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20 ◆<br />
The sky had gathered up a coverlet of clouds. The mighty<br />
Brahmaputra flowed silently beneath it, like some ancient bark<br />
of the sanchi tree. Munshi Vepin Chandra smiled contentedly.<br />
Yes, he told himself, Now memsahib can bask in the glory of<br />
the Brahmaputra. She can entertain all the gora sahibs she<br />
pleases. If need be, she could even hold discourses with the<br />
jatadhari here. The foreigners would never venture onto the<br />
temple premises. But, wouldn’t it be convenient for them to<br />
cross the river and come directly up to this house? Who knows?<br />
The other day, Brown sahib lost his temper and whipped the<br />
carriage driver for some trivial misdemeanour. Who knows what<br />
the future holds?<br />
Within a week the house was habitable. And on a full moon<br />
night in mid-January, Dorothy Brown disembarked from the boat<br />
firmly clutching the hand of the faithful Munshi Vepin. A mantle<br />
of fog shimmered like silver dust over the leaf littered abode of<br />
the Mother Goddess – much like scrapings from the silver pot<br />
used to make offerings of sacrificial blood to the goddess. And<br />
there was the Brahmaputra. In silent repose.<br />
A pack of jackals howled, and swiftly crossed their path to<br />
melt into the thicket. Dorothy Brown walked briskly with the<br />
munshi, a harried servant carrying her trunk followed behind.<br />
This path was now familiar to the munshi. He had travelled by<br />
it many a time in the last few days. The munshi had been<br />
helpful, sticking out his neck with his superiors regarding<br />
Dorothy’s decision to stay in this abandoned house – a haven<br />
for stray dogs and jackals, cattle and horses not to mention<br />
godmen. But he had argued persuasively on the memsahib’s<br />
behalf and had finally triumphed. No wonder the valley people<br />
The Man from Chinnamasta