If she could go forever thus she would sacrifice
entrance to _kailas_. But this is heaven; and perhaps Omkar, when I
make the sacrifice--I mean offering--will listen to Bootea's prayers,
and--and--"
"And what, Gulab?" Barlow asked, for the girl turned her face against
his breast, and her voice had smothered.
Their thoughts were distracted by a din in front that shattered the
solemn hush of the night. There was a thunderous beat of tom-toms, the
shrill rasping screech of conch-shells, and in intervals of subversion
of instrumental clamour they could hear women's voices, high-pitched,
singing the _scahailia_ (song of joy). Loud cries of "Jae, Jae,
Omkar!" rose in a chorus from a hundred swelling throats.
At a turning around a huge banyan tree they saw the flickering flames
of torches, and Barlow knew that plodding in front was a large body of
pilgrims.
He quickened his horse's pace, drawing Bootea closer to hide her from
curious eyes, and as he passed the Hindus he knew from their scowling
faces and cries of, "It is a Kaffir--a barbarian!" that they took him
for a Mussulman, perhaps one of Sindhia's Arabs.
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