She opened her mouth to retort, but Machu stepped in before she could say anything. âLeave it be,â he said, dimpling at the women. âMy little friend here doesnât seem terribly impressed, but then we canât please everybody, can we?â He winked at Devi, and she found herself grinning foolishly at him. âAyy, Devanna,â Machu continued, âis your friend always such a tigress?â The tall girl began to protest, and he shook his head. âCome now. Enough. She is but a child.â
Devi froze in horror, the smile wiped from her face. Had he just called her a child? Still chuckling, Machu turned to leave, shepherding his entourage.
The tent was now silent except for the tortured creaking of the bamboo frame as the dead tiger swung slowly above their heads. Devi bit her lip, close to tears. Beside her, Devanna took a deep, deliberate breath. âDid your head suddenly turn inside out?â he asked. âWhy were you so rude?â
He had called her a child. She bent to pick up a jasmine bud that had fallen from the garland about Machuâs neck.
âDevi, I am talking to you. What madness got hold of you that you had to be so rude?â
Devi closed her palm about the bud and whirled upon the startled Devanna. âJust leave me alone! Why donât you go pester him instead, your newfound cousin and his group of clucking hens?â She rushed off, ignoring the hurt in Devannaâs eyes. âWhere is my father? I want to go home.â
She slept fitfully that night, Tayiâs breath whistling in her ears. She was withdrawn all through the journey the next day as well, unaware of the anxious glances from Tayi and the others. When the bullock cart finally turned into the courtyard of the Nachimanda house, to Muthavvaâs pleased surprise Devi flung herself silently into her arms.
âWhatâs this?â Muthavva murmured, kissing her daughterâs head. âMissed me, did you?â Devi said nothing, but burrowed her head deeper into Muthavvaâs neck.
As Muthavva tucked her into bed that night, Devi asked, âAvvaiah ⦠when will I get married?â
Muthavva flicked her daughterâs cheek affectionately. âWhy? Are you in such a hurry to leave your mother?â
âDonât make jokes, Avvaiah. How long before I have my own wedding?â
âWell, letâs see now. First, you have to be a good child and listen to your mother. And then when you come of age and are a graceful, well-mannered young woman, we will find you a boy from a good family and have a grand wedding for you, how is that?â
Devi shook her head impatiently. âAvvaiah, I am not a little girl. And I will marry only Machu anna.â
âWho?â Muthavva asked, bewildered.
âThe tiger killer ⦠Machu anna, Devannaâs cousin. I will marry him.â
Muthavva laughed. âCheh. What foolishness is this? Little girls shouldnât talk this way; it doesnât become them. Besides, if you call him anna, that makes him your brother, not your husband.â
âMark my words, Avvaiah. I will marry Machu.â
Muthavva gazed at her daughterâs face in the lamplight and felt a strange chill down her spine. She became brisk. âDonkey girl. Enough of this nonsense. Go to sleep.â
She tightened the amulet on Deviâs arm, trying to stay her sense of disquiet by checking and rechecking the knots. Finally satisfied that the amulet was securely fastened, Muthavva lowered the lamp and, kissing Deviâs forehead, left the room.
Behind her, Devi stared through the window into the clear, starlit night. Beneath the blanket, her fists were curled into little balls, her nails pressing into the skin. She thought again of the tiger wedding, and of the bridegroom.
âOnly him,â she repeated to herself. âI will marry only Machu.â
Chapter 6
1891
S unlight streamed through the open doors, pooling over