একশত তেত্রিশতম অধ্যায়: প্রাচীন যুগের সামরিক কৌশল দিয়ে তাকে পরাজিত করা

মame keta maase age, kono ek rate, amar sare share dorode kosto hocchilo, aysan thik rakhte parchilam na. Takhan kache pahra dewa cheng andha ke jigges korechilam. Ami bolechilam, tinsho kine ojoner hathuri, ki sotti sohojei nachano jay? Sotti ki, ek hate hathuri dhora du hate dhorar cheye kothin? Cheng andha hesechilo. Se ek tukro dhup jele amar samne rekhechilo, amake shei dhup sonte bolechilo, mon sthir korte bolechilo. Tarpor se amake bolechilo, tinsho kiler upor? Pacho kiler upor? Chhoyso kiler upor? Jinish shudhui ekta jinish. Manush jinish ke asroy kore, ga-hator peshi siliye ney. Shei poth diye hete jay. Totohtoi jotheshto. Manush ananto, kono jinisher karone nije ke khoy kora chole na. Jibonbhor hathurir sathe lortey giye, jibon ke shudhu hathurir ojon ar borer modhye simaboddho kore rakha chole na. Shei poth diye hete jaowa, hathuri to ekta jontro, ta tinsho hok, pacho hok, ki ek hajar kilo hok, ami ene bebohar korboi. Moner shokti-i to shobcheye beshi. Ami jodi bagh-singher ghorjon moto awaj toiri korte pari, tobe ta-i jiboner shobcheye bhalo shokti orjoner upaye. Hathuri to ekta upkoron matro, eta niye atke thaka chole na. Haste eseche, bebohar korlei holo. Ar bebohar korar age, chokh diye dekhe nite hobe je shei jinish ke moner modhye rakha jabe kina. Jodi moner modhye rakha jay, tobe mon diye nachte hobe, kaje lagate hobe. Ei kothatai cheng andha amake bolechilo. Aji, ami shei tinsho kiler jora hathuri du-ti dekhi, ami shobcheye kothin niomti bebohar korar sidhanto ni-i. Ami hat piche rekhe, boro hansen-er dike takiye, gorbo-er sathe dariye thaklam. Boro didimoni cold-bhabe hat guje takiye rolen, tar chokhe chhilo chorom obohomna. "Prostut ki? Prostut thakle, taratari hath chalao." Boro didimoni thanda gale bolen. Ami ektu hesechilam, tarpor ami narechora korlam. Shach! Ek kodo chhoy mitor, hathurir machar kache giye, komorer shokti diye, deho tule diye, macha par howar sathe sathe, ami ek hate tinsho kile ojoner jora hathurir ekta hathurir hathal dhore, matir dike tene namalam. Phon! Mati kete uthechilo. Turonto pa fele, pa pechiye, shach shach... boro hathuri matir sathe ghorshe ghorshe bhoyongkor shobto tulchilo, simenter matite agun-er fulki chuhte laglo. Ami khub druto dorachilam. Ek sekend, ath mitor durto periye gelam. Hansen hathuri uchu kore, ah... ekta ghorjon diye, amar mathar upor diye hathe diye arup korte laglo. Ami hathuri tene niye druto gotir modhye, jaigae ghure, shach shach shach! Ami tinbar ghurlam, bujhte parlam hathuri akash theke porbe, ami bahu kempit kore, peler modhye, ghorghor ekta ghorjon moto shobto toiri holo. Amake dao! Uporer dike! Phon! Loha-o-lohar dhokrar shobto holo. Aguner fulki chari-dike chhoriye porlo, ghorjon theke toiri howa ekta shoktishali gopon shokti bahu rasta diye beriye hathurir upor chole gelo. Ami puraton shoiniker sadharon hathurir niom bebohar korechilam. Deho ke ghora baniye, hathuri tene, dhakka diye, bahu tule upore tola. Phon erokom ekta shobto, chari-dike chhoriye pora agun-er fulkir modhye, ami chokh diye dekhlam Hansen-er hathurir hathal dora du hate fete geche. Osongkho rokto, sath-e sath-e hathurir hathal ke lal kore dilo. Hat fete jawar karone shokti chole gelo, du-ti hathuri, hothat akash-er dike chole gelo. Hansen ei shokti mene nite parlo na, she piche dike hele, pore jabar kromo holo. Kintu tar lekhar jaiga chhilo, tar sharire shokti chhilo, se komor guriye, ei shokti ke thik kore nite chailo. Ami bahu tule dilam, hathuri uthlo, dullo! Tarpor abar deho guriye, Hansen-er dike pith kore, hathurir matha nijer dike tene niye, khamkhor kore piche dike jham diye porlam, tarpor abar kompon! Er nam hathuri tene matir sathe kapor dewa. Hathurir ojon ar nijer sharirik ojon, tar sathe shei shoktishali gopon shokti bebohar korlam. Phon! Ei bhabe, thik Hansen-er pete lagedo. "Ah..." she ekta bhari awaj kore, puro shorir muhurter modhye ure gelo. Shei shathe, amar tola du-ti boro hathuri, ag-pich kore Hansen-er upor pore gelo. Tar shorir tokhon-o akashe chhilo, du-ti rokto makha hat tokhon-o ulto-palta nachchilo, hathuri dhorar chesta korchilo. Ki dhorar upaye chhilo? Ami du hate shithil kore dilam, buker kache hathuri hothat nice neme elo, phon! Matite porar sathe sathe, ami hathurir hathal guriye, shorir samne feli. Hathuri tene, ghorghor... utho! Phon! Tene tule, samne diye gha diye, thik ekta hathurir upor porlo. Sathe sathe ei eksho kile ojoner hathuri ke dhakka diyeuriye dilo. Onno hathurir thik Hansen-er mathar upor porbar kromo holo. Ami faka hat bariye dilam. Hathurir hathal dhore, sathe sathe onno bahur shokti shithil kore dilam, dan hater eksho ponchash kile ojoner hathurir ojon diye, onno hate dora eksho kile boro hathuri tule dilam. Tule, tule, amar hat abar shithil holo, ulto hat diye hathuri dhore, hathurir matha nicher dike, hothat neme elo. Thik Hansen-er kopaler majhe, jokhoni dharalo hathurir matha kopale lagbe, tokhoni dan hater shokti abar shithil holo. O-diker hathuri, ei-diker hathuri ke abar tule dilo. Eta-i holo, shokti theke shokti neo, deho diye hathuri chalano, ar hathuri diye hathuri niyontron kora! Ar oporer gulo, holo ashol puraton chiner shoiniker poddhoti. Ei paschatyer shoktishali manush, abar giye pahar khunuk, tara tader gaint songskriti khunuk! Hansen ke ami pete voy peye gechi. She matite shue chilo, ektoo narechora korchilo na, chokher modhye shudhu govir voy ar songkhi chhilo, sathe sathe, tar shorir ektu ektu kapchilo, mukh diye ki shob bolchilo, mone hoy titan ba erokom kono shobdo. Manush to manush! Nijeke bhalo rakho, nijer mukhomukhi hou, jotoi durbol hou na keno, nijeke chine nao tarpor chesta koro! Shudhu nijeke thik rakha, nijeke sabit korai ekmatro boro rasta! Ei paschatyer shoktishali manush, shudhu ekta debotar shorir ache, tar moner modhye, atmar gohire, tokhon-o ekta obodh, voy peye geche, bhiru baccha! Ami ekta awaj korlam, bahu guriye. Dui hate boro hathuri akashe ghuram. Tarpor du-ti ek sathe dhakka khelo. Phon! Boro aguner fulki akashe dekha gelo. Boshonto moto awaj kaner porda feliye debar moto chhilo. "Ye Ning kothay?" Ami ekta ghorjon dilam, piche takiye didimoni ke dekhlam. Didimoni kempit hole, ami thik dekhechilam, se sotti kempit holo. Ei meye, shokti ache, tobe, rong ostad sotti bolen ni, tar shokti hoyto rong ostader niche hobe. Shudhu rong ostad take didimoni bole, ar tara ek-i ostad-er chhilen, tai ei didimonir sathe lorai kora jay ni. Ei meye, paschatye giyechilo. Se nosto hoye geche! Didimonir mukh khub kharap chhilo, se thot kamre, hat uchu kore, kacher ekta ghorer dike angul nirdesh korlo. Ami uchu kore dekhlam, ta ekta boro lohar dorja chhilo, vetor puraton boi rakha hoto. Se Ye Ning ke keno sekhan bandhe rakhechilo? Ami ekta daat chepe, hathuri niye, du step giye, bahu tule, hathuri tule, phon! Ek ghae lohar dorjar tala fete dilo, tarpor hat bariye dorja tane. Tarpor, ami hathuri niche rakhlam. Uchu kore dekhlam, Ye Ning pa khali kore ghorer mejete dariye ache, tarpor choto ghorer modhye, amake na-chena paschatyer meyer murtite bhore geche. "Rin zo, Rin zo! Ei meye joddha bolche ami ki, ki debi, se, se pagal hoye geche!" Ye Ning kande kande, baira meyer dike angul nirdesh korlo. "Rin zo, ami tomake chai, ami tomake chai, ami protidin tomake chai, tomake kotha bhobe mori!" Ye Ning kande kande, daure ese, amar buke joriye dhorlo... Ami toke thanda bhabe alingon korlam, joriye dhorlam, tarpor shokti prayog kore, chotoder moto, ek hate tule nilam, buke joriye dhorlam... "Ning zo, voy peona, voy peona, ami esechi, ami esechi... chalo, amra bari jai, bari jai." Ye Ning kande kande bollo: "Hum, Rin zo, ami tomar sathe bari jabo, tomar sathe bari jabo, eta ki kharap ostad re, eta ki manush re, ami tomar sathe bari jabo, ami bari jabo..." Ami ghurlam, dekhlam didimoni daat chepe kache eseche. "Guan Rin, tumi amar moner jotno noshto korecho. Tar sharirer debi shokti, cholchilo, se sotti prithibir debi gaya-er atma pete pare, se purber gaya hote pare, se..." Ami didimonir dike takiye bolam: "Puraton, amake purapuri apoman korar age, onurodh korchi apnar ei totto guli tule nin, amake bolben na, ami shunteo chai na, onurodh korchi amake, Ye Ning ke bari niye jete din." "Hobe na! Tumi jete parbe na, tumi... oh, amar mone poreche, tumi uranos hote paro, se akasher debota, thik ache, tumi ar gaya, eksathe hote paro..." Didimonir chokher modhye pagal-er aguner fulki dekha gelo. Ami didimonir rup dekhlam, tar jonno amar dukh holo. Cheng andha thik bolechilo. Shokti niye poth cholte shuru korle, kono ek shomoye, bahirer jinisher dara akranto hote hoy, ar bahire jawar mon toiri hoy, bhul pothe giye jibon noshto hoy. Ami jani, sadharon manush hisebe, didimonir ei kotha guli bujhte parbe na. Kintu didimonir chokh diye, ami tar mon, tar abeg, ar tar puraton jiboner obhigota dekhechilam. Se poradeshe shikar jonno giyechilo. Se bidesher unnoto shilpo, prodjukti anubhob korar sathe sathe, tader bastob bebohar ke bhitore rekhe, se hire bidesher shobkichur proti ekta chawa toiri korechilo. Ei vitti-tei, se paschatyer pouranik byobastha-r mukhomukhi hoyechilo. Se mugdho hoyechilo, purodostur dobe gechilo. Tarpor, kolpona, ei shob devota ki bastobe kono manusher rup? Se kolpona korchilo... Ar shokti sadhonakar manush, nirdisto shomoy porjonto, kolponake chokher samne drishyo rop dite pare. Tarpor, tar svopno toiri hoyechilo. Se taite dobe thake, berete pare na, tarpor abar kolpona kore, abar dobe thake... Tar manoshik chinta bastob jiboner ashol rop theke soriye, nije ekta vashar jogote dobe geche. Sadharon manush ei obosthae gele pagal hoye jay. Kintu se shokti sadhona korechilo, tar shokti chhilo je se vashar jogot ke bastob jogoter sathe jure dite pare. Tarpor... prithibite eta-i holo, tai-chi ar paschatyer pouranik ke eksathe meshechilo ekta dayan! "Puraton, amake badha debe na." Ami ektu thanda, tar prati sokhanuver vabay bolechilam. "Bhalo Guan Rin, ami tomake jete debo na." Didimoni samne esechilo. Hat tule martei aschilo. Ami pa soriye, hat bariye, shap-er moto, shunlam... bahu tar bahur sathe jure dilo, tar shokti sune, bahu nijer theke kempit holo, pa samne feli. Kand nodlo... Ami ekta saptar awaj shonlam. Tar porer muhurte. Didimoni hat diye kand dhohore, sada mukhe matite bose porlo. Ekhuni ja holo, tar bahu amar bahur sathe jure gelo, ami shonlam, tar shokti bujhe, tar shokti ferot diye, amar shorir samne feli, kand diye tar kand ke dhakka dilam. Shokti besi chhilo, druto chhilo. Mukhro, druto chhilo, tar thik korar shujog chilo na, tar kand-er har venge dilo. Ami Ye Ning ke joriye, niche didimonir dike takiye bolam: "Puraton, apnar kajer jonno, apnar shokti ke niye newa jete pare. Kintu ami tai-chi-r na, ami apnar boroo na, ami apnar shokti nite parbo na. Aji, apnar kand vengechi, apni bhalo thakben." Ei kotha bole, ami Ye Ning ke joriye, boro pa feliye, ei hathurir ghor theke beriye elam!