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The
murmur
soon
became
more
distinct
;
it
now
seemed
like
a
distant
concert
of
human
voices
accompanied
by
brass
instruments
.
Passepartout
was
all
eyes
and
ears
.
Mr.
Fogg
patiently
waited
without
a
word
.
The
Parsee
jumped
to
the
ground
,
fastened
the
elephant
to
a
tree
,
and
plunged
into
the
thicket
.
He
soon
returned
,
saying
:
"
A
procession
of
Brahmins
is
coming
this
way
.
We
must
prevent
their
seeing
us
,
if
possible
.
"
The
guide
unloosed
the
elephant
and
led
him
into
a
thicket
,
at
the
same
time
asking
the
travellers
not
to
stir
.
He
held
himself
ready
to
bestride
the
animal
at
a
moment
's
notice
,
should
flight
become
necessary
;
but
he
evidently
thought
that
the
procession
of
the
faithful
would
pass
without
perceiving
them
amid
the
thick
foliage
,
in
which
they
were
wholly
concealed
.
The
discordant
tones
of
the
voices
and
instruments
drew
nearer
,
and
now
droning
songs
mingled
with
the
sound
of
the
tambourines
and
cymbals
.
The
head
of
the
procession
soon
appeared
beneath
the
trees
,
a
hundred
paces
away
;
and
the
strange
figures
who
performed
the
religious
ceremony
were
easily
distinguished
through
the
branches
.
First
came
the
priests
,
with
mitres
on
their
heads
,
and
clothed
in
long
lace
robes
.
They
were
surrounded
by
men
,
women
,
and
children
,
who
sang
a
kind
of
lugubrious
psalm
,
interrupted
at
regular
intervals
by
the
tambourines
and
cymbals
;
while
behind
them
was
drawn
a
car
with
large
wheels
,
the
spokes
of
which
represented
serpents
entwined
with
each
other
.
Upon
the
car
,
which
was
drawn
by
four
richly
caparisoned
zebus
,
stood
a
hideous
statue
with
four
arms
,
the
body
coloured
a
dull
red
,
with
haggard
eyes
,
dishevelled
hair
,
protruding
tongue
,
and
lips
tinted
with
betel
.
It
stood
upright
upon
the
figure
of
a
prostrate
and
headless
giant
.
Sir
Francis
,
recognising
the
statue
,
whispered
,
"
The
goddess
Kali
;
the
goddess
of
love
and
death
.
"
"
Of
death
,
perhaps
,
"
muttered
back
Passepartout
,
"
but
of
love
--
that
ugly
old
hag
?
Never
!
"
The
Parsee
made
a
motion
to
keep
silence
.
A
group
of
old
fakirs
were
capering
and
making
a
wild
ado
round
the
statue
;
these
were
striped
with
ochre
,
and
covered
with
cuts
whence
their
blood
issued
drop
by
drop
--
stupid
fanatics
,
who
,
in
the
great
Indian
ceremonies
,
still
throw
themselves
under
the
wheels
of
Juggernaut
.
Some
Brahmins
,
clad
in
all
the
sumptuousness
of
Oriental
apparel
,
and
leading
a
woman
who
faltered
at
every
step
,
followed
.
This
woman
was
young
,
and
as
fair
as
a
European
.
Her
head
and
neck
,
shoulders
,
ears
,
arms
,
hands
,
and
toes
were
loaded
down
with
jewels
and
gems
with
bracelets
,
earrings
,
and
rings
;
while
a
tunic
bordered
with
gold
,
and
covered
with
a
light
muslin
robe
,
betrayed
the
outline
of
her
form
.
The
guards
who
followed
the
young
woman
presented
a
violent
contrast
to
her
,
armed
as
they
were
with
naked
sabres
hung
at
their
waists
,
and
long
damascened
pistols
,
and
bearing
a
corpse
on
a
palanquin
.
It
was
the
body
of
an
old
man
,
gorgeously
arrayed
in
the
habiliments
of
a
rajah
,
wearing
,
as
in
life
,
a
turban
embroidered
with
pearls
,
a
robe
of
tissue
of
silk
and
gold
,
a
scarf
of
cashmere
sewed
with
diamonds
,
and
the
magnificent
weapons
of
a
Hindoo
prince
.
