the grey light of the evening, the pumpkin colour of gangazara, the holy ashes scattered lavishly over his body, the tigers and snakes humbling themselves at his feet, gave him the true majesty of the god gangazara. for who else by a single word could thus command vast armies of tigers and serpents, said some among the people. "care not for it; it may be by magic. that is not a great thing. that he revived cartloads of corpses shows him to be surely gangazara," said others.