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It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighi lies wan and grey before us. The land is desolate and barren.

There are no cattle to be seen in the wide field; they have gone to their village stalls.

The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs a narrow broken path.

You are frightened and thinking --"I know not where we have come to."

I say to you, "Mother, do not be afraid."

The bearers, shaking in terror, hide themselves in the thorny bush.

You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on a red horse.

Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper, "What light is that near the bank?"

Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country.

It grows dark and dim on the land and sky, and we cannot tell where we are going.

Just then there bursts out a fearful yell, and figures come running towards us.

You sit crouched in your palanquin and repeat the names of the gods in prayer.

I shout to you, "Don't be afraid, mother. I am here."

A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why couldn't such a thing come true by chance?

It would be like a story in a book.

Our village people would all say in amazement, "Was it not lucky that the boy was with his mother?"

The fight becomes so fearful, mother, that it would give you a cold shudder could you see it from your palanquin.

You come out and kiss me, pressing me to your heart, and you say to yourself,

Many of them fly, and a great number are cut to pieces.

"I don't know what I should do if I hadn't my boy to escort me."

Then I spur my horse for a wild gallop, and my sword and buckler clash against each other.

I know you are thinking, sitting all by yourself, that your boy must be dead by this time.

I shout, "Have a care! you villains! One step more and you are dead men."

I say, "Mother, just you watch me."

But I come to you all stained with blood, and say, "Mother, the fight is over now."

You clutch my hand and say, "Dear boy, for heaven's sake, keep away from them."

They give another terrible yell and rush forward.

My brother would say, "Is it possible? I always thought he was so delicate!"

With long sticks in their hands and hair all wild about their heads, they come nearer and nearer.