The Child 6

6
It is night.
The travellers spread their mats on the ground under the banyan tree.
A gust of wind blows out the lamp and the darkness deepens like a sleep into
  a swoon.
Someone from the crowd suddenly stands up and pointing to the leader with
  merciless finger breaks out: ‘False prophet, thou hast deceived us!’
Others take up the cry one by one, women hiss their hatred and men growl.
At last one bolder than others suddenly deals him a blow.
They cannot see his face, but fall upon him in a fury of destruction and hit
  him till he lies prone upon the ground his life extinct.
The night is still, the sound of the distant waterfall comes muffled and a faint
  breath of jasmine floats in the air.