“Let me go!” she said when she felt she could trust her voice. “You have no right to keep me here!”

“There will be no further discussion as to what I have a right to do. I am doing what I must do. Just as I must see my vow through to its fulfillment. Then I can go home and stand before those who believe in me, who are willing to lay down their lives to follow me in bringing Mother India back to the True Path. I will not deserve their trust, nor be worthy of leading them to Hindutvu, until I can stand before them with a purified karma. “

“But that’s your life!” she screamed. “Your karma!”

Kusum shook his head slowly, sadly. “Our karmas are entwined, Bati. Inextricably. And what I must do, you must do.” He stepped through the ruined door and looked back at her. “Meanwhile, I am due at an emergency session of the Security Council. I shall return with your dinner this evening.”

He turned, stepped through the remains of the shattered door, and was gone. Kolabati didn’t bother calling his name or looking after him. The outer door to the deck closed with a loud clang.

More than fear, more than misery at being incarcerated on this ship, she felt a great sadness for her brother and the mad obsession that drove him. She went to the table and tried to eat but could not even bring herself to taste the food.

Finally the tears came. She buried her face in her hands and wept.

3

For the first time since Gia had known him, Jack looked his age. There were dark rings under his eyes and a haunted look hovering within them. His dark brown hair needed combing and he had been careless shaving.

“I didn’t expect you,” she said as he stepped into the foyer.

It annoyed her that he could just show up like this without warning. On the other hand, she was glad to have him around. It had been a very long, fearful night. And a lonely one. She began to wonder if she would ever straighten out her feelings about Jack.

Eunice closed the door and looked questioningly at Gia. “I’m about to fix lunch, mum. Shall I set an extra place?” The maid’s voice was lifeless. Gia knew she missed her mistresses. Eunice had kept busy, talking incessantly of Grace and Nellie’s imminent return. But even she seemed to be running out of hope.

Gia turned to Jack. “Staying for lunch?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As Eunice bustled off, Gia said, “Shouldn’t you be out looking for Nellie?”

“I wanted to be here,” he said. It was a simple statement.

“You won’t find her here.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever find her. I don’t think anyone will.”

The note of finality in his voice shocked Gia. “W-what do you know?”

“Just a feeling,” he said, averting his eyes as if embarrassed to admit to acting on feelings. “Just as I’ve had this other feeling all morning that I should be here today.”