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implored the moneylender, grasping the leader’s feet with both his hands.
‘Where are the keys of your safe?’ repeated the leader. He knocked the

moneylender sprawling on the floor. Ram Lal sat up, shaking with fear.
He produced a wad of notes from his pocket. ‘Take these,’ he said,
distributing the money to the five men. ‘It is all I have in the house. All is yours.’

‘Where are the keys of your safe?’
‘There is nothing left in the safe; only my account books. I have given you all
I have. All I have is yours. In the name of the Guru, let me be.’ Ram Lal clasped

the leader’s legs above the knees and began to sob. ‘In the name of the Guru! In
the name of the Guru!’
One of the men tore the moneylender away from the leader and hit him full in

the face with the butt of his gun.
‘Hai!’ yelled Ram Lal at the top of his voice, and spat out blood.
The women in the courtyard heard the cry and started shrieking, ‘Dakoo!

Dakoo!’
The dogs barked all round. But not a villager stirred from his house.

On the roof of his house, the moneylender was beaten with butts of guns and
spear handles and kicked and punched. He sat on his haunches, crying and
spitting blood. Two of his teeth were smashed. But he would not hand over the
keys of his safe. In sheer exasperation, one of the men lunged at the crouching

figure with his spear. Ram Lal uttered a loud yell and collapsed on the floor with
blood spurting from his belly. The men came out. One of them fired two shots in

the air. Women stopped wailing. Dogs stopped barking. The village was
silenced.
The dacoits jumped off the roof to the lane below. They yelled defiance to the
world as they went out towards the river.

‘Come!’ they yelled. ‘Come out, if you have the courage! Come out, if you
want your mothers and sisters raped! Come out, brave men!’

No one answered them. There was not a sound in Mano Majra. The men
continued along the lane, shouting and laughing, until they came to a small hut
on the edge of the village. The leader halted and motioned to one of the

spearmen.
‘This is the house of the great Jugga,’ he said. ‘Do not forget our gift. Give
him his bangles.’

The spearman dug a package from his clothes and tossed it over the wall.
There was a muffled sound of breaking glass in the courtyard.