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They think of the fire-carriage and the other things that the bridge-builders have done, and when your priests thrust forward hands asking alms, they give a little unwillingly. That is the beginning, among one or two, or five or ten for I, moving among my people, know what is in their hearts." "And the end, Jester of the Gods? What shall the end be?" said Ganesh.
He was the triumphant champion of Hindu orthodoxy, the high-priest of Ganesh, the inspired prophet of a new "nationalism," which in the name of Shivaji would cast out the hated mlencchas and restore the glories of Mahratta history.
"Am I alone, then, Heavenly Ones? Shall I smooth out my flood lest unhappily I bear away their walls? Will Indra dry my springs in the hills and make me crawl humbly between their wharfs? Shall I bury me in the sand ere I offend?" "And all for the sake of a little iron bar with the fire-carriage atop. Truly, Mother Gunga is always young!" said Ganesh the Elephant.
I, looking over their shoulders by lamplight, see that the names in the books are those of men in far places for all the towns are drawn together by the fire-carriage, and the money comes and goes swiftly, and the account-books grow as fat as myself. And I, who am Ganesh of Good Luck, I bless my peoples." "They have changed the face of the land-which is my land.
Men's hearts will be hardened by this thing." And Shiv said, "It shall be looked to," and so he called to the temple which was the temple of his son, Ganesh of the elephant head, saying, "Son, there is a mendicant without who is very poor. What wilt thou do for him?"
The money was paid at evening, all silver, in great carts, and thus Ganesh did his work. 'Nathu! Ohe Nathu! A woman was calling in the dusk by the door of the courtyard. The child began to wriggle. 'That is my mother, it said. 'Go then, littlest, answered Gobind; 'but stay a moment. He ripped a generous yard from his patchwork-quilt, put it over the child's shoulders, and the child ran away.
"A truce to paltering!" Miss Ogle cried. "That jewel was stolen from the temple at Moorshedabad, by the Earl of Eiran's grandfather, during the confusion necessarily attendant on the glorious battle of Plassy." She laid down the pistol, and resumed in milder tones: "From an age-long existence as the left eye of Ganesh it was thus converted into the loot of an invader.
Now she bids Hanuman whelm the bridge, that her honour may be made great," cried the Parrot. "I waited here, knowing that thou wouldst come, O my master!" "And the Heavenly Ones said nothing? Did Gunga and the Mother of Sorrows out-talk them? Did none speak for my people?" "Nay," said Ganesh, moving uneasily from foot to foot; "I said it was but dirt at play, and why should we stamp it flat?"
"Shiv hears the talk of the schools and the dreams of the holy men; Ganesh thinks only of his fat traders; but I I live with these my people, asking for no gifts, and so receiving them hourly." "And very tender art thou of thy people," said the Tigress. "They are my own.
His idols are found all over the land, not only in temples and shrines, but on roadsides, and in all places where people assemble. And this Ganesh, the son of Siva, is represented by the grossest and most hideous idol. This "pot-bellied god" has his body crowned with an elephant head! Of course, Hindu taste cannot be judged by western standards.
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