Already the horrors he’d witnessed tonight were taking on an air of unreality. Was what he’d seen real?
Of course it was. It just didn't seem so standing here amid the staid normalcy of Fifth Avenue in the upper Sixties. Maybe that was good. Maybe that seeming unreality would let him sleep at night until he took care of Kusum and his monsters.
He caught a cab and told the driver to go around the park instead of through it.
6
Kolabati watched through the peephole until Jack stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him. Then she slumped against the door.
Had she told him too much? What had she said? She couldn't remember what she might have blurted out in the aftermath of the shock of finding that hole in the rakosh egg. Probably nothing too damaging—she had such long experience at keeping secrets from people that it was now an integral part of her nature. Still, she wished she could be sure.
Kolabati straightened up and pushed those concerns aside. What was done was done. Kusum would be coming back tonight. After what Jack had told her, she was sure of that.
It was all so clear now. That name: Westphalen. It explained everything. Everything except where Kusum had found the male egg. And what he intended to do next.
Westphalen...she thought Kusum would have forgotten that name by now. But then, why think that? Kusum forgot nothing, not a favor, certainly not a slight. He would never forget the name Westphalen. Nor the timeworn vow attached to it.
Kolabati ran her hands up and down her arms. Captain Sir Albert Westphalen had committed a hideous crime and deserved an equally hideous death. But not his descendants. Innocent people should not be given into the hands of the rakoshi for a crime committed before they were born.
But she could not worry about them now. She had to decide how to handle Kusum. To protect Jack she would have to know more. She tried to remember the name of the woman Jack said had disappeared last night...Paton, wasn't it? Nellie Paton. And she needed a way to put Kusum on the defensive.
She went into the bedroom and brought the empty egg back to the tiny foyer. There she dropped the shell just inside the door. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
Tense and anxious, she found herself a chair and tried to get comfortable.
7
Kusum stood outside his apartment door a moment to compose himself. Kolabati was certainly waiting within with questions as to his whereabouts last night. He had his answers ready. What he had to do now was mask the elation that must be beaming from his face. He had disposed of the next to the last Westphalen—one more and he would be released from the vow. Tomorrow he would set the wheels in motion to secure the last of Albert Westphalen's line. Then he would set sail for India.
He keyed the lock and opened the door. Kolabati sat facing him from a living room chair, her arms and legs crossed, her face impassive. As he smiled and stepped forward, something crunched under his foot. He looked down and saw the shattered rakosh egg. A thousand thoughts hurtled through his shocked mind, but the one that leaped to the forefront was: How much does she know?
"So," he said as he closed the door behind him. "You know."
"Yes, brother. I know."
"How—?"
"That's what I want to know," she snapped.
She was being so oblique! She knew the egg had hatched. What else did she know? Not wanting to give anything away, he decided to proceed on the assumption that she knew only of the empty egg and nothing more.
"I didn't want to tell you about the egg," he said finally. "I was too ashamed. After all, it was in my care when it broke, and—"
"Kusum!" Kolabati leaped to her feet, her face livid. "Don't lie to me! I know about the ship and I know about the Westphalen women!"
Kusum felt as if he had been struck by lightning. She knew everything!
"How...?" was all he could manage.
"I followed you yesterday."
"You followed me?" He was sure he had eluded her. She had to be bluffing. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?”
"Forget the last time. I followed you to your ship last night. "
"Impossible! "
"So you thought. But I watched and waited all last night. I saw the rakoshi leave. I saw them return with their captive. And I learned from Jack today that Nellie Paton, a Westphalen, disappeared last night. That was all I needed to know." She glared at him. "No more lies, Kusum. It's my turn to ask, 'how?' "
Stunned, Kusum stepped down into the living room and sank into a chair. He would have to bring her into it now...tell her everything. Almost everything. There was one part he could never tell—he could barely think about that himself. But he could tell her the rest. Maybe she could see his side.
He began his tale.
8
Kolabati scrutinized her brother closely as he spoke, watching for lies. His voice was clear and cool, his expression calm with just a hint of guilt, like a husband confessing a minor dalliance with another woman.
"I felt adrift after you left India. It was as if I had lost my other arm. Despite all my followers clustered around me, I spent much time alone—too much time, you might say. I began to review my life and all I had done and not done with it. Despite my growing influence, I felt unworthy of the trust so many were placing in me. What had I truly accomplished except to filthy my karma to the level of the lowest caste? I confess that for a time I wallowed in self-pity. Finally I decided to journey back to Bharangpur, to the hills there, to the temple ruins that are now the tomb of our parents and heritage."
He paused and looked directly at her. "The foundation is still there, you know. The ashes of the rest are gone, washed into the sand or blown away, but the stone foundation remains, and the rakoshi caves beneath are intact. The hills are still uninhabited. Despite all the crowding at home, people still avoid those hills. I stayed there for days in an effort to renew myself. I prayed, I fasted, I wandered the caves...yet nothing happened. I felt as empty and as worthless as before. And then I found it!"
Kolabati saw a light begin to glow in her brother's eyes, growing steadily, as if someone were stoking a fire within his brain.
"A male egg, intact, just beneath the surface of the sand in a tiny alcove in the caves! At first I did not know what to make of it, or what to do with it. Then it struck me: I was being given a second chance. There before me lay the means to accomplish all that I should have with my life, the means to cleanse my karma and make it worthy of one of our caste. I saw it then as my destiny. I was to start a nest of rakoshi and use them to fulfill the vow."
A male egg. Kusum continued to talk about how he manipulated the Foreign Service and managed to have himself assigned to the London embassy. Kolabati barely heard him. A male egg...she remembered hunting through the ruins of the Temple and the caves beneath as a child, searching everywhere. In their youth they both had felt it their duty to start a new nest and they had desperately wanted a male egg.
"After I established myself at the embassy," Kusum was saying, "I searched for Captain Westphalen's descendants. I learned that only four of his bloodline remained. They were not a prolific family and a number of them were killed off in the World Wars. To my dismay, I learned that only one, Richard Westphalen, was still in Britain. The other three were in America. But that did not deter me. I hatched the eggs, mated them, and started the nest. I have since disposed of three of the four Westphalens. There is only one left. "
Kolabati was relieved to hear that only one remained—perhaps she could prevail upon Kusum to give it up.
"Aren't three lives enough? Innocent lives, Kusum?"
"The vow, Bati," he said as if intoning the name of a deity. "The vrata. They carry the blood of that murderer, defiler, and thief in their veins. And that blood must be wiped from the face of the earth."
"I can't let you, Kusum. It's wrong."
"It's right!" He leapt to his feet. "There has never been anything so right!"
"No!"
"Yes!" He came toward her, hi
s eyes bright. "You should see them, Bati! So beautiful! So willing! Please come with me and look at them! You'll know then that it is the will of Kali!"
A refusal rose immediately to Kolabati's lips, yet did not pass them. The thought of seeing a nest of rakoshi here in America at once repulsed and fascinated her. Kusum must have sensed her uncertainty, for he pressed on:
"They are our birthright! Our heritage! To turn away from them is to turn your back on your past!"
Kolabati wavered. After all, she did wear the necklace. And she was one of the last two remaining Keepers. In a way she owed it to herself and her family to at least go and see them.
"All right," she said slowly. "I'll come see them with you. But only once."
"Wonderful!" Kusum seemed elated. "It will be like going back in time. You'll see!"
"But that won't change my mind about killing innocent people. You must promise me that will stop."
"We'll discuss it," Kusum said, leading her toward the door. "And I want to tell you about my other plans for the rakoshi—plans that do not involve what you call 'innocent' lives."
"What?" She didn't like the sound of that.
"I'll tell you after you've seen them."
Kusum was silent during the cab ride to the docks while Kolabati tried her best to appear as if she knew exactly where they were going. After the cab dropped them off, they walked through the dark until they were standing before a small freighter. Kusum led her around to the starboard side.
"If it were daylight you could see the name across the stem: Ajit-Rupobati—in Vedic!"
She heard a click from where his hand rested in his jacket pocket. With a whir and a hum, the gangplank began to lower toward them. Dread and anticipation grew as she climbed. The moon was high and bright, illuminating the surface of the deck with a pale light made all the starker by the depths of the shadows it cast.
He stopped at the aft end of the second hatch and knelt by a belowdecks entry port.
"They're in the hold below," he said as he pulled up the hatch.
Rakoshi-stench poured out of the opening. Kolabati turned her head away. How could Kusum stand it? He didn't seem to notice the odor as he slid his feet into the port.
"Come," he said.
She followed. A short ladder led down to a square platform nestled into a corner, high over the empty hold. Kusum hit a switch and the platform began to descend with a jerk. Startled, Kolabati grabbed Kusum's arm.
"Where are we going?"
"Down just a little way." He pointed below with his bearded chin. "Look."
Kolabati squinted into the shadows, futilely at first. Then she saw their eyes. A garbled murmur arose from below. Kolabati realized that until this instant, despite all the evidence, all that Jack had told her, she’d not truly believed there could be rakoshi in New York. Yet here they were.
She shouldn't have been afraid—she was a Keeper—yet she was terrified. The closer the platform sank toward the floor of the hold, the greater her fear. Her mouth grew dry as her heart pounded against the wall of her chest.
"Stop it, Kusum!"
"Don't worry. They can't see us."
Kolabati knew that, but it gave her no comfort.
"Stop it now! Take me back up!"
Kusum hit another button. The descent stopped. He looked at her strangely, then started the platform upward. Kolabati sagged against him, relieved to be moving away from the rakoshi but knowing she had deeply disappointed her brother.
It couldn't be helped. She’d changed. She was no longer the recently-orphaned little girl who had looked up to her older brother as the nearest thing to a god on earth, who had planned with him to find a way to bring back the rakoshi and through them restore the ruined temple to its former glory. That little girl was gone forever. She’d ventured into the world and found that life could be good outside India. She wanted to stay there.
Not so Kusum. His heart and his mind had never left those blackened ruins in the hills outside Bharangpur. There was no life for him outside India. And even in his homeland his rigid Hindu fundamentalism made him something of a stranger. He worshipped India's past. That was where he wished to live, not in the land India was striving to become.
With the belowdecks port shut and sealed behind them, Kolabati relaxed, reveling in the outside air. Whoever would have thought muggy New York City air could smell so sweet?
Kusum led her to a steel door in the forward wall of the superstructure. He opened the padlock that secured it. Inside was a short hallway and a single furnished cabin.
Kolabati sat on the cot while Kusum stood and looked at her. She kept her head down, unable to meet his eyes. Neither had said a word since leaving the hold. Kusum's air of disapproval rankled her, made her feel like an errant child, yet she could not fight it. He had a right to feel the way he did.
"I brought you here hoping to share the rest of my plans with you," he said at last. "I see now that was a mistake. You have lost all touch with your heritage. You would become like the millions of soulless others in this place."
"Tell me your plans, Kusum," she said, feeling his hurt. "I want to hear them."
"You'll hear. But will you listen?" He answered his own question without waiting for her. "I don't think so. I was going to tell you how the rakoshi could be used to aid me back home. They could help eliminate those who are determined to change India into something she was never intended to be, who are bent on leading our people away from the true concerns of life in a mad drive to make India another America.”
"Your political ambitions."
"Not ambitions! A mission!"
Kolabati had seen that feverish light shining in her brother's eyes before. It frightened her almost as much as the rakoshi. But she kept her voice calm.
"You want to use the rakoshi for political ends."
"I do not! But the only way to bring India back onto the True Path is through political power. It came to me that I have not been allowed to start this nest of rakoshi for the mere purpose of fulfilling a vow. There is a grander scheme here, and I am part of it."
With a sinking feeling, Kolabati realized where all this was leading. A single word said it all:
"Hindutvu."
"Yes—Hindutvu! A reunified India under Hindu rule. We will undo what the British did in 1947 when they made the Punjab into Pakistan and vivisected Bengal. If only I had had the rakoshi then—Lord Mountbatten would never have left India alive! But he was out of my reach, so I had to settle for the life of his collaborator, the revered Hindu traitor who legitimized the partition of our India by persuading the people to accept it without violence."
Kolabati was aghast. "Gandhi? It couldn't have been you—!"
"Poor Bati." He smiled maliciously at the shock that must have shown on her face. "I'm truly disappointed that you never guessed. Did you actually think I would sit idly by after the part he played in the partition?"
"But Savarkar was behind—-!"
"Yes. Savarkar was behind Godse and Apte, the actual assassins. He was tried and executed for his part. But who do you think was behind Savarkar?"
No! It couldn't be true! Not her brother—the man behind what some called The Crime of the Century!
But he was still talking. She forced herself to listen:
"...the return of East Bengal—it belongs with West Bengal. Bengal shall be whole again!"
"But East Bengal is Bangladesh now. You can't possibly think—"
"I'll find a way. I have the time. I have the rakoshi. I'll find a way, believe me."
The room spun about Kolabati. Kusum, her brother, her surrogate parent for all these years, the steady, rational cornerstone of her life, was slipping further and further from the real world, indulging himself in the revenge and power fantasies of a maladjusted adolescent.
Kusum was mad. The realization sickened her. Kolabati had fought against the admission all night but the truth could no longer be denied. She had to get away from him.
"If anyone can fin
d a way, I'm sure you will," she told him, rising and turning toward the door. "And I'll be glad to help in any way I can. But I'm tired now and I'd like to go back to the—"
Kusum stepped in front of the door, blocking her way.
"No, my sister. You will stay here until we sail away together."
"Sail?" Panic clutched at her throat. She had to get off this ship! "I don't want to sail anywhere!"
"I realize that. And that's why I had this room, the pilot's cabin, sealed off." She detected no malice in his voice or his expression. He was more like an understanding parent talking to a child. "I'm bringing you back to India with me."
"No!"
"It's for your own good. During the voyage back home I'm sure you'll see the error of the life you've chosen to lead. We have a chance to do something for India, an unprecedented chance to cleanse our karmas. I do this for you as much as for myself." He looked at her knowingly. "For your karma is as polluted as mine."
"You have no right!"
"I've more than a right. I've a duty."
He darted out of the room and shut the door behind him. Kolabati lunged forward but heard the lock click before she reached the handle. She pounded on its sturdy oak panels.
"Kusum, let me out! Please let me out!"
"When we're at sea," he said from the far side of the door.
She heard him walk down the hall to the steel hatch that led to the deck and felt a sense of doom settle over her. Her life was no longer her own. Trapped on this ship...weeks at sea with a madman, even if it was her brother. She had to get out of here!
"Jack will be looking for me!" she said on impulse, regretting it immediately. She hadn't wanted to involve Jack in this.
"Why would he be looking for you?" Kusum said slowly, his voice faint.
"Because..." She couldn't let him know that Jack had found the ship and knew about the rakoshi. "Because we've been together every day. Tomorrow he'll want to know where I am."
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