The hot sunshine lasted for a week , and then the rains gathered together for their last downpour , and the water fell in sheets that flayed off the skin of the ground and leaped back in mud . Purun Bhagat heaped his fire high that night , for he was sure his brothers would need warmth ; but never a beast came to the shrine , though he called and called till he dropped asleep , wondering what had happened in the woods . It was in the black heart of the night , the rain drumming like a thousand drums , that he was roused by a plucking at his blanket , and , stretching out , felt the little hand of a langur . `` It is better here than in the trees , '' he said sleepily , loosening a fold of blanket ; `` take it and be warm . '' The monkey caught his hand and pulled hard . `` Is it food , then ? '' said Purun Bhagat . `` Wait awhile , and I will prepare some . '' As he kneeled to throw fuel on the fire the langur ran to the door of the shrine , crooned and ran back again , plucking at the man 's knee . `` What is it ? What is thy trouble , Brother ? '' said Purun Bhagat , for the langur 's eyes were full of things that he could not tell . `` Unless one of thy caste be in a trap -- and none set traps here -- I will not go into that weather . Look , Brother , even the barasingh comes for shelter ! '' The deer 's antlers clashed as he strode into the shrine , clashed against the grinning statue of Kali . He lowered them in Purun Bhagat 's direction and stamped uneasily , hissing through his half-shut nostrils . `` Hai ! Hai ! Hai ! '' said the Bhagat , snapping his fingers , `` Is THIS payment for a night 's lodging ? ''
But the deer pushed him toward the door , and as he did so Purun XXXXX heard the sound of something opening with a sigh , and saw two slabs of the floor draw away from each other , while the sticky earth below smacked its lips .
Bhagat Brother Hai Kali antlers barasingh fire langur night week