Rudyard Kipling's Tales of Horror and Fantasy (52 page)

Other shadows came and went behind the circle, among them a drunken Man flourishing staff and drinking-bottle. Then a hoarse bellow broke out from near the ground. ‘The flood lessens even now,' it cried. ‘Hour by hour the water falls, and their bridge still stands!'

‘My bridge,' said Findlayson to himself. ‘That must be very old work now. What have the Gods to do with my bridge?'

His eyes rolled in the darkness following the roar. A Crocodile – the blunt-nosed, ford-haunting Mugger of the Ganges – dragged herself before the beasts, lashing furiously to right and left with her tail.

‘They have made it too strong for me. In all this night I have only torn away a handful of planks. The walls stand! The towers stand! They have chained my flood, and my river is not free any more. Heavenly Ones, take this yoke away! Give me clear water between bank and bank! It is I, Mother Gunga, that speak. The Justice of the Gods! Deal me the Justice of the Gods!'

‘What said I?' whispered Peroo. ‘This is in truth a Punch-ayet of the Gods. Now we know that all the world is dead, save you and I, Sahib.'

The Parrot screamed and fluttered again, and the Tigress, her ears flat to her head, snarled wickedly.

Somewhere in the shadow a great trunk and gleaming tusks swayed to and fro, and a low gurgle broke the silence that followed on the snarl.

‘We be here,' said a deep voice, ‘the Great Ones. One onlyand very many. Shiv, my father, is here, with Indra. Kali has spoken already. Hanuman listens also.'

‘Kashi is without her Kotwal tonight,' shouted the Man with the drinking-bottle, flinging his staff to the ground, while the island rang to the baying of hounds. ‘Give her the Justice of the Gods.'

‘Ye were still when they polluted my waters,' the great Crocodile bellowed. ‘Ye made no sign when my river was trapped, between the walls. I had no help save my own strength, and that failed – the strength of Mother Gunga failed – before their guard-towers. What could I do? I have done everything. Finish now, Heavenly Ones!'

‘I brought the death; I rode the spotted sickness from hut to hut of their workmen, and yet they would not cease.' A nose-slitten, hide-worn Ass, lame, scissor-legged, and galled, limped forward. ‘I cast the death at them out of my nostrils, but they would not cease.'

Peroo would have moved, but the opium lay heavy upon him.

‘Bah!' he said, spitting. ‘Here is Sitala herself; Mata – the small-pox. Has the Sahib a handkerchief to put over his face?'

‘Small help! They fed me the corpses for a month, and I flung them out on my sand-bars, but their work went forward. Demons they are, and sons of demons! And ye left Mother Gunga alone for their fire-carriage to make a mock of. The Justice of the Gods on the bridge-builders!'

The Bull turned the cud in his mouth and answered slowly, ‘If the Justice of the Gods caught all who made a mock of holy things, there would be many dark altars in the land, mother.'

‘But this goes beyond a mock,' said the Tigress, darting forward a griping paw. ‘Thou knowest, Shiv, and ye too, Heavenly Ones; ye know that they have defiled Gunga. Surely they must come to the Destroyer. Let Indra judge.'

The Buck made no movement as he answered, ‘How long has this evil been?'

‘Three years, as men count years,' said the Mugger, close pressed to the earth.

‘Does Mother Gunga die, then, in a year, that she is so anxious to see vengeance now? The deep sea was where she runs but yesterday, and tomorrow the sea shall cover her again as the Gods count that which men call time. Can any say that this their bridge endures till tomorrow?' said the Buck.

There was a long hush, and in the clearing of the storm the full moon stood up above the dripping trees.

‘Judge ye, then,' said the River sullenly. ‘I have spoken my shame. The flood falls still. I can do no more.'

‘For my own part' – it was the voice of the great Ape seated – within the shrine – ‘it pleases me well to watch these men, remembering that I also builded no small bridge in the world's youth.'

‘They say, too,' snarled the Tiger, ‘that these men came of the wreck of thy armies, Hanuman, and therefore thou hast aided—'

‘They toil as my armies toiled in Lanka, and they believe that their toil endures, Indra is too high, but Shiv, thou knowest how the land is threaded with their fire-carriages.'

‘Yea, I know,' said the Bull. ‘Their Gods instructed them in the matter.'

A laugh ran round the circle.

‘Their Gods! What should their Gods know? They were born yesterday, and those that made them are scarcely yet cold,' said the Mugger. ‘Tomorrow their Gods will die.'

‘Ho!' said Peroo. ‘Mother Gunga talks good talk. I told that to the padre-sahib who preached on the
Mombassa
,and he asked the Burra Malum to put me in irons for a great rudeness.'

‘Surely they make these things to please their Gods,' said the Bull again.

‘Not altogether,' the Elephant rolled forth. ‘It is for the profit of my mahajuns – my fat money-lenders that worship me at each new year, when they draw my image at the head of the account-books. I, looking over their shoulders by lamplight, see that the names in the books are those of men in far places – for all the towns are drawn together by the fire-carriage, and the money comes and goes swiftly, and theaccount-books grow as fat as – myself. And I, who am Ganesh of Good Luck, I bless my peoples.'

‘They have changed the face of the land — which is my land. They have killed and made new towns on my banks,' said the Mugger.

‘It is but the shirting of a little dirt. Let the dirt dig in the dirt if it pleases the dirt,' answered the Elephant.

‘But afterwards?' said the Tiger. ‘Afterwards they will see that Mother Gunga can avenge no insult, and they fall away from her first, and later from us all, one by one. In the end, Ganesh, we are left with naked altars.'

The drunken Man staggered to his feet, and hiccupped vehemently in the face of the assembled Gods.

‘Kali lies. My sister lies. Also this my stick is the Kotwal of Kashi, and he keeps tally of my pilgrims. When the time comes to worship Bhairon – and it is always time – the fire-carriages move one by one, and each bears a thousand pilgrims. They do not come afoot any more, but rolling upon wheels, and my honour is increased.'

‘Gunga, I have seen thy bed at Pryag black with the pilgrims,' said the Ape, leaning forward, ‘and but for the fire-carriage they would have come slowly and in fewer numbers. Remember.'

‘They come to me always,' Bhairon went on thickly. ‘By day and night they pray to me, all the Common People in the fields and the roads. Who is like Bhairon today? What talk is this of changing faiths? Is my staff Kotwal of Kashi for nothing? He keeps the tally, and he says that never were so many altars as today, and the fire-carriage serves them well. Bhairon am I – Bhairon of the Common People, and the chiefest of the Heavenly. Ones today. Also my staff says—'

‘Peace, thou!' lowed the Bull. ‘The worship of the schools is mine, and they talk very wisely, asking whether I be one or many, as is the delight of my people, and ye know what I am. Kali, my wife, thou knowest also.'

‘Yea, I know,' said the Tigress, with lowered head.

‘Greater am I than Gunga also. For ye know who moved the minds of men that they should count Gunga holy among therivers. Who die in that water – ye know how men say – come to us without punishment, and Gunga knows that the fire-carriage has borne to her scores upon scores of such anxious ones; and Kali knows that she has held her chiefest festivals among the pilgrimages that are fed by the fire-carriage. Who smote at Pooree, under the Image there, her thousands in a day and a night, and bound the sickness to the wheels of the fire-carriages, so that it ran from one end of the land to the other? Who but Kali? Before the fire-carriage came it was a heavy toil. The fire-carriages have served thee well, Mother of Death. But I speak for mine own altars, who am not Bhairon of the Common Folk, but Shiv. Men go to and fro, making words and telling talk of strange Gods, and I listen. Faith follows faith among my people in the schools, and I have no anger; for when the words are said, and the new talk is ended, to Shiv men return at the last.'

‘True. It is true,' murmured Hanuman. ‘To Shiv and to the others, mother, they return. I creep from temple to temple in the North, where they worship one God and His Prophet; and presently my image is alone within their shrines.'

‘Small thanks,' said the Buck, turning his head slowly. ‘I am that One and His Prophet also.'

‘Even so, father,' said Hanuman. ‘And to the South I go who am the oldest of the Gods as men know the Gods, and presently I touch the shrines of the new faith and the Woman whom we know is hewn twelve-armed, and still they call her Mary.'

‘Small thanks, brother,' said the Tigress. ‘I am that Woman.'

‘Even so, sister; and I go West among the fire-carriages, and stand before the bridge-builders in many shapes, and because of me they change their faiths and are very wise. Ho! ho! I am the builder of bridges indeed – bridges between this and that, and each bridge leads surely to Us in the end. Be content, Gunga. Neither these men nor those that follow them mock thee at all.'

‘Am I alone, then, Heavenly Ones? Shall I smooth out my flood lest unhappily I bear away their walls? Will Indra dry mysprings in the hills and make me crawl humbly between their wharfs? Shall I bury me in the sand ere I offend?'

‘And all for the sake of a little iron bar with the fire-carriage atop. Truly, Mother Gunga is always young!' said Ganesh the Elephant. ‘A child had not spoken more foolishly. Let the dirt dig in the dirt ere it return to the dirt. I know only that my people grow rich and praise me. Shiv has said that the men of the schools do not forget; Bhairon is content for his crowd of the Common People: and Hanuman laughs.'

‘Surely I laugh,' said the Ape. ‘My altars are few beside those of Ganesh or Bhairon, but the fire-carriages bring me new worshippers from beyond the Black Water – the men who believe that their God is toil. I run before them beckoning, and they follow Hanuman.'

‘Give them the toil that they desire, then,' said the River. ‘Make a bar across my flood and throw the water back upon the bridge. Once thou wast strong in Lanka, Hanuman. Stoop and lift my bed.'

‘Who gives life can take life.' The Ape scratched in the mud with a long forefinger. ‘And yet, who would profit by the killing? Very many would die.'

There came up from the water a snatch of a love-song such as the boys sing when they watch their cattle in the noon heats of late spring. The Parrot screamed joyously, sidling along his branch with lowered head as the song grew louder, and in a patch of clear moonlight stood revealed the young herd, the darling of the Gopis, the idol of dreaming maids and of mothers ere their children are born – Krishna the Well-beloved. He stooped to knot up his long wet hair, and the Parrot fluttered to his shoulder.

‘Fleeting and singing, and singing and fleeting,' hiccupped Bhairon. ‘Those make thee late for the council, brother.'

‘And then?' said Krishna, with a laugh, throwing back his head. ‘Ye can do little without me or Karma here. He fondled the Parrot's plumage and laughed again. ‘What is this sitting and talking together? I heard Mother Gunga roaring in the dark, and so came quickly from a hut where I lay warm. And what have ye done to Karma, that he is so wet and silent? Andwhat does Mother Gunga here? Are the heavens full that ye must come paddling in the mud beast-wise? Karma, what do they do?'

‘Gunga has prayed for a vengeance on the bridge-builders, and Kali is with her. Now she bids Hanuman whelm the bridge, that her honour may be made great,' cried the Parrot. ‘I waited here, knowing that thou wouldst come, O my master!'

‘And the Heavenly Ones said nothing? Did Gunga and the Mother of Sorrows out-talk them? Did none speak for my people?'

‘Nay,' said Ganesh, moving uneasily from foot to foot; ‘I said it was but dirt at play, and why should we stamp it flat?'

‘I was content to let them toil – well content,' said Hanuman.

‘What had I to do with Gunga's anger?' said the Bull.

‘I am Bhairon of the Common Folk, and this my staff is Kotwal of all Kashi. I spoke for the Common People.'

‘Thou?' The young God's eyes sparkled.

‘Am I not the first of the Gods in their mouths today?'returned Bhairon, unabashed. ‘For the sake of the Common People I said – very many wise things which I have now forgotten – but this my staff—'

Krishna turned impatiently, saw the Mugger at his feet, and kneeling, slipped an arm round the cold neck. ‘Mother,' he said gently, ‘get thee to thy flood again. The matter is not for thee. What harm shall thy honour take of this live dirt? Thou hast given them their fields new year after year, and by thy flood they are made strong. They come all to thee at the last. What need to slay them now? Have pity, mother, for a little – and it is only for a little.'

‘If it be only for a little—' the slow beast began.

‘Are they Gods, then?' Krishna returned with a laugh, his eyes looking into the dull eyes of the River. ‘Be certain that it is only for a little. The Heavenly Ones have heard thee, and presently justice will be done, Go now, mother, to the flood again. Men and cattle are thick on the waters – the banks fall – the villages melt because of thee.'

‘But the bridge – the bridge stands.' The Mugger turned grunting into the undergrowth as Krishna rose.

‘It is ended,' said the Tigress, viciously. ‘There is no more justice from the Heavenly Ones. Ye have made shame arid sport of Gunga, who asked no more than a few score lives.'

‘Of
my
people – who lie under the leaf-roofs of the village yonder – of the young girls, and the young men who sing to them in the dark – of the child that will be born next morn – of that which was begotten tonight,' said Krishna. ‘And when all is done, what profit? Tomorrow sees them at work. Ay, if ye swept the bridge out from end to end they would begin anew. Hear me! Bhairon is drunk always. Hanuman mocks his people with new riddles.'