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Updated: June 13, 2025
During this period my thoughts were continually upon Dian the Beautiful. I was, of course, glad that she had escaped the Mahars, and the fate that had been suggested by the Sagoth who had threatened to purchase her upon our arrival at Phutra. I often wondered if the little party of fugitives had been overtaken by the guards who had returned to search for them.
There were a number of Mahars among our prisoners, and so fearful were our own people of them that they would not approach them unless completely covered from the sight of the reptiles by a piece of skin.
Upon the left shoulder of each a mark was burned the mark of the Mahars which will forever protect these two from slaving parties." "There is a slender chance for me then if I be sent to the arena, and none at all if the learned ones drag me to the pits?"
They looked upon us yet, to some extent, I knew, as creatures of a lower order, and so as we are unable to place ourselves in the position of the brutes we enslave thinking that they are happier in bondage than in the free fulfilment of the purposes for which nature intended them the Mahars, too, might consider our welfare better conserved in captivity than among the dangers of the savage freedom we craved.
"Is there no escape?" I asked. "Hooja the Sly One escaped and took the others with him," replied Ghak. "But there are no more dark places on the way to Phutra, and once there it is not so easy the Mahars are very wise. Even if one escaped from Phutra there are the thipdars they would find you, and then " the Hairy One shuddered. "No, you will never escape the Mahars." It was a cheerful prospect.
They look upon us as we look upon the beasts of our fields, and I learn from their written records that other races of Mahars feed upon men they keep them in great droves, as we keep cattle. They breed them most carefully, and when they are quite fat, they kill and eat them." I shuddered. "What is there horrible about it, David?" the old man asked.
He smiled in recollection. "It would have been the same had there been ten warriors from Gombul. I slew them, winning my free-dom. Look!" He half turned his left shoulder toward me, exhibiting the newly healed scar of the Mahars' branded mark. "Then," he continued, "as I was returning to my peo-ple I met some of them fleeing.
I also ordered the fleet to proceed at once to Anoroc, where they were to take aboard all the rifles and ammunition that had been completed since their departure, and with a full complement of men to sail along the coast in an attempt to find a passage to the inland sea near which lay the Mahars' buried city of Phutra.
Is it surprising that when the Indian National Congress, that has hitherto done nothing for them beyond embodying in its programme vague expressions of sympathy, is agitating for the severance of the British connection, and Extremist orators perambulate the country to preach a boycott of British officials, the Mahars should have sent in petitions imploring the Governor not to abandon them or surrender the power which has alone done something to raise them out of the slough of despond?
Having come to the apartment in which the three Mahars slept I entered silently on tiptoe, forgetting that the creatures were without the sense of hearing.
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