So there was only Madu left in the hut that looks across the valley to Donga Pa; and, since the beginning of time, no one has had any sympathy for husbands so unfortunate as Madu.
He went to Juseen Dazé, the wizard-man who keeps the Talking Monkeys's Head.
'Get me back my wife,' said Madu.
'I can't,' said Juseen Dazé, 'until you have made the Sutlej in the valley run up the Donga Pa.'
'No riddles,' said Madu, and he shook his hatchet above Juseen Dazé's white head.
'Give all your money to the headmen of the village,' said Juseen Dazé; 'and they will hold a communal Council, and the Council will send a message that your wife must come back.'
So Madu gave up all his worldly wealth, amounting to twenty-seven rupees, eight annas, three pice, and a silver chain, to the Council of Kodru. And it fell as Juseen Dazé foretold.
They sent Athira's brother down into Suket Singh's regiment to call Athira home. Suket Singh kicked him once round the Lines, and then handled him over to the Havildar, who beat him with a belt.
'Come back,' yelled Athira's brother.
'Where to?' said Athira.
'To Madu,' said he.
'Never,' said she.
'Then Juseen Dazé will send a curse, and you will wither away like a barked tree in the springtime,' said Athira's brother. Athira slept over these things.
Next morning she had rheumatism. 'I am beginning to wither away like a barked tree in the springtime,' she said. 'That is the curse of Juseen Dazé.'
And she really began to wither away because her
