The Secret of the Nagas
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Sati again moved forward, her sword forcing the Naga back. Reaching behind with her left hand, she pulled out a knife and threw it. The Naga bent his head at the exact moment, letting the knife sail harmlessly into the wall. Shiva and Sati were yet to get a single strike on the Naga, but he was progressively being forced to retreat. It was a matter of time before he would be pinned against the wall.
By the Holy Lake, I finally have him.
And then, the Naga swung ferociously with his left hand. The sword was too short to reach Shiva and it appeared to be a wasted manoeuvre. Shiva pushed forward, confident he would strike the Naga on his torso. But the Naga swung back, this time his thumb pressing a lever on the pivot of the short sword. One of the twin blades suddenly extended beyond the length of the other, doubling the reach of the sword. The blade cut Shiva on his shoulder. Its poisoned edge sent a jolt of electricity through his body, immobilising him.
‘Shiva!’ screamed Sati, as she swung down on the sword in the Naga’s right hand, hoping to knock the blade out. Moments before the impact, the Naga dropped his long sword, causing Sati to lurch, her sword slipping out of her hand as she struggled to regain her balance.
‘No!’ screamed Shiva, helpless on his back, unable to move.
He had noticed what Sati had forgotten. The knife Sati had flung at the Naga, when he had been discovered hiding behind a tree at the Ramjanmabhoomi temple, was tied to his right hand. The Naga swiped with his right hand at the falling Sati’s abdomen. Sati realised her mistake too late.
But the Naga pulled his hand back at the last moment. What would have been a lethal blow turned into a surface wound, running a trickle of blood. The Naga jabbed Sati hard with his left elbow, breaking her nose and knocking her down.
With both his enemies immobilised, the Naga quickly flicked his long sword up with his right foot. He swung both his weapons into their scabbards, eyes still on Shiva and Sati. The Naga then jumped high, holding the top of the wall behind him with his hands.
‘Sati!’ screamed Shiva, rushing towards his wife as the poison released its stranglehold.
Sati was clutching her abdomen. The Naga frowned, for the wound was just a surface nick. Then his eyes flashed wide.
She is carrying a baby.
The Naga crunched his immense stomach, pulling his legs up in one smooth motion, soaring over the wall.
‘Press tight!’ shouted Shiva, expecting a deep gash.
Shiva breathed easy when he realised that it was a minor wound, though the blood loss and the knock on Sati’s nose was causing him worry.
Sati looked up, blood running down her nose and her eyes ablaze with fury. She picked up her sword and growled, ‘Get him!’
Shiva turned around, picking up his sword and pushing it into his scabbard as he reached the wall. He clambered quickly over. Sati tried to follow. Shiva landed on the other side on a crowded street. He saw the Naga at a far distance, still running hard.
Shiva started sprinting after the Naga. But he knew the battle was already lost. He was too far behind. He now hated the Naga more than ever. The tormentor of his wife! The killer of his brother! And yet, deep inside, he marvelled at the sheer brilliance of the Naga’s martial skills.
The Naga was running towards a horse tied outside a shop. In an inconceivable movement, he leapt up high, his right hand stretched out. As the Naga landed smoothly on top of the horse, the knife in his right hand slickly cut the reins, freeing the tethered horse. The rearing of the startled horse had caused the reins to fly back. The Naga effortlessly caught them in his left hand. Instantly, he kicked the horse, whispering in the animal’s ear. The horse sprang swiftly to the Naga’s words, breaking into a gallop.
A man came hurtling out of the shop, screaming loudly, ‘Stop! Thief! That’s my horse!’
The Naga, hearing the commotion, reached into the folds of his robe and threw something back with tremendous force while continuing to gallop away. The force of the blow caused the horseman to stagger, falling flat on his back.
‘By the Holy Lake!’ shouted Shiva, sprinting towards what he thought was a grievously injured man.
As he reached the horseman, he was surprised to see him get up slowly, rubbing his chest in pain, cursing loudly, ‘May the fleas of a thousand dogs infest that bastard’s armpits!’
‘Are you all right?’ asked Shiva, as he examined the man’s chest.
The horseman looked at Shiva, scared into silence at seeing his blood–streaked body.
Shiva bent down to pick up the object that the Naga had thrown at the horseman. It was a pouch, made of the most glorious silk he had ever seen. Shiva opened the pouch tentatively, expecting a trap, but it contained coins. He pulled one out, surprised to see that it was made of gold. There were at least fifty coins. He turned in the direction that the Naga had ridden.
What kind of a demon is he? He steals the horse and then leaves enough gold to buy five more!
‘Gold!’ whispered the horseman softly as he snatched the pouch from Shiva. ‘It’s mine!’
Shiva didn’t look up, still holding one coin, examining its markings. ‘I need one.’
The horseman spoke gingerly, for he did not want to battle a man as powerful-looking as Shiva, ‘But...’
Shiva snorted in disgust. He pulled out two gold coins from his own pouch and gave it to the horseman, who, thanking his stars for a truly lucky day, quickly escaped.
Shiva turned back and saw Sati resting against the wall, holding her head up, pressing her nose hard. He walked up to her.
‘Are you all right?’
Sati nodded in response, dried blood smeared on her face. ‘Yes. Your shoulder? It looks bad.’
‘It looks worse than it feels. I’m fine. Don’t worry.’
Sati looked in the direction that the Naga had ridden off. ‘What did he throw at the horseman?’
‘A pouch full of this,’ said Shiva as he showed the coin to Sati.
‘He threw gold coins?!’
Shiva nodded.
Sati frowned and shook her head. She took a closer look at the coin. It had the face of a strange man with a crown on his head. Strange, because unlike a Naga, he had no deformity.
‘He looks like a king of some kind,’ said Sati, wiping some blood off her mouth.
‘But look at these odd markings,’ said Shiva as he flipped the coin.
It had a small symbol of a horizontal crescent moon. But the bizarre part was the network of lines running across the coin. Two crooked lines joined in the middle in the shape of an irregular cone and then they broke up into a spidery network.
‘I can understand the moon. But what do these lines symbolise?’ asked Sati.
‘I don’t know,’ admitted Shiva. But he did know one thing clearly. His gut instinct was unambiguous.
Find the Nagas. They are your path to discovering evil. Find the Nagas.
Sati could almost read her husband’s mind. ‘Let’s get the distractions out of the way then?’
Shiva nodded at her. ‘But first, let’s get you to Ayurvati.’
‘You need her more,’ said Sati.
‘You have nothing to do with our fight?’ asked a startled Daksha. ‘I don’t understand, My Lord. You led us to our greatest victory. Now we have to finish the job. The evil Chandravanshi way of life has to end and these people have to be brought to our pure Suryavanshi ways.’
By the Holy Lake, I finally have him.
And then, the Naga swung ferociously with his left hand. The sword was too short to reach Shiva and it appeared to be a wasted manoeuvre. Shiva pushed forward, confident he would strike the Naga on his torso. But the Naga swung back, this time his thumb pressing a lever on the pivot of the short sword. One of the twin blades suddenly extended beyond the length of the other, doubling the reach of the sword. The blade cut Shiva on his shoulder. Its poisoned edge sent a jolt of electricity through his body, immobilising him.
‘Shiva!’ screamed Sati, as she swung down on the sword in the Naga’s right hand, hoping to knock the blade out. Moments before the impact, the Naga dropped his long sword, causing Sati to lurch, her sword slipping out of her hand as she struggled to regain her balance.
‘No!’ screamed Shiva, helpless on his back, unable to move.
He had noticed what Sati had forgotten. The knife Sati had flung at the Naga, when he had been discovered hiding behind a tree at the Ramjanmabhoomi temple, was tied to his right hand. The Naga swiped with his right hand at the falling Sati’s abdomen. Sati realised her mistake too late.
But the Naga pulled his hand back at the last moment. What would have been a lethal blow turned into a surface wound, running a trickle of blood. The Naga jabbed Sati hard with his left elbow, breaking her nose and knocking her down.
With both his enemies immobilised, the Naga quickly flicked his long sword up with his right foot. He swung both his weapons into their scabbards, eyes still on Shiva and Sati. The Naga then jumped high, holding the top of the wall behind him with his hands.
‘Sati!’ screamed Shiva, rushing towards his wife as the poison released its stranglehold.
Sati was clutching her abdomen. The Naga frowned, for the wound was just a surface nick. Then his eyes flashed wide.
She is carrying a baby.
The Naga crunched his immense stomach, pulling his legs up in one smooth motion, soaring over the wall.
‘Press tight!’ shouted Shiva, expecting a deep gash.
Shiva breathed easy when he realised that it was a minor wound, though the blood loss and the knock on Sati’s nose was causing him worry.
Sati looked up, blood running down her nose and her eyes ablaze with fury. She picked up her sword and growled, ‘Get him!’
Shiva turned around, picking up his sword and pushing it into his scabbard as he reached the wall. He clambered quickly over. Sati tried to follow. Shiva landed on the other side on a crowded street. He saw the Naga at a far distance, still running hard.
Shiva started sprinting after the Naga. But he knew the battle was already lost. He was too far behind. He now hated the Naga more than ever. The tormentor of his wife! The killer of his brother! And yet, deep inside, he marvelled at the sheer brilliance of the Naga’s martial skills.
The Naga was running towards a horse tied outside a shop. In an inconceivable movement, he leapt up high, his right hand stretched out. As the Naga landed smoothly on top of the horse, the knife in his right hand slickly cut the reins, freeing the tethered horse. The rearing of the startled horse had caused the reins to fly back. The Naga effortlessly caught them in his left hand. Instantly, he kicked the horse, whispering in the animal’s ear. The horse sprang swiftly to the Naga’s words, breaking into a gallop.
A man came hurtling out of the shop, screaming loudly, ‘Stop! Thief! That’s my horse!’
The Naga, hearing the commotion, reached into the folds of his robe and threw something back with tremendous force while continuing to gallop away. The force of the blow caused the horseman to stagger, falling flat on his back.
‘By the Holy Lake!’ shouted Shiva, sprinting towards what he thought was a grievously injured man.
As he reached the horseman, he was surprised to see him get up slowly, rubbing his chest in pain, cursing loudly, ‘May the fleas of a thousand dogs infest that bastard’s armpits!’
‘Are you all right?’ asked Shiva, as he examined the man’s chest.
The horseman looked at Shiva, scared into silence at seeing his blood–streaked body.
Shiva bent down to pick up the object that the Naga had thrown at the horseman. It was a pouch, made of the most glorious silk he had ever seen. Shiva opened the pouch tentatively, expecting a trap, but it contained coins. He pulled one out, surprised to see that it was made of gold. There were at least fifty coins. He turned in the direction that the Naga had ridden.
What kind of a demon is he? He steals the horse and then leaves enough gold to buy five more!
‘Gold!’ whispered the horseman softly as he snatched the pouch from Shiva. ‘It’s mine!’
Shiva didn’t look up, still holding one coin, examining its markings. ‘I need one.’
The horseman spoke gingerly, for he did not want to battle a man as powerful-looking as Shiva, ‘But...’
Shiva snorted in disgust. He pulled out two gold coins from his own pouch and gave it to the horseman, who, thanking his stars for a truly lucky day, quickly escaped.
Shiva turned back and saw Sati resting against the wall, holding her head up, pressing her nose hard. He walked up to her.
‘Are you all right?’
Sati nodded in response, dried blood smeared on her face. ‘Yes. Your shoulder? It looks bad.’
‘It looks worse than it feels. I’m fine. Don’t worry.’
Sati looked in the direction that the Naga had ridden off. ‘What did he throw at the horseman?’
‘A pouch full of this,’ said Shiva as he showed the coin to Sati.
‘He threw gold coins?!’
Shiva nodded.
Sati frowned and shook her head. She took a closer look at the coin. It had the face of a strange man with a crown on his head. Strange, because unlike a Naga, he had no deformity.
‘He looks like a king of some kind,’ said Sati, wiping some blood off her mouth.
‘But look at these odd markings,’ said Shiva as he flipped the coin.
It had a small symbol of a horizontal crescent moon. But the bizarre part was the network of lines running across the coin. Two crooked lines joined in the middle in the shape of an irregular cone and then they broke up into a spidery network.
‘I can understand the moon. But what do these lines symbolise?’ asked Sati.
‘I don’t know,’ admitted Shiva. But he did know one thing clearly. His gut instinct was unambiguous.
Find the Nagas. They are your path to discovering evil. Find the Nagas.
Sati could almost read her husband’s mind. ‘Let’s get the distractions out of the way then?’
Shiva nodded at her. ‘But first, let’s get you to Ayurvati.’
‘You need her more,’ said Sati.
‘You have nothing to do with our fight?’ asked a startled Daksha. ‘I don’t understand, My Lord. You led us to our greatest victory. Now we have to finish the job. The evil Chandravanshi way of life has to end and these people have to be brought to our pure Suryavanshi ways.’
