"You stayed there to pursue your career. We fled inland to get away from the diverse European a.s.sa.s.sins who infested that town, and who were all looking for us. Soon enough, we came upon a Mogul road-block. Hindoos and Mohametans were allowed to pa.s.s through with only minor hara.s.sment and taking of baksheesh, baksheesh, but when it became known that we were Franks, they took us aside and made us sit in a tent together. One by one, each of us was taken out alone, and conducted to a field nearby, and handed a musket-which was unloaded-and a powder-horn, and pouch of b.a.l.l.s." but when it became known that we were Franks, they took us aside and made us sit in a tent together. One by one, each of us was taken out alone, and conducted to a field nearby, and handed a musket-which was unloaded-and a powder-horn, and pouch of b.a.l.l.s."

"What did you do?" Surendranath demanded.

"Gaped at it like a farmer."

"I likewise," said Padraig.

"So you failed the Intelligence Test?"

"I would rather say that we pa.s.sed pa.s.sed it. Van Hoek did the same as we. Mr. Foot tried to load the musket, but got the procedure backwards-put the ball in first, then the powder. But Vrej Esphahnian and Monsieur Arlanc loaded the weapon and discharged it in the general direction of a Hindoo idol that the Moguls had been using for target practice." it. Van Hoek did the same as we. Mr. Foot tried to load the musket, but got the procedure backwards-put the ball in first, then the powder. But Vrej Esphahnian and Monsieur Arlanc loaded the weapon and discharged it in the general direction of a Hindoo idol that the Moguls had been using for target practice."

"They were inducted," said Surendranath.

"As far as we know, they have been serving in the armed forces of the local king ever since that day." Jack said.

"This happened north of Surat?"

"Yes. Not far from the Habitation of Dust."

"So, were you in the realm of Terror of the Idolaters?"

"No," said Padraig, "this road-block was at a border crossing. The Moguls who gave us the Intelligence Test, and who press-ganged our friends, were in the pay of-"

"Dispenser of Mayhem!" cried Surendranath.

"The very same," said Jack.

"That is an unexpected boon for us," said the Banyan. "For as you know, the realm of Dispenser of Mayhem lies squarely astride the road to Delhi."

"That amounts to saying that Dispenser of Mayhem has been doing a miserable job of controlling the Marathas," Jack said.

"Which means that if we can find Vrej Esphahnian and Monsieur Arlanc, they will have much useful intelligence for us!"

Jack reckoned that this was as good a moment as any to spring the trap. "Indeed, it seems as if the Cabal-wretched and scattered though we are-may be very useful to you, Surendranath. Or to whichever merchant ends up hiring us, and making the run to Delhi first."

A sort of brisk whooshing noise now, as Surendranath yanked the curtain closed around his palanquin. Then silence-though Jack thought he could hear a curious throbbing, as if Surendranath were trying to stifle agonized laughter.

The next morning they got under way early and traveled for a few miles to a border, where they crossed into the realm of Shatterer of Worlds.

"Shatterer of Worlds has extirpated the local Marathas, but there are ragged bandit gangs all over the place," Surendranath said.

"Reminds me of France," Jack mused.

"The comparison is apt," Surendranath said. "As a matter of fact, it is not even a comparison. Shatterer of Worlds is a Frenchman."

"Those d.a.m.ned Frogs are everywhere!" Jack exclaimed. "Does the Great Mogul have any other kings from Christendom?"

"I believe that Bringer of Thunder is a Neapolitan artilleryman. He owns a piece of Rajasthan."

"Would you like us to round up some Frankish clothes, then? To scare away the highwaymen?" Padraig inquired.

"No need-in Kathiawar, they still observe the ancient customs," said Surendranath, and alighted from his palanquin to parley with some Hindoos who were squatting by the side of the road. In a few minutes, one of them arose and took up a position in the front of the tiny caravan.

A STICK WAS JABBED STICK WAS JABBED into the salty concrete that pa.s.sed for soil hereabouts. A yard away was another stick. A third stick had been lashed across the tops of the first two, and a fourth across the bottom. Miles of vermilion thread had been run back and forth between the top and bottom stick. A woman in an orange sari squatted before this contrivance maneuvering a smaller stick through the vertical threads, drawing another thread behind it. A couple of yards away was the same thing again, except that the sticks, the colors, and the woman were different; and this woman was chatting with a third woman who had also managed to round up four sticks and some thread. into the salty concrete that pa.s.sed for soil hereabouts. A yard away was another stick. A third stick had been lashed across the tops of the first two, and a fourth across the bottom. Miles of vermilion thread had been run back and forth between the top and bottom stick. A woman in an orange sari squatted before this contrivance maneuvering a smaller stick through the vertical threads, drawing another thread behind it. A couple of yards away was the same thing again, except that the sticks, the colors, and the woman were different; and this woman was chatting with a third woman who had also managed to round up four sticks and some thread.

The same was repeated all the way to the horizon on both sides of the road. Some of the weavers were working with coa.r.s.e undyed thread, but most of their work was in vivid colors that burned in the light of the sun. In some places there would be an irregular patch of green, or blue, or yellow, where some group of weavers were filling a large order. In other zones, each weaver worked with a different thread and so there might be an acre or two in which no two frames were of the same color. The only people who were standing were a few boys carrying water; a smattering of bony wretches bent under racks of thread that were strapped to their backs; and a two-wheeled ox-cart meandering about and collecting finished bits of cloth. A rutted road cut through the middle of it all, headed off in the general direction of Diu: a Portuguese enclave at the tip of Kathiawar. This was the third day of their journey from Ahmadabad. The Charan Charan continued to plod along ahead of them, humming to himself, occasionally eating a handful of something from a bag slung over his shoulder. continued to plod along ahead of them, humming to himself, occasionally eating a handful of something from a bag slung over his shoulder.

Out of all the thousands of Pieces of India stretched out for viewing, one caught Jack's eye, like a familiar face in a crowd: a square of blue Calicoe just like one of Eliza's dresses. He decided that he had better get some conversation going.

"Your narration puts me in mind of a question I have been meaning to ask of the first Hindoo I met who had the faintest idea what the h.e.l.l I was saying," he said.

Down in the palanquin, Surendranath startled awake.

Padraig sat up straighter in his saddle and blinked. "But no one has said a word these last two hours, Jack."

Surendranath was game. "There is much in Hindoostan that cries out, to the Western mind, for explanation," he said agreeably.

"Until we washed ash.o.r.e near Surat, I fancied I had my thumb on the 'stan' phenomenon," Jack said. "Turks live in Turkestan. Balochs live in Balochistan. Tajiks live in Tajikistan. Of course none of 'em ever stay put in their respective 'stans, which causes the world no end of trouble, but in principle it is all admirably clear. But now here we are in Hindoostan. And I gather that it soon comes to an end, if we go that way." Jack waved his right arm, which, since they were going south, meant that he was gesturing towards the west. "But-" (now sweeping his left arm through a full eight points of the compa.s.s, from due south to due east) "-in those directions it goes on practically forever forever. And every person speaks a different language, has skin a different color, and worships a different graven image; it is as varie-gated as this this" (indicating a pied hillside of weavers). "Leading to the question, what is the basis for 'stanhood or 'stanitude? To lump so many into one 'stan implies you have something something in common." in common."

Surendranath leaned forward in his palanquin and looked as if he were just about to answer, then settled back into his cushions with a faint smile under the twin spirals of his waxed moustachio. "It is a mystery of the Orient," he said gravely.

"For Christ's sake, you people need to get organized," Jack said. "You don't even have a common government-it's Moguls up here, and from what you are telling me, if we went south we would soon enough run afoul of those Marathas, and farther south yet, it's those fiends in human form, who've got Moseh and Dappa and the others-"

"Your memories of that day have run together like cheaply dyed textiles in the monsoon rain," Surendranath said.

"Excuse me, I was trying not to drown at the time."

"So was I."

"If they weren't fiends in human form, why did you you jump overboard?" Padraig asked. jump overboard?" Padraig asked.

"Because I wanted to get to Surat, and those pirates, whoever or whatever they were, they would have taken us the opposite direction," said Surendranath.

"Why do you suppose we we jumped out, then?" jumped out, then?"

"You feared that they were Balochi pirates," Surendranath said.

Padraig: "Those are the ones who cut their captives' Achilles tendons to prevent them escaping?"

Surendranath: "Yes."

Jack: "But wait! If they are Balochis, it follows that they are from Balochistan! If only they would stay put, that is."

Surendranath: "Of course."

Jack: "But Balochistan is that h.e.l.lish bit that went by to port-the country that vomited hot dust on us for three weeks."

Surendranath: "The description is cruel but fair."

Jack: "That would be a Mahometan country if ever there was one."

Surendranath: "Balochis are Muslims."

Padraig: "It's all coming back to me. We thought thought they were Balochi pirates they were Balochi pirates at first at first because they came after us in a Balochi-looking because they came after us in a Balochi-looking ship ship. Which, if true, would have been good for all of us save Dappa and you, Surendranath, because we were all Christians or Jews, hence People of the Book. Our Our Achilles tendons were safe." Achilles tendons were safe."

Surendranath: "I must correct you: it wasn't all right for van Hoek."

Jack: "True, but only because he'd made that asinine vow, when we were in Cairo, that he'd cut his hand off if he were ever taken by pirates again. Consequently he, you, and Dappa were making ready to jump ship."

Padraig: "My recollection is that van Hoek meant to stay and fight." recollection is that van Hoek meant to stay and fight."

Jack: "The Irishman speaks the truth. The cap'n took us between two islands, in the Gulf of Cambaye over yonder-whereupon we were beset by the second second pirate ship, which was obviously acting in concert with the first." pirate ship, which was obviously acting in concert with the first."

Padraig: "But this this one was much closer and was manned by-how do you say-" one was much closer and was manned by-how do you say-"

Surendranath: "Sangano pirates. Hindoos who steal, but do not kidnap, enslave, maim, or torture, except insofar as they have to in order to steal."

Jack: "And who had apparently taken that first ship from some luckless Balochi pirates, which is why we mistook them for Balochis at first."

Surendranath: "To this point, you are speaking the truth, as I recollect it."

Padraig: "No wonder-this is the point when you jumped out!"

Surendranath: "It made sense for me to jump out, because it was obvious that we were going to lose all of the gold to the Sangano pirates. But van Hoek was preparing to fight to the death."

Jack: "I must not have heard the splash, Surendranath, as my mind was occupied with other concerns. Van Hoek, as you say, was steering a course for open water in the middle of the Gulf, probably with the intention of fighting it out to the end. But we hadn't gone more than a mile when we stumbled directly into the path of a raiding-flotilla, whereupon all all of the boats-ours, and our pursuers'-were fair game for this new group." of the boats-ours, and our pursuers'-were fair game for this new group."

Padraig: "Darkies, but not Africans."

Jack: "Hindoos, but not Hindoostanis, precisely."

Padraig: "Only pirate-ships I've ever heard of commanded by women. women."

Jack: "There are rumored to be some in the Caribbean-but-none the less-it was a queer group indeed."

Surendranath: "You are describing Malabar pirates, then."

Jack: "As I said-fiends in human form!"

Surendranath: "They do things differently in Malabar."

Padraig: "At any rate, even van Hoek could now see it was hopeless, and so he jumped, which was preferable to cutting his hand off."

Surendranath: "Why did you you jump, Padraig?" jump, Padraig?"

Padraig: "I fled from Ireland, in the first place, specifically to get away from matriarchal oppression. Why did you you jump, Jack?" jump, Jack?"

Jack: "Rumors had begun to circulate that the Malabar pirates were even more cruel to Christians than the Balochi pirates were to Hindoos."

Surendranath: "Nonsense! You were misinformed. The Mohametan Mohametan Malabar pirates are that way, to be sure. But if the ships you saw were commanded by women, then they must have been Malabar pirates are that way, to be sure. But if the ships you saw were commanded by women, then they must have been Hindoo Hindoo Malabar pirates." Malabar pirates."

Padraig: "They are rich rich female Hindoo Malabar pirates now." female Hindoo Malabar pirates now."

Jack: "Mr. Foot had run to the head, either to take a s.h.i.te (which is what he normally does at such times) or to wave a white flag. But he tripped on a loose gold bar and pitched overboard. I went after him, knowing he couldn't swim. The water turned out to be less than two fathoms deep-I nearly broke my leg hitting the bottom. Accordingly, our ship ran aground at nearly the same moment. The rest is a blur."

Padraig: "It's not such such a blur. You and I, Monsieur Arlanc, Mr. Foot, van Hoek, and Vrej waded, bobbed, and dog-paddled across those endless shallows for a day or two. At some point we re-encountered Surendranath. Finally we washed up near Surat. The Armenian and the Frenchman later failed the Intelligence Test and wound up in the army of Dispenser of Mayhem." a blur. You and I, Monsieur Arlanc, Mr. Foot, van Hoek, and Vrej waded, bobbed, and dog-paddled across those endless shallows for a day or two. At some point we re-encountered Surendranath. Finally we washed up near Surat. The Armenian and the Frenchman later failed the Intelligence Test and wound up in the army of Dispenser of Mayhem."

Surendranath: "Concerning those two, by the way, I have sent out some messages to my cousin in Udaipur-he will make inquiries."

They came over the top of a gentle rise and saw new country ahead. A mile or two distant, the road crossed a small river that ran from right to left towards the Gulf of Cambaye, which was barely visible as a grayish fuzz on the eastern horizon. The river crossing was commanded by a mud-brick fort, and around the fort was a meager walled town. Jack already knew what they would find there: a landing for boats coming up the river from the Gulf, and a marketplace where Pieces of India were peddled to Banyans or European buyers.

Jack said, "It will be good to see Vrej and Arlanc again, a.s.suming they are still alive, and I will enjoy listening to their war-stories. But I already know what they would tell us, if they were here."

This announcement seemed to startle Padraig and Surendranath, and so Jack explained, "There must be some advantage to growing old, or else why would we put up with it?"

"You're not old," Padraig said, "you can't be forty yet."

"Stay. I have lived through more than most old men. Letters I have not learned, nor numbers, and so I cannot read a book, nor navigate a ship, nor calculate the proper angle for an artillery-piece. But people I know well-better than I should like to-and so the situation of Hindoostan is all too clear to me. It is clear when I watch you, Surendranath, speaking of the Moguls, and you, Padraig, speaking of the English."

"Will you share your wisdom with us then, O Jack?" Padraig asked.

"If Vrej Esphahnian and Monsieur Arlanc were here, they would tell us that the Marathas are angry, well-organized, and not afraid to die, and that the Moguls are orgulous and corrupt-that the rulers of this Empire live better while besieging some Maratha fortress than the Hindoos do when they are at peace. They would tell us, in other words, that this rebellion is a serious matter, and that we cannot get the caravan of Surendranath from Surat to Delhi by dint of charm or bribery."

"You seem to be telling me that it is impossible," Surendranath said. "Perhaps we should turn around and go back to the Habitation of Dust."

"Surendranath, which would you rather be: the first bird to jump off the ice floe, or the first bird to climb back onto it with a belly full of fish?"

"The question answers itself," Surendranath said.

"If you listen to my advice, you will not be the former, but you will be the latter."

"You think other caravans will leave Surat first, and fall prey to the rebels," Surendranath translated.

"I believe that any caravan headed to Delhi will have to face the Maratha army at some point," Jack said. "The first such caravan to drive the Marathas from the field shall be the first to reach its destination."

"I cannot hire an army," Surendranath said.

"I did not say you need to hire an army. I said you need to drive the Marathas from the field."

"You speak like a fakir, fakir," Surendranath said darkly.