'Won't they mind our being here?' Sriram asked. 'They seem to be talking over important things.'

'But Bapu has asked me to wait here for him and take a chance. I'll peep in at the right moment and show my face at the window. He will call me in, or he may come out for a moment.'

'I tremble at the thought of his coming out!' Sriram confided to her.

'This is the only way we can have a word with Bapu. He is always busy and surrounded by people.'

'He is looking somewhat weak,' Sriram ventured, peeping through the window for a moment.

'Yes, his last fast has completely fatigued him. Sometimes, he lay there without moving, unconscious.' She stopped talking as a couple of girls passed. Someone with a shorthand notebook and pencil hurried off. A liveried government-house servant went in bearing a glass of water.

Seeing all this, Sriram wanted to postpone his meeting with Gandhi. 'Should we disturb him today? He may not be free.'

'He is always busy. This is the way. He has told me to wait for him and meet him today. I just told him that you were here and he said, "Bring him along today." "Sometime tomorrow, Bapuji, you are busy today," I said, knowing that he was going to have important conferences with the Prime Minister and others. "I mean today," he emphasized. He even indicated the spot where we should wait. He said when he had a moment to spare he would see us.'

'I know you are waiting there, come in, come in with your friend,' came Mahatmaji's voice. 'You may come now, all the dreadfully serious business in life is over. Come, come my daughter.'

'That is Bapu,' said Bharati, clutching Sriram's hand and leading him. His heart palpitated. Just before stepping into the room, she whispered, 'Be natural and truthful. And tell him about the marriage.'

'Yes, yes,' Sriram gulped. They stepped in.

The Mahatma was seated on the floor. He looked up from a paper. Bharati brought her palms together and saluted. Sriram said, Namaste, Oh, Revered Master!' The Mahatma returned their salutations with a smile. He indicated a place near him and said, 'Come and be seated here. I have postponed meeting you too long. Now tell me about yourself. Bharati, I hope your children are flourishing: you are a mother to thirty already, what a blessing!'

'Yes, Bapu,' she said. 'They are all fine. There was a little one who was down with a cold, that little girl whom you named Anar.'

'Oh, yes, I remember her, you know what Anar means, pomegranate bud; what a beauty! God reveals himself to us in the shape of children. I have collected a lot of fruit today, you know the fuss people make when I fast: they always seem to think that it must always be followed by a feast! Well, I have kept them for you: take them to the little ones and let them enjoy the feast.' He indicated in a corner a heap of bright oranges and apples.

'Yes, Bapu.'

'And don't forget to take them the flowers too.' The Mahatma now turned to Sriram: 'Now tell me about yourself Sriram hesitated for a moment. 'What have you been doing in your part of the world?'

'They kept me in prison till a week ago,' he said.

'Why didn't they release you earlier?' Gandhi said.

'I was awarded an ordinary sentence,' he replied, putting into it all the poignancy he felt at the thought.

'That's very good. What did you do?'

Sriram hesitated for a moment and remembered Bharati's injunction to be truthful. He said, 'For some time I preached "Quit India", but later I was overturning trains and '

Mahatmaji looked grave. 'You have done many wrong things. It's no comfort to think that worse things have happened since.'

'Bharati went away to gaol, and there was no one who could tell me what to do: no one who could show me the right way.'

'That is an excellent confession,' Mahatmaji said with a smile. 'Yes, the mistake was hers in leaving you behind.'

'No,' said Sriram: 'The mistake was mine. I refused to go with her to the gaol, when she told me about it.'

'Indeed, is that so, Bharati?'

'Yes, Bapu, he said he was '

'Very well, when all this stress is over, you will tell me in detail all you have done as a political worker, and we will decide what we should do.' He laughed. 'We will hear if there has been anything so serious as to warrant my going on a fast again. Do you know how well a fast can purify?'

'I will fast if you order me to,' Sriram said.

'I hope you have done nothing to warrant it. We will go into the question later.'

'If it is decided, I'll be prepared to go through a fast myself,' Bharati added, her face all flushed and red.

'You!' said Mahatmaji, 'for your friend!'

At this point, at the farthest end of the hall someone was moving. The Mahatma said: 'There is my conscience-keeper dangling a watch, telling me it is time to get up.' He held up five fingers and said, 'Give us five minutes more.' He turned to his visitors: 'I'm sorry I have to leave you in five minutes. Already people must have assembled on the prayer ground. Don't you hear their voices?' Sriram was seized with anxiety at the thought of time running out. Every minute counted. Already, even as he was thinking he was losing precious moments. Only three and a half minutes more. He must speak before the watch was dangled again. He threw a side-glance at Bharati in the hope that she might at least seize the precious hour. But she turned on him what seemed to him a look of silent appeal. The Mahatma kept looking at them with an amused look. Sriram suddenly heard himself saying, 'We are waiting for your blessed permission to marry.'

Mahatmaji looked from one to the other with joy. 'Do you like each other so much?'

Sriram burst out, 'I've waited for five years thinking of nothing else.'

'What about you, Bharati, you are saying nothing.'

Bharati bowed her head and flushed and fidgeted.

'Ah, that is a sign of a dutiful bride,' said the Mahatma and asked, 'Does this silence mean yes?' Sriram looked at her with bated breath. Mahatmaji observed her for a moment and said, 'She'd be a very unbecoming bride, who spoke her mind aloud! Good, good, God bless you. When is the happy occasion, tomorrow?'

'Yes, if you bless us so.'

'Very well. Tomorrow morning, the first thing I do will be that. I will be your priest, if you don't mind. I've been a very neglectful father; I'll come and present the bride. Tomorrow, the very first thing; other engagements only after that. I already have here all the fruits and flowers ready, and so after all you can't say I have been very neglectful.'

When the man with the watch appeared again, the Mahatma said, 'I'm ready for you.' He rose to his feet. Sriram and Bharati also got up. The Mahatma said, 'You have already a home with thirty children. May you be their father and mother!' He went into an ante-chamber and came out after a minute. Bharati waited at the door for him. He passed her with his eyes on the floor. Bharati followed him out with Sriram trailing behind her.

Mahatmaji suddenly stopped, turned round and said: 'Bharati, I have a feeling that I may not attend your wedding tomorrow morning.'

'Why? Why, Bapu?' she asked.

'I don't know.' His voice trailed away: 'I seem to have been too rash in promising to officiate as your priest.'

'Bapu, without you '

'Tut, tut,' said Gandhi. 'You don't have to say all that. I want to be there very much, but I don't know. If God wills it I shall come. Otherwise, know my blessing is always on you both. Anyway you are not to put off your marriage for any reason, remember,' he said, with a new command in his voice, and Bharati replied, 'Yes, Bapu.'

The Mahatma patted her back, threw a smile at Sriram, and hurried down the passage. He walked leaning on the shoulder of his granddaughter. Sriram and Bharati followed, their heads full of their plans. Mahatmaji took out his watch and said, 'I hate to be late ...'

As they stepped on to the lawn, Bharati said to Sriram, 'Let us attend the prayer today. There is a place for two of us.' They stepped aside.

As the Mahatmaji approached the dais, the entire assembly got up. At this moment a man pushed himself ahead of the assembly, brushing against Bharati, and Sriram cried petulantly, 'Why do you push like that?' Unheeding, the man went forward.

'I'm sorry to be late today,' murmured the Mahatma. The man stood before the Mahatma and brought his palms together in a reverential salute. Mahatma Gandhi returned it. The man tried to step forward again. Mahatmaji's granddaughter said, 'Take your seat,' and tried to push him into line. The man nearly knocked the girl down, and took a revolver out of his pocket. As the Mahatma was about to step on the dais, the man took aim and fired. Two more shots rang out. The Mahatma fell on the dais. He was dead in a few seconds.

A GLOSSARY OF INDIAN TERMS.

Ahimsa. Hindu ethical idea advocating non-injury or kindness to other creatures.

Badam halwa. A sweet made of almonds, sugar and ghee.

Beeda. Betel leaf, folded and ready for eating.

Beedi. Popular Indian cigarette, with the tobacco wrapped in a leaf.

Bhai. Brother.

Bhajan. Collective prayer at which devotional songs are sung.

Bharfi. A sweet made of sugar and milk.

Bonda. A fried, hot food.

Chalak. Captain of a volunteer corps.

Chappati. Pancake made of wheat flour.

Charka. Spinning wheel.

Deepavali. Popular Hindu festival at which fireworks and crackers are set off.

Devata. Celestial being, friendly to man.

Dhoti. Length of cloth worn round the body below the waist.

Dorai (literally 'King'). Common way of referring to Europeans.

Dosai. Pancake of rice and black-gram flour very popular in South India.

Gita. Usual way of referring to the Bhagavad-Gita.

Goonda. Hooligan.

Himsa. Cruelty.

Hindi. Language of a great part of North India and the official language of the Indian Republic.

Idli. Popular steamed cake of South India.

-ji. Honorific suffix to names like Gandhiji, Mahatmaji.

Jiba. Shirt-like Indian garment.

Jilebi. Popular sweet of North India.

Karma. Hindu theological idea meaning desert or destiny. One's actions continue to have their effects in another incarnation.

Khadar or Khadi Hand-spun cloth popularized by Mahatma Gandhi.

Khara sev. Fried savoury.

-ki jai. Victory to Lavani. Bardic song.

Mahatma. Great Soul. This was what the people of India called Gandhi.

Mantra. Sacred verse, chanted on certain occasions.

Mull. Thin translucent cloth much liked by Indians as clothing.

Namaste. Word uttered while greeting another with folded palms.

Peepul tree. Ficus religiosa, considered sacred by the Hindus.

Pooja. Worship.

Pulav. Famed Islamic dish of rice and meat.

Pyol. Elevated and roofed veranda in front of a house.

Raghupati Raghava, etc. Devotional couplet mentioning the name and attributes of Rama.

Ramayana. Hindu epic, narrating the adventures of Rama.

Ram Dhun or Chanting of the name of the Hindu avatar, Ram Nam Sri Rama.

Sadhu. Religious mendicant.

Sambhar. South Indian vegetable curry.

Sari. Hindu women's dress.

Sewak Sangh. Social Service Association.

Shastras. Scriptures.

Sircar. Government.

Swaraj. Home Rule.

Subedar. Revenue official of pre-British days. Also a non-commissioned officer in the Indian Army.