The Guru stood watching the trembling Untouchable with pity and horror, his mind raging with conflicting emotions. The warrior in him wanted to hug the boy and declare to the world that he had found the most talented archer of all. The human inside him wanted to celebrate the achievement of a poor Nishada against all odds. But caste prejudice choked such foolish thoughts and he felt inexplicable hatred towards the Untouchable who had put him in such a fix.
