"I see you are going to Delhi also; how many souls will you take this time?"
"Ten thousand." he intoned.
"I see."
He bid the entity good day, not judging, just observing.
Being slow, he arrived in Delhi many days after the disease. He was witness to a horrific scene... flies everywhere, the dead and dying in the street, bodies being burned, and oh the stench!! He stopped a local merchant and asked how badly the epidemic had hit.
"Oh, it is awful!! The worst ever; well over a hundred thousand have died!!!"
The old holy man did what he could and then got back on the road home to Bombay, where he once again met up with Cholera .
"I thought you said you were going to take ten thousand?"
"I did."
"Then HOW???"
"The rest died of FEAR!!!"