Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal Chapter 20

Part IV smackHe who projects in me both things, and all things in me, is never removed from me, and I am never removed from him.THE BHAGAVAD GITAChapter 20The road was estimable wide enough for the two of us to walk military position by side. The potbelly on either side was as game as an elephants eye. We could see blue put away above us, and exactly as far on the path as the next curve, which could move everywhere been any surmount a counsel, because thithers no perspective in an unbroken green trench. Wed been traveling on this road most of the twenty-four hour period, and passed unless one old man and a couple of cows, besides right off we could hear what sounded exchangeable a big(p) party approaching us, non far off, by chance two deoxycytidine monophosphate yards away. in that respect were mens voices, a lot of them, footsteps, some dissonant metal drums, and most disturbing, the continuous screams of a woman either in ache, or terrified, or both.Youn g masters came a voice from somewhere mount us.I jumped in the institutionalize and came rectify in a vindi qatory stance, my black glass knife drawn and ready. Josh looked around for the ancestor of the voice. The screaming was getting closer. There was a rustling in the grass a few feet away from the road, thusly again the voice, Young masters, you must(prenominal) hide.An impossibly thin male sounding with eyes that seemed a sizing and a half too large for his skull popped out of the wall of grass beside us. You must come. Kali comes to choose her victims Come now or die.The face disappe bed, re centerd by a craggy chocolate-brown overturn that motioned for us to f atomic number 18 into the grass. The womans scream hit crescendo and failed, as if the voice had broken said(prenominal)(p) an everyplacetightened lute string.Go, express Joshua, pushing me into the grass.As soon as I was off of the road someone caught my wrist and started dragging me by the ocean of grass. Joshua latched onto the tail of my shirt and allowed himself to be dragged a pine. As we ran the grass whipped and slashed at us. I could feel blood welling up on my face and arms, plain as the brown wraith pulled me deeper into the sea of green. Above the rasping of my inkling I heard men shouting from behind us, then a thrashing of the grass universe trampled.They f be, said the brown wraith over his shoulder. Run unless you want your interrogatives to decorate Kalis altar. Run.Over my shoulder to Josh, I said, He says run or it get out be bad. Behind Josh, outlined against the sky, I saw long, sword want spear tips, the sort of thing one energy use for beheading someone.Okey-dokey, said Josh.It had shrinkn us over a month to get to India, most of the journey by dint of hundreds of miles of the highest, most bad country we had ever seen. Amazingly enough, thither were villages scattered all through the mountains, and when the villagers saw our orange robes doors w ere flung wide and larders opened. We were always fed, given a sore place to sleep, and welcomed to stay as long as we wished. We offered obtuse parables and bothersome chants in return, as was the tradition.It wasnt until we came out of the mountains onto a bru tall- letingy hot and wet grassland that we constitute our mode of dress was drawing more disdain than welcome. unitary man, of obvious wealth (he rode a horse and wore silk robes) cursed us as we passed and spit at us. Other heap on foot began to take notice of us as well, and we hurried off into some high grass and changed out of our robes. I tucked the glass dagger that pleasure had given me into my sash.What was he freeing on closely? I asked Joshua.He said something active tellers of false prophecies. Pretenders. Enemies of the Brahman, whatever that is. Im not sure what else.Well, it looks like were more welcome here as Jews than as Buddhistics.For now, said Joshua. both the population score those marks o n their foreheads like Gaspar had. I judge without one of those were going to have to be c areful.As we traveled into the lowlands the air felt as impenetrable as warm cream, and we could feel the load of it in our lungs after so many years in the mountains. We passed into the valley of a wide, muddy river, and the road became choked with people passing in and out of a city of wooden shacks and stone altars. There were humped-back cattle everywhere, even grazing in the gardens, however no one seemed to jade them any mind.The last meat I ate was what was left of our camels, I said.Lets get a booth and buy some beef.There were merchants along the road selling various wares, clay pots, powders, herbs, spices, copper and bronze blades (iron seemed to be in short supply), and tiny carvings of what seemed to be a thousand contrasting gods, most of them having more limbs than seemed necessary and none of them looking particularly friendly.We found grain, breads, fruits, vegetables , and bean pastes for sale, but nowhere did we see any meat. We settled on some bread and spicy bean paste, paid the woman with roman print copper coin, then found a place infra a large banyan manoeuver where we could sit and look at the river firearm we ate.Id forgotten the smell of a city, the fetid m??lange of people, and waste, and smoke and animals, and I began to long for the clean air of the mountains.I dont want to sleep here, Joshua. Lets see if we tummy find a place in the country.We are supposititious to follow this river to the sea to reach Tamil. Where the river goes, so go the people.The river wider than any in Israel, but shallow, yellow with clay, and still against the heavy air seemed more like a huge stagnant puddle than a living, moving thing. In this season, anyway. Dotting the surface, a half-dozen skinny, naked men with wild white whisker and not three teeth apiece shouted angry poetry at the top of their lungs and tossed water into glittering crests o ver their heads.I wonder how my first cousin John is doing, said Josh.All along the muddy riverbank women process clothes and babies only steps from where cattle waded and shat, men fished or pushed long shallow gravy holders along with poles, and children swam or played in the mud. Here and thither the corpse of a dog bobbed flyblown in the gentle current. whitethornhap theres a road inland a little, away from the stench.Joshua nodded and climbed to his feet. There, he said, pointing to a narrow path that began on the opposite bank of the river and disappeared into some tall grass.Well have to cross, I said.Be nice if we could find a boat to take us, said Josh.You dont ideate we should ask where the path leads?No, said Joshua, looking at a crowd of people who were gathering nearby and stare at us. These people all look hostile.What was that you told Gaspar about love was a state you dwell in or something?Yeah, but not with these people. These people are creepy. Lets go.The cre epy little brown guy who was dragging me through the elephant grass was named Rumi, and much to his credit, amid the chaos and tumble of a headlong dissipate through a leviathan marshland, pursued by a muderous band of clanging, shouting, spear-waving beheading enthusiasts, Rumi had managed to find a tiger no small task when you have a kung fu master and the savior of the world in tow.Eek, a tiger, Rumi said, as we stumbled into a small clearing, a mere depression really, where a cat the size of Jerusalem was gleefully gnawing away on the skull of a deer.Rumi had denotative my sentiments exactly, but I would be damned if I was going to permit my last words be Eek, a tiger, so I listened quietly as urine filled my shoes.Youd deliberate all the noise would have frightened him, Josh said, just as the tiger looked up from his deer.I noticed that our pursuers seemed to be closing on us by the second.That is the way it is usually done, said Rumi. The noise drives the tiger to the h unter.Maybe he receives that, I said, so hes not going anywhere. You eff, theyre bigger than I imagined. Tigers, I mean. vex down, said Joshua.Pardon me? I said.Trust me, Joshua said. Remember the cobra when we were kids?I nodded to Rumi and coaxed him down as the tiger crouched and tensed his hind legs as if preparing to leap, which is exactly what he was doing. As the first of our pursuers broke into the clearing from behind us the tiger leapt, sailing over our heads by half again the height of a man. The tiger landed on the first two men attack out of the grass, crushing them under his enormous forepaws, then raking their backs as he leapt again. After that all I could see was spear points scattering against the sky as the hunters became, well, you know. Men screamed, the woman screamed, the tiger screamed, and the two men who had travel under the tiger crawled to their feet and limped back toward the road, screaming.Rumi looked from the dead deer, to Joshua, to me, to the de ad deer, to Joshua, and his eyes seemed to grow even larger than before. I am deeply moved and forevermore grateful for your affinity with the tiger, but that is his deer, and it appears that he has not finished with it, perhapsJoshua stood up. Lead on.I dont know which way.Not that way, I said, pointing in the trouble of the screaming bad guys.Rumi led us through the grass to some other road, which we followed to where he lied.Its a pit, I said.Its not that bad, said Joshua, looking around. There were other pits nearby. People were living in them.You live in a pit, I said.Hey, ease up, Joshua said. He freed our lives.It is a humble pit, but it is home, said Rumi. Please make yourself comfortable.I looked around. The pit had been chipped out of sandstone and was about shoulder deep and just wide enough to turn a cow around in, which I would find out was a important dimension. The pit was empty except for a single rock about knee high.Have a seat. You may have the rock, said R umi.Joshua smiled and sit down on the rock. Rumi sat on the floor of the pit, which was covered with a thick layer of black slime. Please. Sit, said Rumi, gesturing to the floor beside him. Im sorry, we can only leave one rock.I didnt sit. Rumi, you live in a pit I pointed out.Well, yes, that is true. Where do Untouchables live in your land?Untouchable?Yes, the last-place of the low. The chicken feed of the earth. None of the higher caste may acknowledge my existence. I am Untouchable.Well, no wonder, you live in a fucking pit.No, Joshua said, he lives in a pit because hes Untouchable, hes not Untouchable because he lives in a pit. Hed be Untouchable if he lived in a palace, isnt that right, Rumi?Oh, like thats going to happen, I said. Im sorry, the guy lived in a pit.Theres more room since my wife and most of my children died, said Rumi. Until this morning it was only Vitra, my youngest missy and me, but now she is gone too. There is plenty of room for you if you wish to stay. Joshua put his hand on Rumis narrow shoulder and I could see the effect it had, the pain evaporating from the Untouchables face like dew under a hot sun. I stood by being wretched.What happened to Vitra? Joshua asked.They came and took her, the Brahmans, as a sacrifice on the feast of Kali. I was looking for her when I saw you two. They gather children and men, criminals, Untouchables, and strangers. They would have taken you and day after tomorrow they would have offered your head to Kali.So your daughter is not dead? I asked.They will hold her until midnight on the night of the feast, then slaughter her with the other children on the wooden elephants of Kali.I will go to these Brahmans and ask for your daughter back, Joshua said.Theyll kill you, Rumi said. Vitra is lost, even your tiger cannot save you from Kalis destruction.Rumi, I said. Look at me, please. Explain, Brahmans, Kali, elephants, everything. Go slow, act as if I know nothing.Like that takes imagination, Joshua said, clearly violating my implied, if not expressed, copyright on sarcasm. (Yeah, we have court of law TV in the hotel room, why?)There are four castes, said Rumi, the Brahmans, or priests Kshatriyas, or warriors Vaisyas, who are farmers or merchants and the Sudras, who are laborers. There are many subcastes, but those are the main ones. Each man is natural to a caste and he remains in that caste until he dies and is reborn as a higher caste or get off caste, which is determined by his karma, or actions during his last life.We know from karma, I said. Were Buddhist monks.Heretics Rumi hissed.Bite me, you bug-eyed tight fitting brown guy, I said.You are a penny-pinching brown guyNo, youre a scrawny brown guyNo, you are a scrawny brown guyWe are all scrawny brown guys, Joshua said, making peace.Yeah, but hes bug-eyed.And you are a schismatic.Youre a hereticNo, you are a heretic.Were all scrawny brown heretics, said Joshua, calming things down again.Well, of course Im scrawny, I said . Six years of cold rice and tea, and not a scrap of beef for sale in the strong country.You would eat beef? You heretic shouted Rumi.Enough shouted Joshua.No one may eat a cow. Cows are the reincarnations of souls on their way to the next life.Holy cow, Josh said.That is what I am saying.Joshua agitate his head as if trying to straighten jumbled thoughts. You said that there were four castes, but you didnt mention Untouchables.Harijans, Untouchables, have no caste, we are the lowest of the low. We may have to live many lifetimes before we even proceed to the level of a cow, and then we may become higher caste. Then, if we follow our dharma, our duty, as a higher caste, we may become one with Brahma, the inventetary spirit of all. I cant believe you dont know this, have you been living in a cave?I was going to point out that Rumi was in no position to criticize where we had been living, but Joshua signaled me to let it go. Instead I said, So you are lower on the caste system th an a cow? I asked.Yes.So these Brahmans wont eat a cow, but they will take your daughter and kill her for their goddess?And eat her, said Rumi, hanging his head. At midnight on the night of the feast they will take her and the other children and truss them to the wooden elephants. They will cut off the childrens fingers and give one to the head of each Brahman household. Then they will catch her blood in a cup and everyone in the household will taste it. They may eat the finger or bury it for good luck. After that the children are hacked to death on the wooden elephants.They cant do that, Joshua said.Oh yes, the cult of Kali may do anything they wish. It is her city, Kalighat. Calcutta on the Friendly Flyer map. My little Vitra is lost. We can only pray that she is reincarnated to a higher level.Joshua patted the Untouchables hand. Why did you call Biff a heretic when he told you that we were Buddhist monks?That Gautama said that a man may go directly from any level to join Brahma, without fulfilling his dharma, that is heresy.That would be smash for you, wouldnt it? Since youre on the bottom of the ladder?You cannot believe what you do not believe, Rumi said. I am an Untouchable because my karma dictates it.Oh yeah, I said. No sense sitting under a bodhi tree for a few hours when you can get the same thing through thousands of lifetimes of misery.Of course, thats ignoring the fact that youre a gentile and going to bring eternal damnation either way, said Josh.Yeah, leaving that out altogether. tho well get your daughter back, Joshua said.Joshua wanted to rush into Kalighat and demand the return of Rumis daughter and the release of all the other victims in the name of what was good and right. Joshuas declaration to everything was to lead with righteous indignation, and there is a time and a place unto that, but there is also a time for cunning and rascality (Ecclesiastes 9 or something). I was able to talk him into an alternate plan by using flawless logi cJosh, did the Vegemites smite the Marmites by charging in and demanding justice at the end of a sword? I think not. These Brahmans cut off and eat the fingers of children. I know theres no finger-cutting commandment, Josh, but still, Im speculateing that these people think differently than we do. They call the Buddha a heretic, and he was one of their princes. How do you think theyll receive a scrawny brown kid claiming to be the son of a god who doesnt even live in their area?Good point. But we still have to save the child.Of course.How?Extreme sneakiness.Youll have to be in charge then.First we requirement to see this city and this tabernacle where the sacrifices will be held.Joshua scratched his head. His hair had broadly grown back, but was still short. The Vegemites smote the Marmites?Yeah, Excretions three-six.I dont remember that. I guess I need to brush up on my Torah.The statue of Kali over her altar was carved from black stone and stood as tall as ten men. She wore a n ecklace of human skulls around her neck and a waistcloth made of severed human hands at her hips. Her open tar was lined with a saw blade of teeth over which a stream of fresh blood had been poured. Even her toenails curved into vicious blades which remove into the pile of twisted, graven corpses on which she stood. She had four arms, one holding a cruel, serpentine sword, another a severed head by the hair the third hand she held crooked, as if beckoning her victims to the place of dark destruction to which all are destined, and the fourth was posed downward, in a manner presenting the goddesss hand-girded hips, as if asking the eternal question, Does this outfit make me look fat?The elevated altar lay in the middle of an open garden that was ring by trees. The altar was wide enough that five hundred people could have stood in the shadow of the black goddess. Deep grooves had been cut in the stone to channel the blood of sacrifices into vessels, so it could be poured through th e goddesss jaws. take to the altar was a wide stone-paved boulevard, which was lined on either side by great elephants carved from wood and set on turntables so they could be rotated. The trunks and front feet of the elephants were stained rusty brown, and here and there the trunks exhibited deep gouges from blades that had hewn through a child into the mahogany.Vitra isnt being kept here, Joshua said.We were hiding behind a tree near the tabernacle garden, dressed as natives, fake caste marks and all. Having lost when we draw lots, I was the one dressed as a woman.I think this is a bodhi tree, I said, just like Buddha sat under Its so exciting. Im feeling sort of enlightened just standing here. Really, I can feel ripe bodhies squishing between my toes.Joshua looked at my feet. I dont think those are bodhies. There was a cow here before us.I elevate my foot out of the mess. Cows are overrated in this country. Under the Buddhas tree too. Is nothing sacred?Theres no temple to this temple, Joshua said. We have to ask Rumi where the sacrifices are kept until the festival.He wont know. Hes Untouchable. These guys are Brahmans priests they wouldnt tell him anything. That would be like a Sadducee telling a Samaritan what the Holy of Holies looked like.Then we have to find them ourselves, Joshua said.We know where theyre going to be at midnight, well get them then.I say we find these Brahmans and force them to stop the whole festival.Well just storm up to their temple and tell them to stop it?Yes.And they will.Yes.Thats cute, Josh. Lets go find Rumi. I have a plan.