Scion Of Ikshvaku Part 14

You need to be awake to enjoy this,' hissed the executioner.

Kill ... me,' pleaded the convict. Please ... mercy...'

The executioner's face turned to stone. Roshni had helped deliver his baby girl four months back; all she had accepted in return was a meal in his humble abode. Did you have mercy on Lady Roshni, you son of a rabid dog?'

Sorry ... sorry ... please ... kill me.' The criminal burst into tears.

The executioner walked away nonchalantly.

After three hours of brutal, public torture, the executioner pulled out a small, sharp knife from a scabbard tied to his waist. He loosened the pillory hold on the first convict's right hand and pulled the arm farther out. He examined the wrist closely; he needed to pick the right artery, one that would not bleed out too quickly. He smiled as he found one.

Perfect,' said the executioner, as he brought his knife close and cut delicately, letting the blood spurt out in small bursts. The convict groaned in agony. Death was at least a painful couple of hours away. The executioner moved quickly, slitting the same artery on the wrists of the remaining criminals. The crowd roared and hurled obscenities each time the knife cut.

The executioner gestured to the crowd that he was done for the day, before stepping down from the platform. They began hurling missiles again, only to be interrupted periodically by an official who would check on the flow of blood. It took two-and-a half more hours for the last of the criminals to finally die, all having suffered a slow and painful death that would scar their soul for many rebirths.

As the criminals were declared dead, the crowd roared loudly: Glory to Lady Roshni!'

Manthara sat hunched on an elevated chair, close to the platform. Her eyes still blazed with hatred and fury. She had no doubt the executioner would have tortured the monsters of his own accord; her Roshni was so well loved. Notwithstanding that, she had paid him handsomely to not hold back on the brutality of the execution. She had barely blinked throughout the long and tortuous proceeding, keenly observing each twitch of pain that they had been made to suffer. It was over now, and yet, there was no sense of release, no satisfaction. Her heart had turned to stone.

She clutched an urn close to her chest as she sat. It contained her Roshni's ashes. She looked down as a tear slipped from one eye. It fell on the urn. I promise you my child, even the last one will be made to pay for what he did to you. Dhenuka too will face the wrath of justice.'

Chapter 14.

This is barbaric,' said Ram. It is against everything Roshni stood for.'

Ram and Vashishta were in the prince's private office.

Why is it barbaric?' asked Vashishta. Do you think the rapists should not have been killed?'

They should have been executed. That is the law. But the way it was done ... at least judges should not give in to anger. It was savage, violent and inhumane.'

Really? Is there such a thing as humane killing?'

Are you justifying this behaviour, Guruji?'

Tell me, will rapists and murderers be terrified of breaking the law now?'

Ram was forced to concede. Yes...'

Then, the punishment has served its purpose.'

But Roshni wouldn't have...'

There is a school of thought which states that brute force can only be met with equal brute force. One fights fire with fire, Ram.'

But Roshni would have said that an eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.'

There is virtue in non-violence, no doubt, but only when you're not living in the Age of Kshatriya, of violence. If in the Age of Kshatriya, you are among the very few who believe that "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind", while everyone else believes otherwise, then you will be the one who is blinded. Universal principles too need to adjust themselves to a changing universe.'

Ram shook his head. Sometimes I wonder if my people are even worth fighting for.'

A real leader doesn't choose to lead only the deserving. He will, instead, inspire his people into becoming the best that they are capable of. A real leader will not defend a monster, but convert that demon into a G.o.d; tap into the G.o.d that dwells within even him. He takes upon himself the burden of dharma sankat, but he ensures that his people become better human beings.'

You are contradicting yourself, Guruji. Was this brutal punishment justified, in that case?'

According to me, no. But society is not made up of people like you and me. There are all kinds of people with all shades of opinion. A good ruler must prod his people gently in the direction of dharma, which lies in the centre, in balance. If there is too much anger in society, leading to chaos and disruptive violence, then the leader needs to move it towards stability and calm. If, on the other hand, a society is pa.s.sive and uncomplaining, then the leader needs to incite active partic.i.p.ation and outrage, even anger, among the people. Every emotion in the universe exists for a purpose; nothing is superfluous in nature's design. Every emotion also has an opposite: like anger and calm. Society ultimately needs balance. But is this display of anger towards Roshni's rapists and murderers the answer to injustice? Maybe, maybe not. We will know for sure in a few decades. For now, it serves as a pressure-release mechanism.'

Ram looked out of the window, deeply unsettled.

Vashishta knew he couldn't afford any further delay. He didn't have much time on his hands. Ram, listen to me.'

Yes, Guruji,' said Ram.

Someone is on his way here, he's coming for you. He's a great man, and he's going to take you away. I cannot stop it. It is beyond me.'

Who is this-'

Vashishta cut in. I a.s.sure you, you will not be in danger. But you may be told things about me. I want you to remember that you are like my son. I want to see you fulfil your swadharma, your true purpose. My actions have been defined by that goal.'

Guruji, I don't understand what...'

Do not believe what you hear about me. You are like my son. That is all I will say for now.'

A confused Ram folded his hands together into a namaste. Yes, Guruji.'

Manthara, please understand, I can do nothing,' said Kaikeyi. It is the law.'

Manthara had not wasted any time in seeking an audience with Ayodhya's second queen. Kaikeyi had a determined visitor early the next morning. The queen continued with her breakfast, Manthara having refused the repast; all she sought was her personal brand of justice. But Kaikeyi would never admit to anyone that she had little influence over Dashrath now, much less on Ram. She resorted to blaming the law. To the proud, the pretence of n.o.ble compliance is better than admittance of failure.

But Manthara would not be denied. She was aware that Dhenuka was incarcerated in a high-security prison within the city. She also knew that only a member of the royal family could pull off what she had in mind. My Lady, I have enough money to buy every n.o.bleman in the kingdom. You know that. It will all be put at your disposal. I promise.'

Kaikeyi's heart skipped a beat. She knew that with Manthara's immense resources on her side, she might even be able to force Bharat onto the throne. She was careful to remain non-committal. Thank you for the promise. But it is a promise for tomorrow. And, who has seen tomorrow?'

Manthara reached into the folds of her angvastram and pulled out a hundi, a doc.u.ment bearing her official seal. It promised to honour the debt of a stated sum of money. Kaikeyi was keenly aware that what she was receiving was, for all practical purposes, cash. Anyone in the Sapt Sindhu would give her money against a hundi signed by Manthara; her reputation in such matters was unquestionable. Kaikeyi accepted the hundi and scanned it quickly as she did so. The queen was shocked. The staggering amount that was neatly inscribed in the doc.u.ment was the equivalent of more than ten years of Ayodhya's royal revenue. In a flash, she had made Kaikeyi richer than the king! The extent of this woman's fabulous wealth was beyond even the queen's imagination.

I understand that encashing a hundi of this large an amount of money might prove difficult for most merchants, My Lady,' said Manthara. Whenever you need the money, I will reimburse this hundi myself and pay the amount in gold coins.'

Kaikeyi was well aware of another exemplary law: refusal to honour a hundi led to many years of imprisonment in a debtor's prison.

Manthara drove her advantage home. I have a lot more where this came from. It is all at your disposal.'

Kaikeyi held the hundi tight. She knew that it was her ticket to realising all her dreams for her son; ones that had started looking distant due to recent events.

Manthara struggled out of her chair, hobbled to Kaikeyi, and leaned over as she hissed, I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer as much as he made my daughter suffer. I am not interested in a speedy death.'

Kaikeyi gripped Manthara's hands firmly. I swear by the great Lord Indra, that monster shall know what justice means.'

Manthara stared at the queen in stony silence. Her body quivered with cold rage.

He will suffer,' promised Kaikeyi. Roshni will be avenged. That is the word of the queen of Ayodhya.'

Maa, believe me, I would love to kill that monster with my bare hands,' said Bharat, earnestly. I know I would be serving the cause of justice if I were to do so. But Ram Dada's new law forbids it.'

Kaikeyi had left for Bharat's quarters as soon as Manthara exited the palace. She knew exactly what she had to do, and how to go about it. Appealing to her son's ambition would be a waste of time; he was more loyal to his half-brother than he was to his own mother. She had to appeal to his sense of justice, his righteous anger, his love for Roshni.

I fail to understand this new law, Bharat. What kind of justice did it serve?' asked Kaikeyi pa.s.sionately. Doesn't the Manu Smriti clearly state that the G.o.ds abandon the land where women are not respected?'

Yes, Maa, but this is the law! Minors cannot be given the death sentence.'

Do you know that Dhenuka is not even underage anymore? He was a minor only when the crime was committed.'

I'm aware of that, Maa. I've had a ma.s.sive fight with Dada over it. I agree with you, justice is far more important than the technicalities of a law. But Dada doesn't understand that.'

Yes, he doesn't,' fumed Kaikeyi.

Dada lives in a world that should be, not the world as it is. He wants to enforce the values of an ideal society, but he forgets that Ayodhya is not an ideal society. We are very far from it. And monsters like Dhenuka will always exploit the loopholes in the law and escape. Others will learn from him. A leader has to first make the society worthy of enlightened laws before implementing them.'

Then, why don't you...'

I can't. If I break, or even question Dada's law, I will hurt his credibility. Why will anyone else take him seriously if his own brother doesn't?'

You are missing the point. Criminals who were afraid of Ram's laws thus far, will now know that there are ways to exploit and work around them. Juveniles will be made to commit crimes planned by adults. There are enough poor, frustrated, underage youths who can easily be influenced into a life of crime for a handful of coins.'

It's possible.'

An example must be made of Dhenuka. That will serve as a lesson to others.'

Bharat looked at Kaikeyi quizzically. Why are you so interested in this, Maa?'

I just want justice for our Roshni.'

Really?'

She was a n.o.blewoman, Bharat. Your rakhi-sister was raped by a b.l.o.o.d.y villager,' Kaikeyi drove the point home.

I'm curious; would you be thinking differently had it been the other way round? Had a n.o.bleman raped a village woman, would you still be clamouring for justice?'

Kaikeyi remained silent. She knew that if she said yes, Bharat would not believe her.

I would want a rapist-murderer from the n.o.bility to be killed as well,' growled Bharat. Just like I want Dhenuka to be killed. That is true justice.'

Then why is Dhenuka still alive?'

The other rapists have been punished.'

This is a first! Partial justice! Disingenuous, isn't it? There is no such thing as partial justice, son! You either get justice or you don't!'

Maa...'

The most brutal among them is still alive! What's more, he's a guest of Ayodhya! His board and lodging are being financed by the royal treasury; from your coffers. You are personally feeding the man who brutalised your rakhi-sister.'

Bharat remained quiet.

Maybe Ram did not love Roshni enough,' ventured Kaikeyi.

In the name of Lord Rudra, how can you say that, Maa? Ram Dada has been punishing himself because...'

How does that make any sense?! How does that get her justice?'

Bharat fell silent.

You have Kekaya blood in you. You have the blood of Ashwapati coursing through your veins. Have you forgotten our ancient motto? "Blood shall always be answered with blood!" Only then do others learn to be afraid of you.'

Of course, I remember that, Maa! But I will not hurt Ram Dada's credibility.'

I know a way...'

Bharat looked at Kaikeyi, puzzled.

You should leave Ayodhya on a diplomatic visit. I will publicise your absence. Double back to Ayodhya incognito; get some of your trusted men to break into prison and escape with Dhenuka. You know what you have to do with him. Resume your foreign visit after the deed is done. n.o.body will be any the wiser. Practically the whole city will come under suspicion for the killing, for there is no one in Ayodhya who doesn't want Dhenuka dead. It will be impossible for Ram to discover who did it. Ram will escape the stigma of being seen as shielding his brother, for no one will connect you to it. It will just be seen as the one time that Ram was unable to catch the so-called killer. Most importantly, justice will be served.'

You have really thought this through,' said Bharat. And, how do I leave the city without a diplomatic invitation? If I ask for royal permission to leave without one, it will raise suspicion.'

There is already an invitation for you from Kekaya for a diplomatic visit.'

No, there isn't.'

Yes, there is,' said Kaikeyi. It did not come to anyone's notice in the chaos and confusion following Roshni's death.' What she did not reveal to Bharat was that she had used some of her newly-acquired wealth to get a back-dated invitation from Kekaya inserted into the Ayodhya diplomatic files. Accept the invitation. And then get justice for your sister's soul.'

Bharat sat still, cold as ice, as he contemplated what his mother had just said.

Bharat?'

He looked at his mother, as if startled by her presence.

Will you or won't you?'

Bharat murmured, almost to himself, Sometimes you have to break the law to do justice.'

Kaikeyi pulled out a piece of bloodied white cloth from the folds of her angvastram; it was from the one that had been used to cover Roshni's brutalised body. Help her get justice.'