Thursday 27 December 2012

GB-6 HILAWI


The Fable

BY RITU LALIT, author



It was war time; the earth was in turmoil.  The air smelt of sulphur fumes.  Strange vile- coloured smoke billowed up to the sky.  It was a long time ago, the earth was young, and there were as yet no gods or demons – no devataas or daanavas.  The two warring armies were equally matched.  Some called them forces of light and dark, to others they were creative and destructive forces.  No side had won conclusively, and powers and names had not been acquired or assimilated.  An uneasy armistice prevailed.  It was whispered that the warriors were churning the ocean, using a huge turtle as base and a mountain as pivot. 

No one wanted to go near the beach, but the fourteen-year-old girl had no option.  She was a slave, and had been ordered to get turtle eggs and scorpion claw for her mistress, a renowned medicine woman.  She approached the beach, terrified for her safety and the life of her baby.  The sound of the giant churners was deafening, and no one noticed as she got closer. 

The girl hid behind some upright stones, and watched the scene wide-eyed.  It was true; these strange people were using what looked like a serpent to churn Tethys Ocean!  She crept closer, inching bit by bit to hide near a small boat tied nearby, and watched.  She shook her head decisively and murmured to the baby strapped on her back, “No, it can’t be a serpent.  They would have torn it apart if it were a serpent.  It’s just some thick rope made of something stronger than hemp.  Now don’t make a sound.”

She sat down in the sand to watch, slipping a piece of cotton dipped in honey into the mouth of her son to keep him quiet and gazed at the frantic activity.  The dull sound of stone grinding and the panting gasps of the warriors churning the waters drowned out any other sound.  The sound of grinding intensified in a few minutes to a deafening roar.  There was a flash of unnatural lightning as the waters churned harder.  A man arose in the choppy waves and he looked as though he was riding on a monstrously huge turtle.  The girl’s eyes widened.  She vaguely registered that the man on the waves was carrying something in his hands, but she could not get her eyes off the turtle.  Her baby stirred and she hushed it. 

There was a grinding crash as the mountain broke into bits, the trees rooted on it falling on each other and bursting into flames.  The waters turned murky; there was debris and the carcasses of animals floating on it.  The smoke darkened the sky, the mood of the warriors turned angry.  The uneasy truce broke.  She looked around for a safe way to retreat from what seemed to be turning into a war zone but could not.  There were skirmishes all around the shore.

She panicked, and wanted to flee, even endure another whipping from her mistress for not doing her bidding.  Just then, she saw a richly-dressed dark man run, chased by two taller and fairer men.  One of the pursuers threw a shiny disc-shaped weapon that decapitated the dark man.  She cowered, unable to tear her eyes off the head rolling in the sand and the blood.  All around her she could hear the ominous sound of metal against metal.  Trembling, she climbed into the boat, covering her baby and herself with her robes.  She lay there, still as a corpse, hoping that she would escape notice and live through the fight.

All around there were cries of pain, yells of blood lust, the groans and shrieks of the mortally wounded.  Her senses were assaulted by the sounds of metal clashing, the sickening crunch of bones being broken, the smell of burnt flesh, blood and dead things.  She desperately put her baby to her breast and willed it to keep quiet.   The fight was coming closer to her hiding place.

Creeping closer to the rope that was holding the boat in place, she took out a small knife from her pocket and cut the boat free with trembling hands.  The Tethys Ocean had just endured a lot of churning.  The currents were strong.  The boat got whipped by the peripheral current and bore the girl and her infant son far away from the place of her birth and her slave mistress.

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