Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

This daring rescue plan has been successfully completed.Although an hour passed, Passepartout could not stop laughing at his success.Cromarty shook hands with the brave lad in congratulations, and his master gave him a "good," which was indeed a high compliment from the gentleman's lips.Passepartout said: "All the honor in this matter should go to my master; I have only thought of a trick." He smiled and thought to himself, just a moment ago, I, a former gymnastics instructor, firefighter, Passepartout, the squad leader, has turned into the dead man of this beautiful little widow, the incense corpse of the old earth king.

As for the young Indian woman, who knew nothing of the whole incident, she was now wrapped in a traveling rug in a saddle-chair. The elephant obeyed the control of the Parsi guide without incident, and galloped quickly through the dark forest.An hour after leaving the Temple of Piraki, it had crossed a vast plain.At seven o'clock they stopped to rest.The young woman had been groggy and unconscious.Although the guide gave her a few sips of water and brandy, it took her a while to wake up because she was so stimulated. Cromarty knew she was fainted by marijuana smoke, so she didn't have to worry about her.

Although Brigadier Cromarty thought that the Indian woman's recovery would not be a problem, he felt very troubled about her future destination. So he immediately told Mr. Fogg that if Mrs. Aouda remained in India, she would definitely fall into the hands of those murderers again.These guys are doing whatever they want all over the Indian peninsula, and even the British police authorities are helpless. Whether it is in Madras, Bombay or Calcutta, they have a way to catch the people they want to kill.In order to confirm his statement, Cromarty related a similar incident that happened not long ago.In his opinion, the only way for this young woman to truly escape from the tiger's mouth was to leave India.

Phileas Fogg replied that he must pay attention to these matters which Cromartti spoke of, and that he would consider the matter. Just before ten o'clock the guide announced the arrival of Allahabad.Just take a train in Allahabad, and you can reach Kolkata in less than a day and a night. Phileas Fogg had to arrive in Calcutta on time to catch the cruise ship bound for Hong Kong at noon the next day (October 25). They took Aouda to a room above the station, and Passepartout was in charge of trying to buy her all kinds of ornaments, dresses, sari, fur coats, and everything else he could get his hands on.Anyway, his master has no restrictions on his use of money.

Passepartout set off immediately and ran through the streets of the town.Allahabad is a holy city and one of the most revered cities in India because it is built at the confluence of the Ganges and Jumna rivers, two holy rivers that attract pilgrims from all over the Indian peninsula.According to the "Ramayana Holy Tradition", the Ganges originated in the sky, and thanks to the efforts of Brahma, the river flowed from the sky to the human world.When Passepartout was shopping, he quickly took a look at the whole city. It used to be an industrial and commercial city, but now there is neither commerce nor industry. out of prison.Passepartout failed to find a department store with all his might.He had expected to find a department store like Philmans in Lychen Street, England, but in the end he found what he was looking for only in a clothing estimate run by a jewish old man: a kaftan of Scottish material, a A baggy cloak, and a handsome otter coat.He immediately paid seventy-five pounds (eighteen seventy-five francs) and returned triumphantly to the station.

Lady Aouda was now waking up, and the horrifying influence of the priests of the Piraji Temple had faded from her mind.Her beautiful eyes had regained their alluring Indian splendor. When Usaph Udor, the king of poetry, praised the beauty of Queen Amenagara, he once wrote such a poem: "Her black and shining hair neatly parted in two, Around the white, delicate and ruddy cheeks evenly; Her black moth eyebrows are like two powerful bows of Kama, the god of love. A pair of bright eyes, hidden deep under the slender eyelashes, In those black pupils, a holy brilliance shone, Like the water light of the holy lake in the Himalayas,

The morning glow that reflects the sky. Her small and neat teeth, white and flawless, Glow in smiling lips, Like dewdrops covering half-opened pomegranate flowers. On her curvaceous, small and exquisite ears, On her ruddy hands, On her pair of plump and soft little feet like two green lotuses, That is the most beautiful pearl of Ceylon shining, It was Golgon's most precious diamond shining. Her slender willow waist is not enough to hold, This made her full breasts stand out even more, She looks more and more gorgeous! Such a beautiful chest shows the most precious wealth of youth.

And look at her waist exposed under the silk short dress, The truth is the magical ax of the sculptor Vic Vakarma, The waist and abdomen of a beauty cast in sterling silver. " But we can dispense with so many exaggerated lines at all, and just say one sentence: This Lady Aouda, the widow of the old king of Bend Khalde, was a beautiful woman even by European standards. lady.She spoke English fluently, and the guide's statement that this young Parsi woman had been brought up to be a different kind of person was not exaggerating at all. The train was about to leave from Allahabad, and the guide was waiting for Mr. Falk to pay him.Mr. Fogg paid what he was entitled to, and not a penny more.This seemed a little strange to Passepartout, who, he supposed, owed some gratitude to his master for his faithful help.It is true that the guide risked his life voluntarily in the incident at the Piraji Temple, and it would be very difficult for him to escape if the Indians later found out about it.

And what about the Chiuni elephants?This is also a problem.So much money for this guy, where does he put it now?But Mr. Fogg seems to have already "made up his mind". "Parsis," he said to the guide, "you are capable and loyal. I have paid you what you deserve, but I have not repaid your loyalty. Do you want this elephant? It is yours. " There was a gleam of joy in the guide's eyes. "Sir, you've just made me rich," he cried. "Take it away," said Mr. Fogg, "for all that, I owe you." "That's a good thing," cried Passepartout; "take it, my man! Chiuni is a strong and well-behaved beast."

As he walked up to the elephant and took out a few pieces of candy to feed it, he kept saying: "Eat, Chiuni, eat, eat!" The elephant grunted a few times with satisfaction, then wrapped his trunk around Passepartout's waist, and lifted him up to head level.Passepartout was not afraid at all, but he stroked the elephant affectionately with his hand, and the elephant put him gently on the ground again. Passepartout returned the gift by squeezing the tip of the honest elephant's trunk tightly with his hand. In a few moments Mr. Fogg, Brigadier Colmarty, and Passepartout were seated in a comfortable carriage, with Lady Aouda occupying the best seat.The train was speeding away to Benares.

After a two-hour journey, they were nearly eighty miles from Allahabad. During this time, the young lady was fully awake, and the narcotic effect of the "Anger" wine had worn off.When she found herself sitting on the train, dressed in European clothes, and sitting with these strangers, she was simply baffled!At first, her companions took good care of her and gave her some wine to refresh her spirits; then the brigade commander recounted her experience to her, and the brigade commander repeatedly pointed out that Phileas Fogg The enthusiasm of the husband to save others, in order to save her, he would go through fire and water without hesitation.Then he told her that Passepartout had contrived an astonishing ingenuity to bring the adventure to a successful conclusion.Mr. Fogg remained silent, leaving the brigade commander to speak.As for Passepartout, he was embarrassed and repeated: "I—it's not worth mentioning." Lady Aouda's heartfelt gratitude to her savior was expressed not so much in words as in tears, and her beautiful eyes expressed her more fully than her speaking lips. Heartfelt gratitude.Then she trembled with terror as she thought of the scene at the crematorium, and of the many disasters that awaited her in this Indian land. Mr. Phileas Fogg understood Mrs. Aouda's mood well.To reassure her, he said he could send her to Hong Kong, where she could wait until the matter had subsided before returning to India.When Mr. Fogg said these words, his manner was icy. Lady Aouda gratefully accepts the offer.It happened that she had a relative who lived in Hong Kong. This relative was also a Parsi. He was a big businessman in Hong Kong. Although Hong Kong is on the coast of China, it is a truly British city. The train arrived at Benares at 12:30. According to the legend of Brahmanism, Benares is now the former site of the ancient Kasi city. Kasi city used to be suspended between the zenith and the bottom of the sky just like Muhammad's tomb. of.But from today's point of view, this Benares, which is called the Athens of India by Eastern humanities researchers, is also built on the land in an ordinary way, and there is nothing special about it.Passepartout could sometimes catch a glimpse of tile houses and thatched huts, and these buildings presented a strangely desolate appearance, without any local color. It was here that Mr. Francis Cromartti disembarked, his troops stationed a few miles north of the city.The brigade commander then took leave of Mr. Fogg, and wished him a safe and more successful journey from now on.Mr. Fogg gently took the brigade commander's hand.Lady Aouda warmly blessed the brigade commander, and she will never forget the kindness of Mr. Francis Cromartti.As for Passepartout, he was so honored by the cordial handshake he had received from the brigade commander, that he was very excited, and wondered when and where he would be able to serve him again, he thought.Everyone broke up like this. Departing from Benares, the railway passes through a section of the Ganges valley, the weather is fairly clear, and the windows show the ever-changing beauty of Bihar: high verdant mountains, fields of barley, wheat and corn, inhabited by light green crocodiles Rivers and swamps, neat villages and evergreen forests, a few elephants and some single-humped camels are bathing in the holy river.Although it was only early autumn and the weather was quite cold, there were still groups of men and women devoutly receiving baptism in the Ganges.These good men and women are the deadly enemies of Buddhism, and they fanatically believe in Brahmanism.There are three reincarnated living Buddhas in Brahmanism: the first is Huisnu, who is the incarnation of the sun god; Master of teaching patriarchs and legislators.But when the steamboats sail by and muddy the holy water of the Ganges, we wonder what Brahma, Shiva, and Huisnu think of today's Anglicized India. All these scenes flashed by like lightning, sometimes obscured by a puff of thick white smoke.Along the way, the traveler can only vaguely see: twenty miles southeast of Benares City, the fortress of the ancient earth kings of Bihar-Shunal Fort, Ghazipu and some large factories in this city that make rose perfume; India's main opium market--Patna, and the more European and British city-Mongir, which is very similar to Manchester or Birmingham in England, is famous for iron smelting, iron making and sword making.Those tall chimneys spewed thick black smoke, making the sky of Brahma Living Buddha smoky. In this dreamlike paradise country, the black smoke is a real nuisance. As night fell, the train continued to gallop forward. Tigers, bears, wolves and other wild beasts fled in front of the locomotive, roaring loudly.People saw neither the beauties of Bengal, nor the ruins of Golgon and Gir; neither Murhigaba, the former capital of India, nor Burton; That stronghold in Indian territory, Chandernagor; Passepartout would have been more pleased if he had seen the flag of his country flying over this stronghold! The train finally reached Calcutta at seven o'clock in the morning.The cruise ship to Hong Kong does not weigh anchor until twelve o'clock at noon.Phileas Fogg therefore had five hours to spare. According to his itinerary, this gentleman should arrive in Calcutta, the capital of India, on the 23rd day (October 25) after leaving London.He is not too early or too late, arriving on schedule.It is a pity that the two days saved from London to Bombay we knew had been taken up in the journey across the Indian peninsula, but we trust Mr. Fogg to have no regrets on this point.