"A fine mess you have got me into! Our luncheon was only accidental
good fortune! How can we see the sights of this city, without a
single pice between us? And how on earth are you going to take me
back to Ananta's?"
"You forget God quickly, now that your stomach is filled." My words,
not bitter, were accusatory. How short is human memory for divine
favors! No man lives who has not seen certain of his prayers granted.
"I am not likely to forget my folly in venturing out with a madcap
like you!"
"Be quiet, Jitendra! The same Lord who fed us will show us Brindaban,
and return us to Agra."
A slight young man of pleasing countenance approached at rapid
pace. Halting under our tree, he bowed before me.
"Dear friend, you and your companion must be strangers here. Permit
me to be your host and guide."
It is scarcely possible for an Indian to pale, but Jitendra's face
was suddenly sickly. I politely declined the offer.
"You are surely not banishing me?" The stranger's alarm would have
been comic in any other circumstances.
"Why not?"
"You are my guru." His eyes sought mine trustfully. "During my
midday devotions, the blessed Lord Krishna appeared in a vision.
He showed me two forsaken figures under this very tree. One face
was yours, my master! Often have I seen it in meditation! What joy
if you accept my humble services!"
"I too am glad you have found me. Neither God nor man has forsaken
us!" Though I was motionless, smiling at the eager face before me,
an inward obeisance cast me at the Divine Feet.
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