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Updated: May 3, 2025
'Thus did not the mendicant, said Gobind; 'for he was a holy man, and very poor. Parbati perceived him sitting naked by the temple steps where all went up and down, and she said to Shiv, "What shall men think of the Gods when the Gods thus scorn the worshippers? For forty years yonder man has prayed to us, and yet there be only a few grains of rice and some broken cowries before him after all.
Gobind laughed, set it up again, and blessed the marigold flowers as he received the tobacco. 'From my father, said the child. 'He has the fever, and cannot come. Wilt thou pray for him, father? 'Surely, littlest; but the smoke is on the ground, and the night-chill is in the airs, and it is not good to go abroad naked in the autumn.
And again the next night Bedient came, but Gobind was away playing with the gods of his youth just the old withered body there and the dog whining. But the third night, the eyes of Gobind filled with his young friend "You say, good father Gobind," Bedient said quickly, "that I shall come back here alone to die?"
The child nodded resolutely. 'Yea, I do play. Perlay-ball. Ow-at! Ran, ran, ran! I know it all. 'But thou must not forget with all this to pray to the Gods according to custom, said Gobind, who did not altogether approve of cricket and Western innovations. 'I do not forget, said the child in a hushed voice. 'Also to give reverence to thy teacher, and'
And there was one low wailing tone that startled him with the memory of the Sikh woman who had wept for old Gobind. Bedient drew from Falk a few days afterward that the Captain had planned almost exactly as it happened.
The child nodded resolutely. 'Yea, I DO play. PERLAYBALL OW-AT! RAN, RAN, RAN! I know it all. 'But thou must not forget with all this to pray to the Gods according to custom, said Gobind, who did not altogether approve of cricket and western innovations. 'I do not forget, said the child in a hushed voice.
Gobind must not be forgotten old Gobind, who appeared in Preshbend at certain seasons, and sat down in the shade of a camphor-tree, old and gnarled as he; but a sumptuous refuge, as, in truth was Gobind in the spirit.
Bedient, as well as others of the village, knew that to Gobind, death was a long-awaited consummation; that he was gone only from the physical eye of the village. That missed him as did Bedient, who had loved to sit at the fleshly feet of the holy man.... But he loved all Preshbend, too. And at length, he set out on foot for Lahore often looking back.
It was not a shock of grief to these women, for such is their depth that the little matters which concern all flesh and which are inevitable, cannot be made much ado of. Still it was feminine and beautiful to him, their weeping; and possibly the one who wept loudest had mothered old Gobind in her heart, and there was emptiness in the thought that she could not fill his begging-bowl again.
He felt much more than he said, and often regarded the young man, as one rapt in meditation.... His interest in Gobind and the Himalayas was insatiable; much more eagerly did he listen regarding the Punjab than about the ports he had known so well and the changes that had passed under the eyes of the young man in Manila and Japan.... When Bedient was relating certain events of days and nights, that had become happy memories through the little things of the soul, Captain Carreras would start to convey the indefinite desires he felt; then suddenly, the deep intimacy of his revelations would appear to his timid nature, and even in the mothering dark, the panic would strike home and he would swing off with pitiful humor about goats or some other Island affair....
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