The Gray Mahatma did not glance in my direction either.
"As a bird in the river--as a fish in the air--as a man in trouble is the foreigner in Hind!" he answered.
Then he suddenly began, declaiming, making his voice ring as if his throat were brass, yet without moving his body or shifting his head by a hair's breadth.
"The universe was chaos.

_He_ said, let order prevail, and order came out of the chaos and prevailed.

The universe was in darkness.

_He_ said, let there be light and let it prevail over darkness; and light came out of the womb of darkness and prevailed.

_He_ ordained the _Kali-Yug_--an age of darkness in which all Hind should lie at the feet of foreigners.
And thus ye lie in the dust.