Holden hurried through the courtyard. A light burned in the upper room.
His horse neighed in the gateway, and he heard a shrill little wail that sent all the blood into the apple of his throat. It was a new voice, but it did not prove that Ameera was alive.
"Who is there?" he called up the narrow brick staircase.
There was a cry of delight from Ameera, and then the voice of the mother, tremulous with old age and pride--"We be two women and--the--man--thy--son."
On the threshold of the room Holden stepped on a naked dagger, that was laid there to avert ill-luck, and it broke at the hilt under his impatient heel.
"G.o.d is great!" cooed Ameera in the half-light. "Thou hast taken his misfortunes on thy head."
"Ay, but how is it with thee, life of my life? Old woman, how is it with her?"
"She has forgotten her sufferings for joy that the child is born. There is no harm; but speak softly," said the mother.
"It only needed thy presence to make me all well," said Ameera. "My king, thou hast been very long away. What gifts hast thou for me? Ah, ah! It is I that bring gifts this time. Look, my life, look. Was there ever such a babe? Nay, I am too weak even to clear my arm from him."
"Rest then, and do not talk. I am here, bachari [little woman]."
"Well said, for there is a bond and a heel-rope [peecharee] between us now that nothing can break. Look--canst thou see in this light? He is without spot or blemish. Never was such a man-child. Ya illah! he shall be a pundit--no, a trooper of the Queen. And, my life, dost thou love me as well as ever, though I am faint and sick and worn? Answer truly."
"Yea. I love as I have loved, with all my soul. Lie still, pearl, and rest."
"Then do not go. Sit by my side here--so. Mother, the lord of this house needs a cushion. Bring it." There was an almost imperceptible movement on the part of the new life that lay in the hollow of Ameera"s arm.
"Aho!" she said, her voice breaking with love. "The babe is a champion from his birth. He is kicking me in the side with mighty kicks. Was there ever such a babe! And he is ours to us--thine and mine. Put thy hand on his head, but carefully, for he is very young, and men are unskilled in such matters."
Very cautiously Holden touched with the tips of his fingers the downy head.
"He is of the faith," said Ameera; "for lying here in the night-watches I whispered the call to prayer and the profession of faith into his ears. And it is most marvellous that he was born upon a Friday, as I was born. Be careful of him, my life; but he can almost grip with his hands."
Holden found one helpless little hand that closed feebly on his finger.
And the clutch ran through his body till it settled about his heart.
Till then his sole thought had been for Ameera. He began to realise that there was some one else in the world, but he could not feel that it was a veritable son with a soul. He sat down to think, and Ameera dozed lightly.
"Get hence, sahib," said her mother under her breath. "It is not good that she should find you here on waking. She must be still."
"I go," said Holden submissively. "Here be rupees. See that my baba gets fat and finds all that he needs."
The c.h.i.n.k of the silver roused Ameera. "I am his mother, and no hireling," she said weakly. "Shall I look to him more or less for the sake of money? Mother, give it back. I have born my lord a son."
The deep sleep of weakness came upon her almost before the sentence was completed. Holden went down to the courtyard very softly with his heart at ease. Pir Khan, the old watchman, was chuckling with delight. "This house is now complete," he said, and without further comment thrust into Holden"s hands the hilt of a sabre worn many years ago when he, Pir Khan, served the Queen in the police. The bleat of a tethered goat came from the well-kerb.
"There be two," said Pir Khan, "two goats of the best. I bought them, and they cost much money; and since there is no birth-party a.s.sembled their flesh will be all mine. Strike craftily, sahib! "Tis an ill-balanced sabre at the best. Wait till they raise their heads from cropping the marigolds."
"And why?" said Holden, bewildered.
"For the birth-sacrifice. What else? Otherwise the child being unguarded from fate may die. The Protector of the Poor knows the fitting words to be said."
Holden had learned them once with little thought that he would ever speak them in earnest. The touch of the cold sabre-hilt in his palm turned suddenly to the clinging grip of the child upstairs--the child that was his own son--and a dread of loss filled him.
"Strike!" said Pir Khan. "Never life came into the world but life was paid for it. See, the goats have raised their heads. Now! With a drawing cut!"
Hardly knowing what he did Holden cut twice as he muttered the Mahomedan prayer that runs: "Almighty! In place of this my son I offer life for life, blood for blood, head for head, bone for bone, hair for hair, skin for skin." The waiting horse snorted and bounded in his pickets at the smell of the raw blood that spirted over Holden"s riding-boots.
"Well smitten!" said Pir Khan, wiping the sabre. "A swordsman was lost in thee. Go with a light heart, Heaven-born. I am thy servant, and the servant of thy son. May the Presence live a thousand years and... the flesh of the goats is all mine?" Pir Khan drew back richer by a month"s pay. Holden swung himself into the saddle and rode off through the low-hanging wood-smoke of the evening. He was full of riotous exultation, alternating with a vast vague tenderness directed towards no particular object, that made him choke as he bent over the neck of his uneasy horse. "I never felt like this in my life," he thought. "I"ll go to the club and pull myself together."
A game of pool was beginning, and the room was full of men. Holden entered, eager to get to the light and the company of his fellows, singing at the top of his voice--
In Baltimore a-walking, a lady I did meet!
"Did you?" said the club-secretary from his corner. "Did she happen to tell you that your boots were wringing wet? Great goodness, man, it"s blood!"
"Bosh!" said Holden, picking his cue from the rack. "May I cut in? It"s dew. I"ve been riding through high crops. My faith! my boots are in a mess though!
"And if it be a girl she shall wear a wedding-ring, And if it be a boy he shall fight for his king, With his dirk, and his cap, and his little jacket blue, He shall walk the quarter-deck--"
"Yellow on blue--green next player," said the marker monotonously.
"He shall walk the quarter-deck,--Am I green, marker? He shall walk the quarter-deck,--eh! that"s a bad shot,--As his daddy used to do!"
"I don"t see that you have anything to crow about," said a zealous junior civilian acidly. "The Government is not exactly pleased with your work when you relieved Sanders."
"Does that mean a wigging from headquarters?" said Holden with an abstracted smile. "I think I can stand it."
The talk beat up round the ever-fresh subject of each man"s work, and steadied Holden till it was time to go to his dark empty bungalow, where his butler received him as one who knew all his affairs. Holden remained awake for the greater part of the night, and his dreams were pleasant ones.
II
"How old is he now?"
"Ya illah! What a man"s question! He is all but six weeks old; and on this night I go up to the housetop with thee, my life, to count the stars. For that is auspicious. And he was born on a Friday under the sign of the Sun, and it has been told to me that he will outlive us both and get wealth. Can we wish for aught better, beloved?"
"There is nothing better. Let us go up to the roof, and thou shalt count the stars--but a few only, for the sky is heavy with cloud."
"The winter rains are late, and maybe they come out of season. Come, before all the stars are hid. I have put on my richest jewels."
"Thou hast forgotten the best of all."
"Ai! Ours. He comes also. He has never yet seen the skies."
Ameera climbed the narrow staircase that led to the flat roof. The child, placid and unwinking, lay in the hollow of her right arm, gorgeous in silver-fringed muslin with a small skull-cap on his head.
Ameera wore all that she valued most. The diamond nose-stud that takes the place of the Western patch in drawing attention to the curve of the nostril, the gold ornament in the centre of the forehead studded with tallow-drop emeralds and flawed rubies, the heavy circlet of beaten gold that was fastened round her neck by the softness of the pure metal, and the c.h.i.n.king curb-patterned silver anklets hanging low over the rosy ankle-bone. She was dressed in jade-green muslin as befitted a daughter of the Faith, and from shoulder to elbow and elbow to wrist ran bracelets of silver tied with floss silk, frail gla.s.s bangles slipped over the wrist in proof of the slenderness of the hand, and certain heavy gold bracelets that had no part in her country"s ornaments but, since they were Holden"s gift and fastened with a cunning European snap, delighted her immensely.
They sat down by the low white parapet of the roof, overlooking the city and its lights.
"They are happy down there," said Ameera. "But I do not think that they are as happy as we. Nor do I think the white mem-log are as happy. And thou?"
"I know they are not."