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The priest said: "Behold a miracle after a miracle, for in this very attitude must all Sunnyasis be buried! Therefore where he now is we will build the temple to our holy man." They built the temple before a year was ended a little stone-and-earth shrine and they called the hill the Bhagat's hill, and they worship there with lights and flowers and offerings to this day.
'Most extraordinary people, said the Policeman. 'WHE-W, WHEW, OUIOU, said the little flames. The Policeman entered the dry bones of the case, for the Punjab Government does not approve of romancing, in his Diary. 'But who will pay me those four rupees? said Madu. The evening meal was ended in Dhunni Bhagat's Chubara and the old priests were smoking or counting their beads.
Some of the children, too, had heard Sona singing to himself, bear-fashion, behind the fallen rocks, and the Bhagat's reputation as miracle-worker stood firm. Yet nothing was farther from his mind than miracles. He believed that all things were one big Miracle, and when a man knows that much he knows something to go upon.
Even the Raja Salbahan and his two Queens heard of it in the palace, and they too went to the garden to see it with their own eyes. But Puran Bhagat's mother, Queen Achhra, had wept so long for her darling, that the tears had blinded her eyes, and so she went, not to see, but to ask the wonder-working faqir to restore her sight.
"Unless one of thy caste be in a trap and none set traps here I will not go into that weather. Look, Brother, even the barasingh comes for shelter!" The deer's antlers clashed as he strode into the shrine, clashed against the grinning statue of Kali. He lowered them in Purun Bhagat's direction and stamped uneasily, hissing through his half-shut nostrils. "Hai! Hai!
Often, in the still dawns, when the Bhagat would climb to the very crest of the pass to watch the red day walking along the peaks of the snows, he would find Sona shuffling and grunting at his heels, thrusting, a curious fore-paw under fallen trunks, and bringing it away with a WHOOF of impatience; or his early steps would wake Sona where he lay curled up, and the great brute, rising erect, would think to fight, till he heard the Bhagat's voice and knew his best friend.
He clutched the bristling withers of the barasingh with his right hand, held the torch away with his left, and stepped out of the shrine into the desperate night. There was no breath of wind, but the rain nearly drowned the flare as the great deer hurried down the slope, sliding on his haunches. As soon as they were clear of the forest more of the Bhagat's brothers joined them.
When he met Purun Bhagat's eyes the eyes of a man used to control thousands he bowed to the earth, took the begging-bowl without a word, and returned to the village, saying, "We have at last a holy man. Never have I seen such a man. He is of the Plains but pale-coloured a Brahmin of the Brahmins."
A week later, though I would have given much to have avoided it, I met on the road to the Mussulman burying-ground Imam Din, accompanied by one other friend, carrying in his arms, wrapped in a white cloth, all that was left of little Muhammad Din. The evening meal was ended in Dhunni Bhagat's Chubara, and the old priests were smoking or counting their beads.
At last, the musk-deer, the shyest and almost the smallest of the deerlets, came, too, her big rabbity ears erect; even brindled, silent mushick-nabha must needs find out what the light in the shrine meant, and drop out her moose-like nose into Purun Bhagat's lap, coming and going with the shadows of the fire. Purun Bhagat called them all "my brothers," and his low call of "Bhai!
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