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Updated: May 10, 2025
Dhoop Ki Dhil tenderly sprinkled flower-petals and incense-oils over all, and lighted the four corners for the motherless one, herself. Cadman and Skag watched the clean flames, till only silver ashes were on the ground. And all the while the people sang their great soft lullaby, without tears or any sign of mourning. Hours later, the voice of Dhoop Ki Dhil rose on the night far away.
She looked up; and he followed her glance one great undulation swayed above them surging in oozy motion curving down; just higher than their faces a broad flat head thin lateral lips stark lidless eyes. Skag ran with his arm about Dhoop Ki Dhil's shoulders. He ran as fast as he could and still look up.
It was like a deadly pall. This was no new terror; it was old devastation bred into the bone of consciousness. A little girl came near to watch Cadman, who was getting out his gun. She had never seen one before. He whispered to her it seemed not right to speak aloud in this place and asked her where was Dhoop Ki Dhil.
It looked like massed plumes of feathers all golden-green. That day they walked down toward it with few words. To Skag it was perfectly natural enchantment veiling the mystery of Dhoop Ki Dhil. He never thought of it as a death-trap for himself.
When they came to Sehora, the station-man held out a letter in quaintly written English; it read: From the wayside Dhoop Ki Dhil sends greetings to Son of Power, most exalted; and to his guardian, most devoted. She pays votive offerings from this day, at sunrise and at sunset, for those men incense and oils and seed to safety from all evil, and fulfillment of their so-great destiny.
Skag was made to feel as much at home as the evidently much-loved Cadman; not by word or gesture, but by a kindly atmosphere about everything. He met a slender lad of twelve years, presented to him by Dickson Sahib as "My son Horace," whose clear grey eyes attracted him much. After dinner Cadman told the story of Dhoop Ki Dhil. There was perfect silence for minutes when he finished.
After that they both dreamed vague man-dreams of Dhoop Ki Dhil. "There stands Dickson Sahib himself!" Cadman exclaimed, at Hurda station; and Skag saw the two meet, perceiving at once that it was a friendship between men of very different type. Then Dickson Sahib promptly gathered them both into that Anglo-Indian hospitality which is never forgotten by those who have found it.
The native was exceptionally good to look upon. Dhoop Ki Dhil came into the place to make some purchase. Her eye fell on the jungle man and she stood back. She was a valuable customer, so the silk-merchant made haste to signal her forward. But she shook her head and moved further back." The Doctor stopped to smoke.
Dhoop Ki Dhil had come out into this blind maze to find and save the heat-blighted child from that death. He knew what that death was like he had seen a big snake kill a goat once, in the circus, for food. . . . The frost in his bones bit deeper, because this was Dhoop Ki Dhil the wonder-woman who was in there, somewhere close to that snake.
The people were beside themselves with joy. But presently Dhoop Ki Dhil came out, looking straight up. Her hands were palm to palm, reaching slowly upward from her breast to their full stretch; there she gently opened them apart. A perfect hush fell on all. "The child is gone," Cadman said, in an undertone. Then the people began a low chant. It was not mourning.
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