through the loom.
After a moment, I asked, “Grandmother, what are you weaving?”
She replied in a kind but weary voice, “The world, my young one. I weave the world.”
“Your threads are beautiful. I’ve never seen colors like those before.”
She cackled, “I use gossamer to make it light, fairy wings to give it sparkle, rainbows to make it iridescent, and clouds to make it soft. Here. Come and feel the fabric.”
I grasped Kishan’s hand, pulling him closer, and then stretched out my fingers to touch the material. It tingled and crackled.
“It has power!”
“Yes. There is great power here, but I must teach you two things about weaving.”
“What is it, Grandmother?”
“These long, vertical threads are called the warp, and these colorful, horizontal ones are called the weft. The warp threads are thick, strong, and often plain, but, without them, the weft has nothing to cling to. Your tigers cling to you; they need you. Without you, they would blow away in the winds of the world.”
I nodded in understanding. “What else do you need to teach me, Grandmother?”
She leaned closer to me and whispered conspiratorially, “Masterful weaving makes exceptional cloth, and I have woven great threads of power into this piece. A good piece of cloth must be versatile. Fulfill many purposes. This one can collect, craft, and cloak. Guard it well.”
“Thank you, Grandmother.”
“There is one more thing. You must learn to take a step back and visualize the whole piece. If you focus only on the thread given to you, you lose sight of what it can become. Durga has the ability to see the piece from beginning to end. You must trust her.
“Don’t allow yourself to become disheartened when the thread doesn’t suit or seems unsightly to you. Wait and watch. Be patient and devoted. As the threads twist and turn, you will begin to understand, and you will see the pattern finally materialize in all its splendor.”
I let go of Kishan’s hand, so I could step closer to the old woman. I kissed her on her soft, wizened cheek and thanked her again. Her eyes twinkled, and the shuttle started moving again. The rhythmic click-clacking noise continued as she slowly faded from sight. Soon, we could hear only the sounds of the loom and then nothing at all.
We turned to face Durga, who was petting her tiger’s head and smiling at us.
“Will you trust that I will look after your tiger, Kelsey?”
“Yes. I will.”
Durga beamed. “Wonderful! Now, before I send you on your way, I will bestow another gift.” She began rotating the weapons in her arms and stopped at the bow and arrow set. She raised the bow, and Kishan stepped forward.
“Patience, my ebony one. I have a gift for you as well, but this . . . is for my daughter.”
She handed me a medium-sized golden bow with a quiver of gold-tipped arrows.
I curtsied, “Thank you, Goddess.”
She turned to Kishan and smiled. “Now, I will choose something for you.”
He bowed deeply and grinned rakishly at her. “I will gladly accept anything you offer me, my beautiful goddess.”
I rolled my eyes at him. Sheesh.
She nodded her head slightly in acknowledgement, and I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I saw a little dimple where she twitched her mouth up in a small smile.
I looked at Kishan, who was grinning goofily, bewitched by Durga. He was very handsome. Didn’t Zeus have affairs with mortals? Hmm, I’ll have to ask Mr. Kadam about that when we get back.
Durga handed Kishan a golden discus, and he seemed delighted by it. It even made him bold enough to press a warm kiss on the back of her hand. Overstep boundaries much? I wasn’t jealous. I was more shocked that he would act that way with a goddess.
The two stared at each other, so I cleared my throat, “Ah-hem. So is there anything else we need to know before we head off? We were thinking of Lhasa and the Himalayas. You know, searching for Noah’s ark and Shangri-la.”
Durga blinked and got back to business. Her tinkling voice echoed, “Yesss . . .” her voice started fading, and her limbs returned to their former position. “Beware of the four houses. They will test you. Use what you’ve learned. When you obtain the object, it will help you escape and help you find the one you love. Use it to—”
The goddess froze. Her soft skin hardened into stone.
“Drat! I have to ask her questions first the next time we do this!”
Wind blew through the room, and