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Updated: June 16, 2025
The natures of those who have been snared are strange to us of the High Hills. They sometimes destroy men in their anger; they sometimes destroy themselves in their grief." "What is the heart of this knowledge?" asked a man who had not spoken before. "That these stockades are distinguished by Government," Kudrat Sharif replied.
Kudrat Sharif salaamed again; and Neela Deo lifted him to his great neck and carried him away. Walking home, Horace expressed himself to his friend as the heart of a boy may be expressed; and Skag dropped his arm about the slender shoulders, speaking softly: "Remember, son, a little more would have been too much." "All right, Skag Sahib, because now you understand; but isn't he interesting?"
The sense of tears was in Kudrat Sharif's voice; but it loomed into courage, as it chanted the superior excellence of Neela Deo's attributes. Then Neela Deo braced himself and went on, but more slowly. The big Englishman smiled tenderly: "He's a white-wizard, is Kudrat Sharif that mahout! He does beautiful magic, with his passion and with his pain.
He was malik which is to say, governing mahout over them all; and best qualified among them. Therefore a clamour rose for more. The youngest mahout went from his place and sat near, as Kudrat Sharif continued: "The black elephants are all but gone. Not more than one in a generation of men is seen any more. They are seldom toiled into the trap-stockades, in which the less wary are taken.
Dickson's eyes turned on a little fellow who stood alone, further down the verandah. Then his face shadowed, as he spoke in a lower tone: "I said he's not abnormal that should be qualified. Several years ago he was carried home from the Chief Commissioner's elephant stockades by their governing mahout, Kudrat Sharif.
Then Chakkra informed Skag that Kudrat Sharif, Neela Deo's mahout, was the third of his line to serve the Blue God, who was not yet nearly in the ictus of his power and beauty; while he, Chakkra, was the only mahout Gunpat Rao had known since he came down from the Vindhian trap-stockades, where he was snared. He was about thirty years younger than Neela Deo, the King.
And slowly out of the shadows of forest trees, came the Chief Commissioner's elephant caravan, trailing in very dejected formation, behind Neela Deo, who showed naked as to his back for his housings had been stripped off him; and as to his neck, for Kudrat Sharif was not on it but on the ground walking backward step by step, enticing him with the adoration and sympathy of his voice.
Mitha Baba, the greatest female of the caravan, under her pale rose caparison and gold lacquered howdah with its curtains of frost-green, was beating the ground with angry feet and thrusting her head aside impatiently. Something was holding her. When he saw, the Chief Commissioner made haste to reach her leaving Kudrat Sharif, who was confident of keeping Neela Deo.
That night and the next day, he kept the body between his feet the body of the little child he kept save when he swung it. No man could prevent. For this reason I am his to him; and he is mine to me!" "Well done, well done!" the mellow voice of Kudrat Sharif spoke softly; and the mahouts of the Chief Commissioner's stockades assented.
Soon the men of High Himalaya drew near with grave deference, slowly stooping to touch the ground at her feet. "No human has ever been in that before," said Kudrat Sharif. "We will prepare rest for her Chosen-of-Vishnu, the Great Preserver!"
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