Vedantic Tales : The Wayfarer

Buckshee laughed again.

Well, the Brahmacharya said, if we can't leave him tied up and if we can't let him go, what are we to do with him?

The words struck Buckshee like a blow. There was only one thing to do. He would have to take this bloodstained thug to his teacher! There was no choice but to drag along this black shadow of his own past, much as though that past were inextricably stuck to him, visible, repugnant, undeniable. The shame of it stabbed Buckshee to the heart.

The dacoit was glaring at him with hatred, and in his red and bulging eyes Buckshee saw raw fear that he, Buckshee, would retrieve one of the knives and kill him easily, quickly. He also saw in those hate filled eyes the fear of long jungle nights and godless days an unending, pervasive fear. With a sudden rush of compassion, he said, Come along, then. Just to see my, teacher may be the chance of a lifetime for you of many lifetimes. Just to see him! Come along. He gestured to the Brahmacharya to lead the way.

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