he worshiped the greatness of Shiva in the shape of a turtle.
Several years passed through the land, and Krishnavana considered it was time to finish the revenge, and to make the promised offer of a living soul to Kali, the Destroying Goddess.
And so, late one evening, Krishnavana walked into the village where the "yogi-sahib," as the natives called him, had his temple. He found him doing bhajan in front of the turtle-image, and there was deep devotion and calm happiness on his face in the yellow-and-pink light of the dying sun.
When he had finished his worship and saw the Brahman, he rushed up to him, with love in his eyes, and took his hands and called him many names of honor and endearment; the East had gone into his blood and his speech, and so he called him a Vast Sea of Excellent Qualities; the Father and Mother of Brahmans, Cows, and Women; the Blood of his Liver, and several other fine things.
Then he turned again to the ocher-colored altar and bowed before the idol, and thanked Krishnavana, saying:
"I owe to you my happiness and my life. You
