They had come for the judges hunting rifles.
Despite their mission and their clothes, they were unconvincing. The oldest of them looked under twenty, and at one yelp from Mutt, they screamed like a bunch of schoolgirls, retreated down the steps to cower behind the bushes blurred by mist. Does she bite, Uncle? My God! shivering there in their camouflage.
Mutt began to do what she always did when she met strangers: she turned a furiously wagging bottom to the intruders and looked around from behind, smiling, conveying both shyness and hope.
Hating to see her degrade herself thus, the judge reached for her, whereupon she buried her nose in his arms.
The boys came back up the steps, embarrassed, and the judge became conscious of the fact that this embarrassment was dangerous for had the boys projected unwavering confidence, they might have been less inclined to flex their muscles.
The one with the rifle said something the judge could not understand.
No Nepali? he spat, his lips sneering to show what he thought of that, but he continued in Hindi. Guns?
We have no guns here.
You must be misinformed.
Never mind with all this nakhra. Get them.
I order you, said the judge, to leave my property at once. Bring the weapons.
I will call the police.
This was a ridiculous threat as there was no telephone.
They laughed a movie laugh, and then, also as if in a movie, the boy with the rifle pointed his gun at Mutt. Go on, get them, or we will kill the dog first and you second, cook third, ladies last, he said, smiling at Sai.
Ill get them, she said in terror and overturned the tea tray as she went.
The judge sat with Mutt in his lap. The guns dated from his days in the Indian Civil Service. A BSA five-shot barrel pump gun, a .30 Springfield rifle, and a double-barreled rifle, Holland & Holland. They werent even locked away: they were mounted at the end of the hall above a dusty row of painted green and brown duck decoys.
Chtch, all rusted. Why dont you take care of them? But they were pleased and their bravado bloomed. We will join you for tea.
Tea? asked Sai in numb terror.
Tea and snacks. Is this how you treat guests? Sending us back out into the cold with nothing to warm us up. They looked at one another, at her, looked up, down, and winked.
She felt intensely, fearfully female.
Of course, all the boys were familiar with movie scenes where hero and heroine, befeathered in cosy winterwear, drank tea served in silver tea sets by polished servants. Then the mist would roll in, just as it did in reality, and they sang and danced, playing peekaboo in a nice resort hotel. This was classic cinema set in Kulu-Manali or, in preterrorist days, Kashmir, before gunmen came bounding out of the mist and a new kind of film had to be made.
The cook was hiding under the dining table and they dragged him out.
Ai aaa, ai aaa, he joined his palms together, begging them, please, Im a poor man, please. He held up his arms and cringed as if from an expected blow.
He hasnt done anything, leave him, said Sai, hating to see him humiliated, hating even more to see that the only path open to him was to humiliate himself further.
Please living only to see my son please dont kill me please Im a poor man spare me.
His lines had been honed over centuries, passed down through generations, for poor people needed certain lines; the script was always the same, and they had no option but to beg for mercy. The cook knew instinctively how to cry.
Copyright © 2006 by Kiran Desai. Reprinted with permission from Grove Atlantic, Inc. All rights reserved.
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