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So strange.
So perfect.
And the
demon Jara
glued them together
into one boy. Whole, but
monstrous and thwart.
As you say, A boy who belonged
memsaab. nowhere--
As the
memsaab
wishes.
Pay her
no heed.
Why,
mother? Why
does everyone
tell me that
story?
Why does
everyone talk to
me about demons
all the time?
Was--was
my father a
demon?
Did
Malabai
say that to
you? She
said it once. And
some of the servants’
children call me
Raksha-spawn.
They spit
on the ground
after I’ve
passed.
You
shouldn’t have
to listen to talk like
that. You shouldn’t
suffer for
my--
--for stupid
superstitions.
I have
a friend in
the British Army.
I’ll ask him to
help us.
The lad
I talked about,
Captain Soames.
Vimal Dhatri. Throw
him in with your Knock
Bandar-log, some of the
eh? rough edges
off him.
Certainly,
Colonel Cathcart.
We’ll make sure
he feels--at
home.
Gentlemen,
meet Vimal Dhatri,
the latest addition
to our little
menagerie.
But sir,
he’s a native,
sir!
How
perspicacious
of you, Williams. I
would never have
noticed.
Sir, is he to
share a dorm Not For now,
with us? Of course there, boy. you will sit on
he is. if that You haven’t the floor.
distresses you, feel earned yourself
free to make your a chair yet.
complaints directly
to Colonel
Cathcart.
Dhatri,
you may
sit.
Don’t mix
with your betters,
Jungle Boy.
We’ll teach
you your place, if
Colonel Cathcart
won’t.
Your mission is
two-fold. To bring
civilization to this
country--
--and to
maintain civilization
in yourselves,
so far from
home.
“I come
not to bring
peace, but a sword,”
Christ said.
Wake
For the up, ape!
true believer--the
pilgrim--must walk it’s
through blood and back to the
fire to reach his jungle for
goals. you.
Salter,
I see you
fidgeting at
the back.
But Sir,
Dhatri has an unfair
So to advantage. He’s as black
start the as a nigger. if he hides
wilderness games, in the shadows, he’ll
we’ll have an exercise disappear!
in camouflage
and using the
ground.
At my
signal, you will
all hide, and I’ll
come looking
for you.
Thank you,
Bingham. Yes, Dhatri
will be given a fair
handicap, of course.
He’ll be carrying
this.
And he’ll
be wearing
this.
...huff...
H--Hello?
is someone
there?
Amusing.
Ludicrous.
Futile.
Hhhhhuman
child.
Full
of red juice
and brittle
bones.
Wh--where
are you?
Come out!
I’m
here, little
morsel.
Little
playmate.
Little
toy.
I’m at
your side.
And
everywhere
else.
--before
I feast on your
heart?
Are you--
--are you a
friend of my
father’s?
Dhatri!
Where are
you, boy? Show
yourself!
There was
a creature!
I ran from
it, and I--
Got him,
sir.
Go
to, sir. We’ll
hold him.
No! No!
Don’t kill me!
Don’t--
Shhh!
Soft you
now, little
boy.
I had my
chance to kill you
out in the jungle,
but I stayed my
hand. The pale
ones. The ones
Tell
who beat you.
me about the
What are
others.
they?
When I
went to sleep,
there were no such
walking worms
upon the
Earth.
The--the
others?
Of course!
Why? Don’t
you?
I am Jara ,
of the Rakshas.
immortal. Spawned
from the feet
of Rahu.
Before the
sea spewed up the
land, I was. And when
the land melts back
again into salt tears,
I will endure.
But--it is
colder here now
than it was. The walking
worms have bound the
land with iron, and
words of power.
Even
the air tastes
different.
To belong?
Hah. Let me know
when that project
fails, golden
boy. For a while
at least, my offer
stands.