"Sir! The doctor is very much alive!"
"But in a short time he will be dead."
I was shocked. "Sir, this will be a terrible blow to his son. Santosh
yet hopes for time to change his father's materialistic views. I
beseech you, Master, to help the man."
"Very well; for your sake." My guru's face was impassive. "The
proud horse doctor is far gone in diabetes, although he does not
know it. In fifteen days he will take to his bed. The physicians
will give him up for lost; his natural time to leave this earth is
six weeks from today. Due to your intercession, however, on that
date he will recover. But there is one condition. You must get
him to wear an astrological bangle; he will doubtless object as
violently as one of his horses before an operation!" Master chuckled.
After a silence, during which I wondered how Santosh and I could
best employ the arts of cajolery on the recalcitrant doctor, Sri
Yukteswar made further disclosures.
"As soon as the man gets well, advise him not to eat meat. He will
not heed this counsel, however, and in six months, just as he is
feeling at his best, he will drop dead. Even that six-month extension
of life is granted him only because of your plea."
The following day I suggested to Santosh that he order an armlet
at the jeweler's. It was ready in a week, but Dr. Roy refused to
put it on.
"I am in the best of health. You will never impress me with these
astrological superstitions.
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