“His wife or the woman believed to be the widow of Nana Sahib lived on the outskirts of Kathmandu for over forty years. She was beautiful but also pious and every year on a specific date she fed many religious mendicants.”
Chandra wondered what bearing this had on the story, but she did not speak and the Lama went on,
“Hundreds of pilgrims came every year and it is believed that on this occasion her husband would always visit her.”
“And she is still alive?”
“She died a few months ago, but it is known by those who know such things that her husband, Nana Sahib, died only three years ago.”
“So he is dead,” Chandra said. “I am glad! His was a cruel and wicked act!”
“For which he will pay the penalty in many lives,” the Lama said quietly. “We can never escape from our deeds whether they b
