Sara's Numbers
It happened long, long ago, long before time could be counted. In that countless world, just north
of the hard-edged snow mountains, innumerable cattle foraged knee-deep in the lush grass of the
steppes, while horses ran wild among them. On the margins of these vast herds lived small
communities of the Jana, the people, who tamed some horses and bred and milked the cattle.
They lived in leather yurts, as they had always done, with an open smoke hole in the middle, and
palings held together with woven horse-hair ropes to strengthen the sides. All the members of
one family put their yurts within one thorny enclosure, for they were of one blood, and kept their
cattle and horses within that cow-pen, when the herds were not out grazing with the boys. When
the boys grew to be men, they had to look for women in some other cow-pen, and thus these
wise herds-people kept their own blood-lines strong. They ate mostly beef, which was cured in
long strips during the brief summer to last them through the harsh winters to follow. During the
hot days, they feasted on wild-sown barley meal and cider, and on thick mare-milk curds; and
during the very long cold days, they hunkered down in some narrow protecting valley, south of
the snow mountains, which was reached through a high pass. There they ate their own male
cattle, and sometimes even their horses, if the blizzards lasted till they were too weak to move.
When the Sun, their main God, strengthened, they knew he had subjugated all the other gods
once again, the God of Wind, the God of Thunder, the God of the Dark-Blue Sky. The Goddess
of waters at his command broke through the head of the God of Snow and rushed out to the
steppes, and cattle, and barley and horses were born again. What horses they were! Short, sturdy,
hairy, but horses that would tirelessly carry them forever, horses that helped them round up their
herds and take them to new pastures. The wisest woman among the Jana chose the King of
horses, who would be let loose to wander where he liked. The pasture he chose would be their
camping area for the summer till the God of Wind blew cold from the darkening north, and they
had to turn back towards their winter shelter valley somewhere beyond the snow ridge, through a
high pass.
That late autumn, when days and years were not yet counted, the Jana were happy, for it had
been a glorious summer, and they had fed well and long. It had been so hot that men, and women
had dressed in nothing but simple flaxen shirts like children. The women had time to make thick
woolen coats and leggings for winter, and the boys had foraged as far north as possible with their
herds. Most had returned with their fat cattle, ready for the trek south, though a few, who had
adventured to the outermost northern limits, up to the brown hills, in search of fresh pasture, had
not yet returned. But there was no cause for alarm. In that hot weather wolves had plenty of deer,
rabbits, and marmosets to prey on, and would leave the big herds well alone. What was more, the
northernmost herd was under the care of two of the toughest brothers, Arjuna and Bheema, both
not yet grown to manhood, but already fearless and tireless, and well-practiced with bow, arrow
and lance, to protect their animals.
The girls lazed by the lake, much to the annoyance of the older women who would call them
back from their games to sew, cook, darn, or fetch wood. But Sara was spared, for she was a
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dreamer, and in her dreams many messages came from the Sun God, which led them, when
properly interpreted by Gaya, the Clan Mother, to new pastures, to apple groves, to fresh lakes,
and away from the haunt of wolves. Sara was not yet a woman, and her light clear voice spread
balm on tired hearts, and even old men smiled into their cups of cider when she sang. What she
had done that summer was already legend among the Jana, and messengers from other tribes
came to listen, wonder, and try and learn.
She and her sisters played often by the lakeshore, when they were not swimming. They would
pick up smooth round coloured pebbles and make necklaces out of them. Or they would toss
them up into the air and catch them all before they fell to the ground. Few boys could match the
dexterity of the girls, and none among the girls was as agile or swift as Sara. A favourite game
was for each girl to collect pebbles all of the same colour, toss them up, and try and catch not
only all her own pebbles, but the coloured pebbles of other girls. She who captured the most
won, and generally it was Sara who won. Boys tried to play a similar game snatching cattle from
each other's herds, but when they played rough and hurt each other, the wise women warned that
violence was a sin that the Sun God would punish with death on all.
One sunny warm afternoon, Sara chose a large egg-shaped white pebble, held it up glistening in
the sun, and gave it a name.
"This is Eka, my pebble," she said with complete conviction. " She will bring forth many, many
children. And every new child will be cleverer than the rest."
Lachi held up a round spotted pebble like a plover's egg. " This is my pebble, what shall I call
it?" she asked a little uncertainly.
" She can also be an Eka, when she is all alone," said Sara slowly. " But bring her close, and let
us hold them together. Now she becomes Dva, for Eka her mother is close and warm, and she
gains from the strength of her mother, and of course she has her own."
The girls played this game with other pebbles of different shapes and colours, till Sara tired of it.
She held up a red squarish stone.
" Now the soul of Eka is in this, for the red stone is all alone, but look when I bring it close to
another, it changes to Dva, for the soul of Dva enters it when it is no longer all alone!" All the
girls clapped at discovering this new game. " But wait, when the old Dva comes Latchi bring
the old Dva next to this red stone it cannot any longer be Dva, for the soul of Dva goes back to
Lachi's pebble, and this red one becomes Tri!"
All this was getting tiring for the some of the girls, and a few went away to play an old game.
But a few stayed with Sara, eyes sparkling, and asked if the souls of Eka, Dva, Tri could enter
other things?
" Eka, Dva, Tri, are the new young children of the Sun God," said Sara seriously, " and they can
enter anything, animal, or even person!" The girls were a little scared at this thought, but Sara
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was calm. " Look, I ask the soul of Eka to enter me, and now I am Eka! Lachi, come close and
all will see Dva has entered you!" Lachi bravely stood by Sara.
" And I will be Tri!" shouted little Maya and ran up to hug Sara. All the girls clapped. Then they
all went around pointing to cattle, or horses, or even yurts, and naming them Eka, Dva, and Tri.
It was a very happy time. Soon, running about they came to the cow-pen of Gaya, the Clan
Mother. It was large and strong, with a large wooden post in the direction of the rising Sun, and
another opposite where the Sun set, and a post to the north, and a post to the south. The post
towards the rising Sun was Eka the girls shouted in unison, that to the north was Dva, and that to
the south was Tri. What of the post to the west?
" The spirit of Chatura is there," said Sara, as they returned to their homes.
The next day, Sara thought of a new game. She and Lachi would hide as Eka and Dva, while
Maya and her friend, Lali, would come along thinking they were Eka and Dva; but when Sara
and Lachi sprang out at them, they would turn into Tri and Chatura. There was much laughter
and squealing, till their mothers came out and told them to be quiet.
Sara led them far away not to disturb the elders. All the girls wanted to join in the fun. So, Sara
named them all, Pancha, Shasta, Sapta, Ashta, Nava, Dasha.
" What about me, me, me,!" cried little Gyana. " You are Dasha and Eka," said Sara
mysteriously, and would not change her opinion.
The girls seemed to go wild with their new game. They counted everything. They made Dasha
batches of the herd, and said with great accuracy which cow-pen had more, and by how many
more. They used their slim forearms as a measure for Eka, and could tell the height of people,
horses, yurts. They even counted the Great God Sun. Sara said he was the Eka soul of all Ekas
till he reached the top of Gaya's yurt. By the time He was directly overhead, he had turned into
the soul of all Panchas, and he went to sleep as a Dasha soul. Sara could predict how many times
the Sun God would rise from his sleep before a distant herd returned, and how many marches it
would cover. When the women scolded the girls to do something useful, Sara looked up at the
tallest and said gravely: "This knowledge is the greatest gift of the Great God Sun, for now we
see things not only as they appear, but as their souls really are. Under His Light, all is revealed,
and there are no more secrets. Now we know how much yarn we need for a dress, how much
grain to store for how many days; and how far a wolf pack is and how fast a young girl should
run to reach safety."
Many women were unhappy with all the confusion that the new measures brought into their
lives, so they met in high conclave with Gaya, the Clan Mother. After carefully sending Sara out
of earshot, Gaya said, " When she was born all the moving stars lined up over her bed. When she
was seven months old she sang her first song, and I heard the music of the Spring Sun in her
voice, and yet I did not understand. She is the betrothed of Brahm, the creator, who made the
earth under the ever watchful eyes of the Sun, for then He was so anxious He never slept at all.
She does not know it yet, but she is the foretold Goddess of Learning, brought to life by the Sun
Himself, who is pleased with us. From her loins will spring one day a race that will go south of
the snow mountains to a new land. She will be the mother of a great new clan of the Sun, and a
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great God Rama will be born in it. In that land, I will be remembered everyday. I know now, for
Sara helped me know, I am the Pancha Gaya to repeat the magical mantra in praise of the Sun,
with all its Dva and Tri-Dasha sounds!"
The women wondered but said nothing, and went their ways, but kept respectful watch over
young Sara. The old men wondered, was the earth and everything in it to be so measured and
counted? But if it was the Will of the Sun it must be good.
A yaga in thankful praise was offered to the Sun, several fat cattle were slaughtered and all the
Jana gathered to eat the sacrificial feast. After the prayers, and offerings had been distributed,
people broke into joyous laughter, and told stories to each other. " What if there is no Eka, no
Dva, no Pancha, or no Dasha, what then, Sara? " asked the ever inquisitive Maya. " Hush!"
warned her mother, afraid some impiety might have been committed. "There is always
something, the Sun provides for all, always."
" Not always, dear mother," said Sara slowly. " Sometimes there is no thing, like the gap
between stars. That is when the Sun takes all into Himself. And then when we see a hole where
something should be, we see Sunya, who with the first-born Eka gives birth to the all-powerful
Dasha." And thus the numbers of the first people, the Jana, came into the light of the Sun
Himself.
The news spread fast, and many wise women came to learn from faraway tribes, and all went
away even wiser. That had been a special year, and the Jana gloried in their happiness and their
wisdom as it drew into a fecund autumn. All their herds but one were in, and time now could be
reckoned with ease when to turn south to the narrow sheltering valley beyond the high passes of
the snow mountain to the south.
" If Arjun and Beema do not appear within three more days, I shall have to berate them for their
laziness, "said the chief herdsman with self-conscious importance at his new knowledge. " The
Sun help these youngsters! In my day, I would have had my herd in its cow-pen all fat and
accounted for by now."
" In your day, Granddad," laughed a cheeky boy, " no one accounted for anything!" All laughed,
the old herdsman the heartiest.
A cloud of dust rose to the north, out of the dry earth, and soon two boys could be seen spurring
hard to reach the community of cow-pens. The people gasped a few minutes later, when they
could see Arjun and Beema, without their other companions, without their herds, their clothes
red with dried blood. The boys flung themselves down from their saddles, and lay on the ground
gasping in exhaustion, their eyes rolling with fear.
Gaya, the Clan Mother, came up gravely. " Shame to my magic, and shame to my art, that my
children show fear. You are now safe, and no wolf would dare attack you here!"
Stung to the quick, Arjun got up with a shout. " I have no fear for myself. But, yes, I fear for the
Jana. And no, no wolf attacked us, but the others, the cruel Rahu. They came quietly up to our
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camp, and even as we were preparing to make them welcome, they killed my brothers, and took
our cattle. I dared not hit at them for you, great Clan Mother, have taught us that the Great God
Sun hates all violence. Yet, life was sweet, and not wishing to be killed, Beema and I escaped
and rode home as fast as we could to warn you all!"
At the satanic tidings all cried out and stopped their ears. The Clan Mother dipped a leaf in
blessed water and sprinkled it in all the cardinal directions to stave off the wrath of the Sun. Then
the Clan Mother swept the women away to strike the yurts for a rapid march south. The elder
herdsmen, those who had stayed home, and the other boys, gathered round Arjun to gather more
news. Soon it was clear from the rapidly told story that the un-people had come over the brown
hills at the dead of night as the boys were sleeping, and done their terrible deed before any could
cry out. Sleeping far to the south on the edge of the camp, ever watchful for wolves, Arjun and
Bheema had made good their escape. None could fight the Rahu, even if fighting were not sinful.
But could the Jana escape south? It was all too late, said the elders. It was the time of death, not
of a sickly babe or of an old crone, but of all, all the Jana. It was time they prepared in solemn
dignity to be gathered to the Sun.
Sara being a young girl was allowed nowhere near the conclave of elders, and stood far off, all
alone, on the windswept steppe, but the excited voices carried to her in the still air. She heard the
grim news with a beating heart, and then closing her eyes thought back in time to the Jana's last
visit to the brown hills. She had been a toddler then, but in her mind's eye she saw the Sun rise
and fall several times, as her tribe marched back leisurely to where they were now. She carefully
counted the days. Then she thought of fast horses traversing that same distance, and again
carefully counted that time. Lastly, she counted the time the Jana would take to reach the snow
mountains, and pass through them to the safety of the hidden valleys.
Sara marched slowly up to the elders. " Reverent elders, I have asked the Sun through the new
knowledge He has given us, and He has told me there is time for us to escape. But we must
abandon our yurts, and take to the fastest horses without delay. We must scatter our herds before
we leave, and the Rahu will waste time trying to catch a few animals. The wisest amongst the
herds may find their way to our valley if we call to them in our dreams."
Dharma, the oldest herdsman, came up to Sara, and lifting her chin in a knurled hand, looked full
into her eyes. Something he saw there made up his mind. " We will do as the child says. Saddle
the fastest horses and scatter the herds. Tell the women to mount immediately, leaving all
behind, except the sacred pots in which we make offerings to the Great God. We shall cross that
stream to the East within within one hour," he said, with a little smile in Sara's direction. "
Then the fastest will sweep clear all our hoof-marks on the farther bank and rejoin us as we
double back towards the snow mountains. May the Great Sun God protect us!"
But that night it looked as if the God was angry with the Jana for some transgression, for it got
very cold, and a blizzard started as they huddled miserably together for a brief rest, the people
and the horses all in a great circle. The wind strengthened into a great gale and blew straight into
their faces from the south, but there was no time to be lost, and they struggled on, the people and
the horses with bent heads, towards the snow mountains. They were exhausted when a pale dawn
broke, with no sign of the blizzard letting up, and all the Jana gave up hope till the Clan Mother
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shouted across the wind: " The God has saved us, for this wind will keep the Rahu in their tents
till we reach safety!"
As they made their way through the high passes, the steep mountain sides protected them, and
warmth returned to their bones. In a narrow secret valley, with the Great God peeping down
benignly at them from between storm clouds, they made their new home. Cutting down some
spruce trees, they built themselves rough shelters, hidden from view by a dense blue copse. They
ate the dried strips of beef they had packed in their saddlebags, and lived on the meager small
game of the woods. Three full moons had risen and set, before they heard the lowing of a small
herd coming from the twisting entrance to the valley, and the women ran out to greet Gauri, the
wisest and best among their cows. They made a garland of grasses for her, and happily led the
animals to the safety of their camp.
But fear of the wicked Rahu dwelt in their hearts, and the boys were sent to high ridges every
day and night to look out over the steppes and see if any of the un-people had found a path to
their retreat. One clear wintery afternoon, when Arjun and Bheema were on watch, they spied far
away in the distance a scouting troop of the Rahu, who were patiently following the faint trail
left by Gauri's herd. The blizzard had swept away most of the markings, but the Rahu were great
hunters, and prided themselves on never losing their quarry, whether human or animal. Arjun's
heart tightened into a fast-beating knot. The Rahu would find the trail and the opening to the
valley, and slaughter them like cattle, at leisure, since the people had no other way to escape.
Why was it forbidden to kill killers? He remembered that terrible night at the camp by the brown
hills. He saw once again in his mind's eye that baby-faced Rahu leader, with the glaring eyes of a
tiger, that other enemy chief who blinked like an owl, and grinned as he killed, and the third one,
who looked like he was in a dream, but was the worst of all. Why was it a sin to kill men like
them? The people killed animals that did them no harm he remembered that far-off childhood
day when he had wept inconsolably at the slaughter of his pet calf, and not all the talk of the
Way of the Great God had stemmed his tears. Surely, the Great God who protected the people
would want these un-people to be killed. He could kill these scouts easily with his arrows. He
could send up the dark souls of the Rahu to be destroyed forever by the Sun God. Most probably
other people had already killed a few, for did the people not see occasionally a darkness come
and go near the face of the Sun? If other people could kill the Rahu it could not be a sin for him
to kill them also. He tried his strong bow in readiness.
"Yes, my brother," said Bheema, as if reading his thoughts. " Let them come, I shall break their
stupid heads with my stick, all, all of them. I will raid their camp, and end this evil forever. It
will be the Fight to End All Fights!"
Feeling strangely tired, Sara had lain down in her new hut to sleep away that afternoon. She
dreamt of wolves, a long white horde of them, whose leader came over to her, and licked her
face. She was strangely unafraid, and patted his great head, and pulled his ears as if he were a
lamb.
That evening Sara smiled softly when Arjun and Bheema related their exciting story: "There the
Rahu scouts were, spread in a wide arc, and looking intently for spoors, when a large white wolf
pack broke ground, and pulled down at least two, or maybe more immediately. The others ran for
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their horses, and galloped off to regroup, but the wolves were hungry and in hot pursuit. I don't
think we will see the Rahu again this winter, or ever again," said Arjun excitedly. And then he
added, rather slowly in a lower key, as an after-thought:" We were saved from some very bad
thoughts, Clan Mother, I am ashamed to admit."
The Clan Mother looked at the boys intently. " It is the Great God the Sun's Will," she said
simply, at last.
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