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    In The Presence

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    (1912)

    'So the matter,' the Regimental Chaplain concluded, 'was correct; in
    every way correct. I am well pleased with Rutton Singh and Attar Singh.
    They have gathered the fruit of their lives.'

    He folded his arms and sat down on the verandah. The hot day had ended,
    and there was a pleasant smell of cooking along the regimental lines,
    where half-clad men went back and forth with leaf platters and
    water-goglets. The Subadar-Major, in extreme undress, sat on a chair, as
    befitted his rank; the Havildar-Major, his nephew, leaning respectfully
    against the wall. The Regiment was at home and at ease in its own
    quarters in its own district which takes its name from the great
    Muhammadan saint Mian Mir, revered by Jehangir and beloved by Guru Har
    Gobind, sixth of the great Sikh Gurus.

    'Quite correct,' the Regimental Chaplain repeated.

    No Sikh contradicts his Regimental Chaplain who expounds to him the Holy
    Book of the Grunth Sahib and who knows the lives and legends of all
    the Gurus.

    The Subadar-Major bowed his grey head. The Havildar-Major coughed
    respectfully to attract attention and to ask leave to speak. Though he
    was the Subadar-Major's nephew, and though his father held twice as
    much land as his uncle, he knew his place in the scheme of things. The
    Subadar-Major shifted one hand with an iron bracelet on the wrist.

    'Was there by any chance any woman at the back of it?' the
    Havildar-Major murmured. 'I was not here when the thing happened.'

    'Yes! Yes! Yes! We all know that thou wast in England eating and
    drinking with the Sahibs. We are all surprised that thou canst still
    speak Punjabi.' The Subadar-Major's carefully-tended beard bristled.

    'There was no woman,' the Regimental Chaplain growled. 'It was land.
    Hear, you! Rutton Singh and Attar Singh were the elder of four brothers.
    These four held land in--what was the village's name?--oh, Pishapur,
    near Thori, in the Banalu Tehsil of Patiala State, where men can still
    recognise right behaviour when they see it. The two younger brothers
    tilled the land, while Rutton Singh and Attar Singh took service with
    the Regiment, according to the custom of the family.'

    'True, true,' said the Havildar-Major. 'There is the same arrangement in
    all good families.'

    'Then, listen again,' the Regimental Chaplain went on. 'Their kin on
    their mother's side put great oppression and injustice upon the two
    younger brothers who stayed with the land in Patiala State. Their
    mother's kin loosened beasts into the four brothers' crops when the
    crops were green; they cut the corn by force when it was ripe; they
    broke down the water-courses; they defiled the wells; and they brought
    false charges in the law-courts against all four brothers.
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