's arm.
"What is that?" she asked sharply.
Before he could reply four men running barefooted came up with them
from behind. Three of them hurled themselves upon Ananda. The fourth
seized Dorama roughly by the arm.
"What madness is this?" cried the voice of their uncle. "Who gave you
permission to take away the daughter of the house?" he demanded of
Ananda.
The only reply of the latter was to struggle violently. He was soon
overpowered, and between his three captors he was marched back towards
his father's house. Ten minutes later he found himself once more in
the little outhouse with his empty trunks. The door was closed upon
him and its primitive hasp secured with a padlock. He was without food
and without his personal property; but his concern was not for himself,
it was for the weeping and trembling woman who was wrested from him to
be driven back in unmerited disgrace and perhaps imprisoned like
himself. There was nothing to be done but to submit, at least, for the
present. He was calm and self-controlled once more now that he was
alone. He would wait patiently for developments, relying on the love
that he knew his parents bore him. It was impossible to believe that
they had any intention of doing him personal violence, though they
might subject him to further humiliation and discomfort.
It was the dog that did the mischief and put Sooba on the track of the
fugitives. Dorama's absence was discovered as soon as she was required
for a ceremony in the death chamber as mother of the dead boy. A
search was made through the house, and some one suggested that possibly
she had gone to the well to put an end to her sorrow for lost husband
and child. Another mentioned Ananda. Could she have sought him in her
trouble? After their interview in the presence of the guru it was not
unlikely. When his room was found to be empty the belief was confirmed
that the two were together somewhere, perhaps on the premises, perhaps
in the forest.
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