"How dost thou know?"
"They give their children over to the nurses."
"I have never seen that," said Ameera with a sigh, "nor do I wish to see. Ahi!--she dropped her head on Holden"s shoulder,--"I have counted forty stars, and I am tired. Look at the child, love of my life, he is counting too."
The baby was staring with round eyes at the dark of the heavens. Ameera placed him in Holden"s arms, and he lay there without a cry.
"What shall we call him among ourselves?" she said. "Look! Art thou ever tired of looking? He carries thy very eyes. But the mouth--"
"Is thine, most dear. Who should know better than I?"
""Tis such a feeble mouth. Oh, so small! And yet it holds my heart between its lips. Give him to me now. He has been too long away."
"Nay, let him lie; he has not yet begun to cry."
"When he cries thou wilt give him back--eh? What a man of mankind thou art! If he cried he were only the dearer to me. But, my life, what little name shall we give him?"
The small body lay close to Holden"s heart. It was utterly helpless and very soft. He scarcely dared to breathe for fear of crushing it. The caged green parrot that is regarded as a sort of guardian-spirit in most native households moved on its perch and fluttered a drowsy wing.
"There is the answer," said Holden. "Mian Mittu has spoken. He shall be the parrot. When he is ready he will talk mightily and run about. Mian Mittu is the parrot in thy--in the Mussulman tongue, is it not?"
"Why put me so far off?" said Ameera fretfully. "Let it be like unto some English name--but not wholly. For he is mine."
"Then call him Tota, for that is likest English."
"Ay, Tota, and that is still the parrot. Forgive me, my lord, for a minute ago, but in truth he is too little to wear all the weight of Mian Mittu for name. He shall be Tota--our Tota to us. Hearest thou, O small one? Littlest, thou art Tota." She touched the child"s cheek, and he waking wailed, and it was necessary to return him to his mother, who soothed him with the wonderful rhyme of Are koko, Jare koko! which says:
Oh crow! Go crow! Baby"s sleeping sound, And the wild plums grow in the jungle, only a penny a pound.
Only a penny a pound, baba, only a penny a pound.
Rea.s.sured many times as to the price of those plums, Tota cuddled himself down to sleep. The two sleek, white well-bullocks in the courtyard were steadily chewing the cud of their evening meal; old Pir Khan squatted at the head of Holden"s horse, his police sabre across his knees, pulling drowsily at a big water-pipe that croaked like a bull-frog in a pond. Ameera"s mother sat spinning in the lower verandah, and the wooden gate was shut and barred. The music of a marriage-procession came to the roof above the gentle hum of the city, and a string of flying-foxes crossed the face of the low moon.
"I have prayed," said Ameera after a long pause, "I have prayed for two things. First, that I may die in thy stead if thy death is demanded, and in the second that I may die in the place of the child. I have prayed to the Prophet and to Beebee Miriam [the Virgin Mary]. Thinkest thou either will hear?"
"From thy lips who would not hear the lightest word?"
"I asked for straight talk, and thou hast given me sweet talk. Will my prayers be heard?"
"How can I say? G.o.d is very good."
"Of that I am not sure. Listen now. When I die, or the child dies, what is thy fate? Living, thou wilt return to the bold white mem-log, for kind calls to kind."
"Not always."
"With a woman, no; with a man it is otherwise. Thou wilt in this life, later on, go back to thine own folk. That I could almost endure, for I should be dead. But in thy very death thou wilt be taken away to a strange place and a paradise that I do not know."
"Will it be paradise?"
"Surely, for who would harm thee? But we two--I and the child--shall be elsewhere, and we cannot come to thee, nor canst thou come to us. In the old days, before the child was born, I did not think of these things; but now I think of them always. It is very hard talk."
"It will fall as it will fall. To-morrow we do not know, but to-day and love we know well. Surely we are happy now."
"So happy that it were well to make our happiness a.s.sured. And thy Beebee Miriam should listen to me; for she is also a woman. But then she would envy me! It is not seemly for men to worship a woman."
Holden laughed aloud at Ameera"s little spasm of jealousy.
"Is it not seemly? Why didst thou not turn me from worship of thee, then?"
"Thou a worshipper! And of me? My king, for all thy sweet words, well I know that I am thy servant and thy slave, and the dust under thy feet.
And I would not have it otherwise. See!"
Before Holden could prevent her she stooped forward and touched his feet; recovering herself with a little laugh she hugged Tota closer to her bosom. Then, almost savagely--
"Is it true that the bold white mem-log live for three times the length of my life? Is it true that they make their marriages not before they are old women?"
"They marry as do others--when they are women."
"That I know, but they wed when they are twenty-five. Is that true?"
"That is true."
"Ya illah! At twenty-five! Who would of his own will take a wife even of eighteen? She is a woman--aging every hour. Twenty-five! I shall be an old woman at that age, and--Those mem-log remain young for ever. How I hate them!" "What have they to do with us?"
"I cannot tell. I know only that there may now be alive on this earth a woman ten years older than I who may come to thee and take thy love ten years after I am an old woman, gray-headed, and the nurse of Tota"s son.
That is unjust and evil. They should die too."
"Now, for all thy years thou art a child, and shalt be picked up and carried down the staircase."
"Tota! Have a care for Tota, my lord! Thou at least art as foolish as any babe!" Ameera tucked Tota out of harm"s way in the hollow of her neck, and was carried downstairs laughing in Holden"s arms, while Tota opened his eyes and smiled after the manner of the lesser angels.
He was a silent infant, and, almost before Holden could realise that he was in the world, developed into a small gold-coloured little G.o.d and unquestioned despot of the house overlooking the city. Those were months of absolute happiness to Holden and Ameera--happiness withdrawn from the world, shut in behind the wooden gate that Pir Khan guarded. By day Holden did his work with an immense pity for such as were not so fortunate as himself, and a sympathy for small children that amazed and amused many mothers at the little station-gatherings. At nightfall he returned to Ameera,--Ameera, full of the wondrous doings of Tota; how he had been seen to clap his hands together and move his fingers with intention and purpose--which was manifestly a miracle--how later, he had of his own initiative crawled out of his low bedstead on to the floor and swayed on both feet for the s.p.a.ce of three breaths.
"And they were long breaths, for my heart stood still with delight,"
said Ameera.
Then Tota took the beasts into his councils--the well-bullocks, the little gray squirrels, the mongoose that lived in a hole near the well, and especially Mian Mittu, the parrot, whose tail he grievously pulled, and Mian Mittu screamed till Ameera and Holden arrived.
"O villain! Child of strength! This to thy brother on the house-top!
Tobah, tobah! Fie! Fie! But I know a charm to make him wise as Suleiman and Aflatoun [Solomon and Plato]. Now look," said Ameera. She drew from an embroidered bag a handful of almonds. "See! we count seven. In the name of G.o.d!"
She placed Mian Mittu, very angry and rumpled, on the top of his cage, and seating herself between the babe and the bird she cracked and peeled an almond less white than her teeth. "This is a true charm, my life, and do not laugh. See! I give the parrot one half and Tota the other." Mian Mittu with careful beak took his share from between Ameera"s lips, and she kissed the other half into the mouth of the child, who ate it slowly with wondering eyes. "This I will do each day of seven, and without doubt he who is ours will be a bold speaker and wise. Eh, Tota, what wilt thou be when thou art a man and I am gray-headed?" Tota tucked his fat legs into adorable creases. He could crawl, but he was not going to waste the spring of his youth in idle speech. He wanted Mian Mittu"s tail to tweak.
When he was advanced to the dignity of a silver belt--which, with a magic square engraved on silver and hung round his neck, made up the greater part of his clothing--he staggered on a perilous journey down the garden to Pir Khan and proffered him all his jewels in exchange for one little ride on Holden"s horse, having seen his mother"s mother chaffering with pedlars in the verandah. Pir Khan wept and set the untried feet on his own gray head in sign of fealty, and brought the bold adventurer to his mother"s arms, vowing that Tota would be a leader of men ere his beard was grown.
One hot evening, while he sat on the roof between his father and mother watching the never-ending warfare of the kites that the city boys flew, he demanded a kite of his own with Pir Khan to fly it, because he had a fear of dealing with anything larger than himself, and when Holden called him a "spark," he rose to his feet and answered slowly in defence of his new-found individuality, "Hum"park nahin hai. Hum admi hai [I am no spark, but a man]."
The protest made Holden choke and devote himself very seriously to a consideration of Tota"s future. He need hardly have taken the trouble.
The delight of that life was too perfect to endure. Therefore it was taken away as many things are taken away in India--suddenly and without warning. The little lord of the house, as Pir Khan called him, grew sorrowful and complained of pains who had never known the meaning of pain. Ameera, wild with terror, watched him through the night, and in the dawning of the second day the life was shaken out of him by fever--the seasonal autumn fever. It seemed altogether impossible that he could die, and neither Ameera nor Holden at first believed the evidence of the little body on the bedstead. Then Ameera beat her head against the wall and would have flung herself down the well in the garden had Holden not restrained her by main force.