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Updated: May 2, 2025
I cannot find it in my heart to change them, for they seem longing to fulfil their destiny of adorning the neck of Beauty. Amulya, my boy, don't you look at these with your fleshly eye, they are Lakshmi's smile, the gracious radiance of Indra's queen. No, no, I can't give them up to that boor of a manager. I am sure, Amulya, he was telling us lies.
He was now trying to avoid giving me any opening to tell him that it was Amulya I wanted, not him. But his stratagem was futile, for I could see his weakness through it. I must not yield up a pin's point of the ground I had gained. "Sandip Babu," I said, "I wonder how you can go on making these endless speeches, without a stop. Do you get them up by heart, beforehand?"
What if he was fearless? That only showed his own greatness of heart. But after this how was Ito go on living all by myself? I had no memento of Amulya save that pistol his reverence- offering. It seemed to me that this was a sign given by Providence.
My voice sounded so feebly, it failed to reach him. I went up to the door and called again: "Amulya!" He had gone. "Who is there?" "Rani Mother!" "Go and tell Amulya Babu that I want him." What exactly happened I could not make out the man, perhaps, was not familiar with Amulya's name but he returned almost at once followed by Sandip.
"Queen," he said, "the presence of another person does not prevent your being alone. Do not mistake me for one of the crowd. I, Sandip, am always alone, even when surrounded by thousands." "Please come some other time. This morning I am ..." "Waiting for Amulya?"
By the day after tomorrow all will be over publicity, laughter, bewailing, questions, explanations everything. But I cannot forget the face of Amulya beautiful, radiant with devotion. He did not wait, despairing, for the blow of fate to fall, but rushed into the thick of danger. In my misery I do him reverence. He is my boy-god.
The penalty is intended to fall on them, not on us. If they go to law, we must retaliate by burning down their granaries! What startles you, Amulya? It is not the prospect of a grand illumination that delights me! You must remember, this is War. If you are afraid of causing suffering, go in for love-making, you will never do for this work!"
Some of the guards, who were off duty, came running up, but when Amulya fired another blank shot at them they lost no time in taking cover. Then Kasim, who was on duty, came up whirling a quarterstaff. This time Amulya aimed a bullet at his legs, and finding himself hit, Kasim collapsed on the floor.
Do you know that the boy is the shadow of my shadow, the echo of my echo that he is nothing if I am not at his side?" "Where he is not your echo, he is himself, Amulya. And that is where I trust him more than I can trust your echo!" "You must not forget that you are under a promise to render up all your ornaments to me for the worship of the Divine Mother.
When, tomorrow, my iron safe will be opened in the presence of these Khema, Thako, the milk-woman and all the rest ... Let me not think of it! Let me rather try to think what it will be like when this third day of Magh comes round again after a year has passed. Will all the wounds of my home life then be still as fresh as ever? ... Amulya writes that he will come later in the evening.
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