So why had Gharia come after her?
She hacked at the earth, and thought about it. Gharia had been a frequent guest at Brother-in-Law"s table, where they discussed the foreign issue, and the influence of nonbelievers. At times they would grow very angry, but when the talk lapsed, Gharia"s eyes often found their rest on Rajban"s backside as she worked in the kitchen with Mother-in-Law.
Mother-in-Law would notice the direction of Gharia"s gaze, and her words to Rajban would be angry.
Rajban remembered these things as she crumbled each chunk of clay in her hands. She picked up the hoe again and dug deeper. The soil here was bad. There were no worms in it. No tiny bugs. It looked as sterile as the soil in Brother-in-Law"s courtyard. Even the weeds were yellow. No matter.
She would use the magic soil. With love and prayers, its influence could be worked into the ground.
A winged shadow drifted slowly over Rajban"s hands. She paused in her work, squinting against the noon sun. There! She spied it again: A tiny plane the color of the sky. It was very hard to see, yet if she looked long enough, she could always find it floating above the house.
The door latch clicked. "Rajban?"
Rajban smiled shyly when she saw the kind woman, m.u.t.h.aye, looking out between the gla.s.s doors.
"Namaste," she murmured softly. "You came back."
"Namaste," m.u.t.h.aye echoed. "Will you come inside? The sun is high, and it is very hot."
Rajban obeyed. She stood on stiff legs, taking a moment to brush the soil from her sari. Inside, she was startled to discover other women. They were four, sitting in a half-circle on the carpet. They were not fine women, like m.u.t.h.aye. Their saris were worn and their faces lined. All of them were older than Rajban.
She felt sure they were all mothers, and she felt ashamed.
Twice in her first year of marriage she had thought herself pregnant, but her hopes were shattered by a late, painful, and heavy flow of blood-as if a baby had been started and then had died.
Rajban remembered the midwife who had come to visit on the day she arrived in her husband"s household. This midwife had not looked like the village health aides Rajban had seen at her father"s farm.
This one was young and finely dressed, and she wore an eye veil, like Michael. "She will make your womb healthy," Mother-in-Law declared. "So healthy you will bear only sons." Rajban had bit her lips to keep from wailing in pain as cold, gloved hands groped inside her. She had not felt healthy afterwards.
Her abdomen and her crotch had ached for days-and she had never conceived a baby. Or maybe ...
she had conceived only girls?
m.u.t.h.aye had joined the circle of women. Now she smiled at Rajban. "Please won"t you sit?" She patted a spot at her side that would close the circle. Rajban did as she was asked, though she would have been happier to disappear into the kitchen. She sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap while m.u.t.h.aye told a story that did not sound like it could be true.
"My mother was an illiterate country woman," m.u.t.h.aye began. Her gaze sought Rajban. "That means she was like you. She could not read or write or speak any language but the one she was born to. At fourteen she was married to a young man only a little more educated than she, the third son of a cruel and selfish family. It was a great struggle for my grandfather to gather the large dowry demanded by her husband"s family. Still, he paid it, though he was forced to mortgage his land. Several months later there came a terrible storm. The land was flooded, the household of my mother"s husband was destroyed, and along with many others in the village, he died of disease. When afterwards my mother gave birth to a daughter, she was driven out of the family. She returned to her father"s house, but he refused to receive her, so she went without food and shelter, and her baby girl died.
"My mother became angry.
"She remembered that in the year of her marriage, she had met an agent from the women"s cooperative.
She went to that agent now, and was given a job sewing embroidered scarves. She earned enough tofeed herself, but she wanted more. With the help of the women"s cooperative, she taught herself to read.
She received a small loan-only two hundred dollars-but it was enough to buy books and start her own lending library. When the loan was paid back she took out another, and eventually she started a school just for girls. In time she married again-"
There was a murmur of surprise from the circle.
"-the son of a longtime member of the women"s cooperative. No dowry was paid-"
Again, a whisper of astonishment arose from the gathered women.
"-for dowry is evil and illegal. She still runs her school, and through it she has earned more money for her family than she might have ever brought as dowry. She is middle-cla.s.s, Rajban. Yet when she was fifteen, she was just like you."
Rajban stared down at the lines of dirt that lay across her palms, knowing it wasn"t true. "She had a baby."
m.u.t.h.aye"s tone became more strict: "It is not unexpected that a husband dying of AIDS gave you his disease instead of a child. That does not mean you will never have a child-or another husband."
"My brother-in-law will not allow it."
"You do not belong to him anymore."
Rajban considered this. She turned it over and over in her mind, wondering if it was true. At the same time, she listened to the other women talk about themselves. These women were all learning to read.
Three of them had businesses. One made sandals. Another drove a zip. The last cleaned houses. The fourth member of their group was building a fruit stand. All of them had started their businesses with small loans from m.u.t.h.aye.
"Not from me," m.u.t.h.aye corrected. "These are loans from the Southern Banking a.s.sociation."
The loans were for a few hundred dollars at a time, enough to buy the tools and supplies that would let them work. Together, the women ensured that each one of them made their weekly payments. If any failed to do so, all would lose their credit. This was the "microcredit program" administered by m.u.t.h.aye.
Three of the women in this lending circle had been involved for several years, one for only a few months.
"A lending circle should have five women," m.u.t.h.aye explained. "The fifth lady of this group has moved away to join her son in Bangalore, so there is a place for you here. I have told you the story of my mother. This can be your story too."
Rajban bowed her head. Her heart fluttered, like a bird, seeking to escape its cage for the peaceful serenity of the sun-seared sky. She stared at her hands and whispered, "I don"t know how."
One of the older women patted her mud-stained hand. She asked if Rajban could sew or cook. If she could keep a house clean or carry a heavy weight. Rajban didn"t know how to answer. Her mother had raised her to do the things women do. All these things she had done, but surely no one would pay her to do them?
"Is there anything you are so good at?" m.u.t.h.aye asked. "Is there a kind of work that blossoms like aflower in your hands?"
Rajban caught her breath. She glanced out at the garden. "I have a bag of magic soil that makes a garden strong and happy."
This brought a shower of laughter from the women. But why? Hadn"t Rajban believed all their tales? And yet they laughed. Their kindly faces had all become the face of her Mother-in-law, laughing, laughing, and endlessly scolding her, Stupid girl!
She felt a touch on her hand, and the vision vanished, but even m.u.t.h.aye"s warm eyes could not chase away the pain.
"Magic is the comfort of old-fashioned women," m.u.t.h.aye told her. "A modern woman has no need of it.
Think on what we"ve talked about. Think of a business you might like to do. Think hard, for you must be settled before the AIDS treatment can begin."
XI.
Word of the morning"s misadventures got around quickly. It was still early when Michael stepped from a zip into the shade of the portico at Global Shear"s district headquarters. The five-story office cube was newly built, situated halfway up a shallow, rocky rise dividing two of the original villages. A temple occupied the high ground, while a pig farmer kept his animals in a dusty pen on one side of the landscaped grounds. Laborers" shacks made up the rest of the neighborhood.
A nervous community relations officer greeted Michael even before he entered the building. "Shall we issue a public statement, Mr. Fielding?"
"Not unless someone asks."
"There have been several inquiries about the helicopter."
"Then state the truth. Intruder alarms went off and security responded. Play it down, though, and add that we"re reviewing our procedures to see if our response might be tempered in the future."
"Yes sir."
Gla.s.s doors slipped open, and Michael stepped into the air-conditioned paradise of the public lobby.
The receptionist looked up, and smiled. "An exciting morning, Mr. Fielding! That helicopter raid must have shaken the dust off anyone still doubting our diligence."
"So I hear."
He met more compliments on the elevator ride to the fifth floor, but the tenor changed when heentered his corner office, where Karen Hampton waited for him, her image resident in an active wall screen. "A most interesting report appeared in my queue this morning. Talk to me, Michael. What the h.e.l.l is going on?"
Michael sat down in the chair behind his desk, swiveling to face her. Nothing to do but tell the truth. He explained the situation, but she did not look relieved. "Michael. I can"t believe you"ve involved yourself with this girl. Do I have to remind you that trust is the most important a.s.set we are building in Four Villages? I don"t give a d.a.m.n how innocent your actions are, stop for a minute and ask yourself how this must look to those people whom you are there to serve-not to exploit. If you can"t find her a shelter, then buy her one. For the sake of your reputation and the company"s good name, rent this young woman her own house and then stay far away from her."
"What if Gharia comes after her?"
"This isn"t our business-"
"Karen, it might be. I"ve checked the census figures, and there"s a growing imbalance in the s.e.x ratio here. There are far fewer young women than men. Rajban may be a widow, and she may be ill, but Gharia"s not exactly a kid. She could still be the best prospect he has."
"If that"s so, why did her family get rid of her instead of marrying her off?"
"I don"t know. Maybe they didn"t want to pay a dowry. Maybe they don"t give a d.a.m.n. Maybe they"re strict Hindus and don"t believe in remarriage for women."
"Listen to yourself! There are cultural complexities here that you haven"t begun to grasp. This is not why you"re in Four Villages."
"We"re here to build a stable, diverse, and functional economy, and that can"t exist where there is slavery.
I won"t send Rajban back into slavery."
"I"m not asking you to do that. Just get her out of your house. I want you in this job, Michael. I really do.
Show me my confidence is not misplaced."
Michael called in the personnel officer, and she promised to hunt around for an available residence, though she wasn"t hopeful. "There are very few rentals in town, and most landlords will deal only with a certain cla.s.s of clientele. I might be able to obtain a room, or perhaps a shanty, but that would almost certainly bring about the eviction of a current resident."
"We don"t want that. Do what you can."
The day failed to improve. Near noon, Michael looked up from his desk to see Pallava Sen, his second in command, coming through the open doorway, a half-page of neon yellow paper in his hand. "Michael, we have a problem."
Leaning back in his chair, Michael slipped off his shades, laying them carefully on the desk. "How bad a problem?"
Pallava rolled his eyes, as if casting a quick prayer up to the G.o.ds. With his portly figure and balding head, he looked like a youthful version of the little buddhas sold in j.a.panese tourist markets. "Not so bad at the moment, but with significant potential to get much worse." "Wonderful."
Pallava handed him the yellow paper. "These have appeared all over the town. They are being read aloud, too, so the illiterate will be informed."
Michael scowled at the notice. It was written in Hindi.
Pallava settled into the guest chair, a grim smile on his face. "It is written as a news report, by the Traditional Council of Elders. You"ve heard of them?"
"No."
"Neither has anyone else. They do not say whose elders they are, but they do tell us some interesting things. Here"-he leaned forward, pointing at the headline-"they say that Global Shear has poisoned the people of this district."
Michael had been so fully set to hear how he had kidnapped and raped a good Hindu woman, that it took him a moment to shift modes. "... Poisoned?"
"The argument follows. It says that independent testing of well water throughout the district has revealed severe pesticide contamination. The wells have been regularly tested, and for many years they have produced only clean, unpolluted water. Now they are suddenly contaminated? The only plausible explanation is that the groundwater was deliberately poisoned."
"That"s ridiculous."
"Oh, there"s more." He leaned back, lacing his fingers together in a nervous, unsettled bridge. "The notice does not name specific chemicals, but it claims those present will suppress the birth rate of the district"s women, and in many cases will cause monstrous birth defects leading to early miscarriage. This may be one reason so few girls have been born this past year. Girls are weaker than boys. They die more easily."
He said this last in a deadpan voice that made Michael"s eyes narrow. "The notice says that?" he asked cautiously. "Or is that your interpretation?"
Pallava"s face hardened. In the same low, flat voice, he answered, "I would not say that. I have a wife who, I am proud to say, is stronger and smarter than I am. I have two brilliant daughters, a sister, a mother, a grandmother. We are not all that way, Michael."
Michael felt his cheeks heat. "I know. I"m sorry."
Pallava shrugged. "You understand the implication? That Global Shear is using cheap birth control?"
Michael nodded.
"The article is also circulating as an Internet message."
"Christ."
"And Shiva. It has not, mercifully, appeared yet on cable TV." "We need to dispatch crews to field-sample some wells."
"I have already sent them."
"Good. Get me the results as soon as possible." He drummed his desk. "Better test some crop samples too. The harvest is just coming in on the demonstration farm. Check that, especially. Dammit! We have to counter these accusations today-and on cable TV, too."
It was an hour later when Pallava Sen walked back into Michael"s office, collapsing once more into the visitor"s chair. Global Shear had used paper, Internet, cable TV, messengers, and paid gossip-mongers to vehemently deny the allegations of the Traditional Elders, and to announce their intention to immediately investigate the condition of the well water.
Pallava didn"t speak right away. He frowned, his brow wrinkling in lines that made him look old.
"How bad is it now?" Michael asked.
Pallava"s sigh was long and heartfelt. "Mega-bad. Giga-bad. It seems the slander was at least partly right.
We"ve fast-tested a sample of wells from across the district and everyone of them shows extensive pesticide contamination." He shook his head. "This is not something that could have happened overnight, not even if it was deliberately done, which I don"t believe. We are looking at the results of years-probably decades-of seepage into the water table. It"s quite obvious the water quality reports we"ve been using have been falsified. Deliberately falsified."
Michael breathed slowly, trying to calm the fierce pounding of his heart. Don"t panic, but don"t hide from the truth either. The first thing to do is get a handle on the problem. "Let"s be specific here. We"re talking drinking water?"
"Drinking, agricultural." Pallava spread his hands helplessly. "It"s all the same thing, and judging from the spot samples, we have to a.s.sume there is pesticide contamination in every well in the district." His hands laced together as he stared at a spot beyond Michael"s shoulder. "The Ikeda rice crop is contaminated too. The sample we tested came out so bad the stuff can"t be legally used even for animal feed."