"
"No," was Sandip's answer. "You talk like an atheist because you
do not believe in our gods. To us it has been made quite visible
that the Goddess has come with her boon, yet you distrust the
obvious signs of her presence."
"It is because I strongly believe in my God," said my husband,
"that I feel so certain that our preparations for his worship are
lacking. God has power to give the boon, but we must have power
to accept it."
This kind of talk from my husband would only annoy me. I could
not keep from joining in: "You think this excitement is only a
fire of drunkenness, but does not drunkenness, up to a point,
give strength?"
"Yes," my husband replied. "It may give strength, but not
weapons."
"But strength is the gift of God," I went on. "Weapons can be
supplied by mere mechanics."
My husband smiled. "The mechanics will claim their wages before
they deliver their supplies," he said.
Sandip swelled his chest as he retorted: "Don't you trouble about
that. Their wages shall be paid."
"I shall bespeak the festive music when the payment has been
made, not before," my husband answered.
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