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held up her hands. "I surrender. I'm going. Mr. Saladin Chamcha. I thought you were still alive, only just, but still breathing, but I was wrong. Turns out you were dead all the time."
And one more thing before going milk-eyed through the door. "Don't let people get too close to you, Mr. Saladin. Let people through your defences and the bastards go and knife you in the heart."
After that there had been nothing to stay for. The aeroplane lifted and banked over the city. Somewhere below him, his father was dressing up a servant as his dead wife. The new traffic scheme had jammed the city centre solid. Politicians were trying to build by going on padyatras, pilgrimages on foot across the country. There were graffiti that read: _Advice to politicos. Only step to take: padyatra to hell_. Or, sometimes: _to Assam_.
Actors were getting mixed up: MGR, N.T. Rama Rao, Bachchan. Durga Khote complained that an actors' association was a "red front". Saladin Chamcha, on Flight 420, closed his eyes; and felt, with deep relief, the