The Wind Rider, Milarepa: Milarepa's family origins on his mother's side.

The Wind Rider, Milarepa: Milarepa's family origins on his mother's side.: The high pastures were ablaze with colour, covered in an ephemeral carpet of wild flowers where the goats, for once, had an abundant choic...

Milarepa's family origins on his mother's side.

The high pastures were ablaze with colour, covered in an ephemeral carpet of wild flowers where the goats, for once, had an abundant choice of juicy vegetation. Kargyen sat down contentedly on a flat rock, set her spindle in motion and drew out a long fine thread.

She and her brother, Jigme, had arrived in the village four years earlier, driven there by chance as they wandered the roads far from their homeland. They were the last survivors of a noble Tibetan family, the Nyang, who had vied for power in the tumultuous years after the demise of the kings and had lost everything. All their male relatives, including their father and elder brothers, had ridden out one day to meet a marauding band of mercenaries who were rampaging through the valley. They were drawn into an ambush and slaughtered down to the last man, leaving their land and stronghold defenceless.

It was only thanks to their mother’s wits that Jigme and Kargyen were still alive. She spotted the pall of smoke rising from the torched farmsteads as the looters advanced towards them. Only too aware of what they would do to herself and her two remaining children, they had loaded what they could onto some ponies and escaped up into the mountains.

A few days later, a herder told them what had happened to their men; he had seen the battle unfold before his eyes and gave them all the gory details. Unable to tend their dead, they had followed the high trails, stopping only to snatch a few hours sleep until they had left their homeland far behind them. Out of necessity, they had taken to the nomadic life with none of the comforts that their position had previously afforded them. Their grieving mother, unused to such hardship, had fallen sick and died.

Kargyen had taken on the woman’s burden while her brother, Jigme, drowned his grief in beer. He could not forget how he had pleaded with his father to let him go with them on that fateful morning. The old man had not budged; at thirteen his youngest son had been left behind to become the last male survivor of the Nyang family. Jigme would have preferred to die with his brothers rather than live with the guilt of being alive.

They had arrived in the village of Kya Ngatsa or Tsa for short, by chance and finding the locals friendly enough, had stayed over the winter. Spotting an opportunity to settle down, Jigme had taken the jewellery his mother had left his sister and exchanged some for a small house and a couple of fields, one of which he gave to Kargyen. He had apportioned the larger field and the house to himself and had bought some goats and milk cows. Never having done a hard day’s work in his life, he had no stomach for working the land and let his sister take charge of everything.

At fourteen, Kargyen had become Jigme’s most valuable asset, though she was not aware of it; he had made friends with all the young men from the best local families and entertained them well with an eye to selling his sister to the highest bidder.

Generation after generation of Kargyen’s female ancestors had been chosen for their beauty and breeding and, as luck would have it, she had taken the very best features from them all. Both her grandmothers had been daughters of Nepalese nobles, while her great, great grandmother on her father’s side, had come all the way from China, or so the story went, as the devoted handmaiden of a princess betrothed to a Tibetan king. Her beauty had a quality so rare and refined that even the other girls, ever critical of their rivals, had to admit that she was in a class of her own.

Oblivious to her brother’s schemes, Kargyen treated his friends with equal coolness earning herself a reputation for being haughty and proud. Having no authority to keep him in check, her brother bullied and tyrannised his sister, who fought back as best she could. Theirs was not a happy home.

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