“Told? Who told you?”
“One of his women. I don’t know her name.”
“Go ahead. What happened then?”
“I found him at the foot of the blue statue which plays upon the veena. He was twitching. There was no breathing. Then he stopped twitching even and was still. There was no heartbeat and no pulse that I could feel. So I called back a portion of the night to cloak me in shadows and departed the Garden.”
“Why did you not summon assistance? It still might not have been too late.”
“Because I wanted him to die, of course. I hated him for what he did to Sam, and for the driving away of Parvati and Varuna, and for what he did to the Archivist, Tak, and for—”
“Enough. One could go on all day thus. Did you depart directly from the Garden, or did you stop back at the Pavilion?”
“I passed the Pavilion and saw the same girl. I made myself visible to her and told her that I could not locate Brahma and would return later. . . . He is dead, isn’t he? What shall I do now?”
“Have another piece of fruit and some more soma. Yes, he’s dead.”
“Will Yama come after me?”
“Of course. He will go after everyone who was seen anywhere near there. It was doubtless a reasonably quick-acting poison, and you were there right near the time of death. So naturally he will go after you—and he will have you psych-probed, along with all the others. This will reveal that you did not do it. So I suggest you simply await being called into custody. Do not tell anyone else this story.”
“What shall I tell Yama?”
“If he reaches you before I reach him, tell him everything, including the fact that you have spoken with me. This is because I am not even supposed to know that this thing has occurred. The passing of one among Trimurti is always kept secret for as long as possible, even at the expense of lives.”
“But the Lords of Karma would read it from your memory when you stood to a judgment.”
“Just so they do not read it from your memory today. The knowledge of Brahma’s passing will be kept to as small a group as possible. Since Yama may be conducting the official investigation and is also the designer of the psych-probe, I don’t think any yellow wheel people will be dragged in to run the machines. Still, I must confirm this fact with Yama—or suggest it to him — immediately.”
“Before you go . . .”
“Yes?”
“You said that only a few may know of this thing, even if lives must be spent. Does this mean that I. . . ?”
“No. You will live, because I will protect you.”
“Why will you?”
“Because you are my friend.”
Yama operated the machine that probes the mind. He probed thirty-seven subjects, all of whom could have had access to Brahma in his Garden during the entire day prior to the deicide. Of these, eleven were gods or goddesses, including Ratri, Sarasvati, Vayu, Mara, Lakshmi, Murugan, Agni and Krishna.
Of these thirty-seven, gods and men, none was found to be guilty.
Kubera the artificer stood at Yama’s side, and he regarded the psych-tapes.
“What now, Yama?”
“I do not know.”
“Mayhap the killer was invisible.”
“Perhaps.”
“But you think not?”
“I think not.”
“Supposing everybody in the City were made to stand the probe?”
“There are many arrivals and departures every day, via many entrances and exits.”
“Have you given thought to the possibility of its having been one of the Rakasha? They are again abroad in the world, as well you know—and they hate us.”
“The Rakasha do not poison their victims. Also, I do not believe one could enter the Garden, because of the demon-repelling incense.”
“What now?”
“I shall return to my laboratory, and think.”
“May I accompany you to the Vasty Hall of Death?”
“If you wish.”
Kubera returned with Yama; and while Yama thought, Kubera perused his master-tapes index, which he had set up when experimenting with the first probe-machines. They were discarded, they were incomplete, of course; only the Lords of Karma kept up to date life-record tapes on everyone in the Celestial City. Kubera knew this, of course.