I inscribe this book of adventure to my son ARTHUR JOHN RIDER 
HAGGARD in the hope that in days to come he, and many other 
boys whom I shall never know, may, in the acts and thoughts of 
Allan Quatermain and his companions, as herein recorded, 
find something to help him and them to reach to what, with Sir 
Henry Curtis, I hold to be the highest rank whereto we can 
attain -- the state and dignity of English gentlemen.




CONTENTS



       INTRODUCTION
I      THE CONSUL'S YARN
II     THE BLACK HAND
III    THE MISSION STATION
IV     ALPHONSE AND HIS ANNETTE
V      UMSLOPOGAAS MAKES A PROMISE
VI     THE NIGHT WEARS ON
VII    A SLAUGHTER GRIM AND GREAT
VIII   ALPHONSE EXPLAINS
IX     INTO THE UNKNOWN
X      THE ROSE OF FIRE
XI     THE FROWNING CITY
XII    THE SISTER QUEENS
XIII   ABOUT THE ZU-VENDI PEOPLE
XIV    THE FLOWER TEMPLE
XV     SORAIS' SONG
XVI    BEFORE THE STATUE
XVII   THE STORM BREAKS
XVIII  WAR! RED WAR!
XIX    A STRANGE WEDDING
XX     THE BATTLE OF THE PASS
XXI    AWAY! AWAY!
XXII   HOW UMSLOPOGAAS HELD THE STAIR
XXIII  I HAVE SPOKEN




INTRODUCTION



December 23

'I have just buried my boy, my poor handsome boy of whom I was 
so proud, and my heart is broken.  It is very hard having only 
one son to lose him thus, but God's will be done.  Who am I that 
I should complain?  The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, 
and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late -- it does not 
matter when, in the end, it crushes us all.  We do not prostrate 
ourselves before it like the poor Indians; we fly hither and 
thither -- we cry for mercy; but it is of no use, the black Fate 
thunders on and in its season reduces us to powder.

'Poor Harry to go so soon! just when his life was opening to 
him.  He was doing so well at the hospital, he had passed his 
last examination with honours, and I was proud of them, much 
prouder than he was, I think.  And then he must needs go to that 
smallpox hospital.  He wrote to me that he was not afraid of 
smallpox and wanted to gain the experience; and now the disease 
has killed him, and I, old and grey and withered, am left to 
mourn over him, without a chick or child to comfort me.  I might 
have saved him, too -- I have money enough for both of us, and 
much more than enough -- King Solomon's Mines provided me with 
that; but I said, "No, let the boy earn his living, let him labour 
that he may enjoy rest."  But the rest has come to him before 
the labour.  Oh, my boy, my boy!

'I am like the man in the Bible who laid up much goods and builded 
barns -- goods for my boy and barns for him to store them in; 
and now his soul has been required of him, and I am left desolate.  
I would that it had been my soul and not my boy's!

'We buried him this afternoon under the shadow of the grey and 
ancient tower of the church of this village where my house is.  
It was a dreary December afternoon, and the sky was heavy with 
snow, but not much was falling.  The coffin was put down by the 
grave, and a few big flakes lit upon it.  They looked very white 
upon the black cloth!  There was a little hitch about getting 
the coffin down into the grave -- the necessary ropes had been 
forgotten: so we drew back from it, and waited in silence watching 
the big flakes fall gently one by one like heavenly benedictions, 
and melt in tears on Harry's pall.  But that was not all.  A 
robin redbreast came as bold as could be and lit upon the coffin 
and began to sing.  And then I am afraid that I broke down, and 
so did Sir Henry Curtis, strong man though he is; and as for 
Captain Good, I saw him turn away too; even in my own distress 
I could not help noticing it.'


The above, signed 'Allan Quatermain', is an extract from my diary 
written two years and more ago.  I copy it down here because 
it seems to me that it is the fittest beginning to the history 
that I am about to write, if it please God to spare me to finish 
it.  If not, well it does not matter.  That extract was penned 
seven thousand miles or so from the spot where I now lie painfully 
and slowly writing this, with a pretty girl standing by my side 
fanning the flies from my august countenance.  Harry is there 
and I am here, and yet somehow I cannot help feeling that I am 
not far off Harry.

When I was in England I used to live in a very fine house -- 
at least I call it a fine house, speaking comparatively, and 
judging from the standard of the houses I have been accustomed 
to all my life in Africa -- not five hundred yards from the old 
church where Harry is asleep, and thither I went after the funeral 
and ate some food; for it is no good starving even if one has 
just buried all one's earthly hopes.  But I could not eat much, 
and soon I took to walking, or rather limping -- being permanently 
lame from the bite of a lion -- up and down, up and down the 
oak-panelled vestibule; for there is a vestibule in my house 
in England.  On all the four walls of this vestibule were placed 
pairs of horns -- about a hundred pairs altogether, all of which 
I had shot myself.  They are beautiful specimens, as I never 
keep any horns which are not in every way perfect, unless it 
may be now and again on account of the associations connected 
with them.  In the centre of the room, however, over the wide 
fireplace, there was a clear space left on which I had fixed 
up all my rifles.  Some of them I have had for forty years, old 
muzzle-loaders that nobody would look at nowadays.  One was an 
elephant gun with strips of rimpi, or green hide, lashed round 
the stock and locks, such as used to be owned by the Dutchmen 
-- a 'roer' they call it.  That gun, the Boer I bought it from 
many years ago told me, had been used by his father at the battle 
of the Blood River, just after Dingaan swept into Natal and slaughtered 
six hundred men, women, and children, so that the Boers named 
the place where they died 'Weenen', or the 'Place of Weeping'; 
and so it is called to this day, and always will be called.  
And many an elephant have I shot with that old gun.  She always 
took a handful of black powder and a three-ounce ball, and kicked 
like the very deuce.

Well, up and down I walked, staring at the guns and the horns 
which the guns had brought low; and as I did so there rose up 
in me a great craving:  -- I would go away from this place where 
I lived idly and at ease, back again to the wild land where I 
had spent my life, where I met my dear wife and poor Harry was 
born, and so many things, good, bad, and indifferent, had happened 
to me.  The thirst for the wilderness was on me; I could tolerate 
this place no more; I would go and die as I had lived, among 
the wild game and the savages.  Yes, as I walked, I began to 
long to see the moonlight gleaming silvery white over the wide 
veldt and mysterious sea of bush, and watch the lines of game 
travelling down the ridges to the water.  The ruling passion 
is strong in death, they say, and my heart was dead that night.  
But, independently of my trouble, no man who has for forty years 
lived the life I have, can with impunity go coop himself in this 
prim English country, with its trim hedgerows and cultivated 
fields, its stiff formal manners, and its well-dressed crowds.  
He begins to long -- ah, how he longs! -- for the keen breath 
of the desert air; he dreams of the sight of Zulu impis breaking 
on their foes like surf upon the rocks, and his heart rises up 
in rebellion against the strict limits of the civilized life.

Ah! this civilization, what does it all come to?  For forty years 
and more I lived among savages, and studied them and their ways; 
and now for several years I have lived here in England, and have 
in my own stupid manner done my best to learn the ways of the 
children of light; and what have I found?  A great gulf fixed?  
No, only a very little one, that a plain man's thought may spring 
across.  I say that as the savage is, so is the white man, only 
the latter is more inventive, and possesses the faculty of combination; 
save and except also that the savage, as I have known him, is 
to a large extent free from the greed of money, which eats like 
a cancer into the heart of the white man.  It is a depressing 
conclusion, but in all essentials the savage and the child of 
civilization are identical.  I dare say that the highly civilized 
lady reading this will smile at an old fool of a hunter's simplicity 
when she thinks of her black bead-bedecked sister; and so will 
the superfine cultured idler scientifically eating a dinner at 
his club, the cost of which would keep a starving family for 
a week.  And yet, my dear young lady, what are those pretty things 
round your own neck? -- they have a strong family resemblance, 
especially when you wear that very low dress, to the savage woman's 
beads.  Your habit of turning round and round to the sound of 
horns and tom-toms, your fondness for pigments and powders, the 
way in which you love to subjugate yourself to the rich warrior 
who has captured you in marriage, and the quickness with which 
your taste in feathered head-dresses varies -- all these things 
suggest touches of kinship; and you remember that in the fundamental 
principles of your nature you are quite identical.  As for you, 
sir, who also laugh, let some man come and strike you in the 
face whilst you are enjoying that marvellous-looking dish, and 
we shall soon see how much of the savage there is in you.

There, I might go on for ever, but what is the good?  Civilization 
is only savagery silver-gilt.  A vainglory is it, and like a 
northern light, comes but to fade and leave the sky more dark.  
Out of the soil of barbarism it has grown like a tree, and, 
as I believe, into the soil like a tree it will once more, sooner 
or later, fall again, as the Egyptian civilization fell, as the 
Hellenic civilization fell, and as the Roman civilization and 
many others of which the world has now lost count, fell also.  
Do not let me, however, be understood as decrying our modern 
institutions, representing as they do the gathered experience 
of humanity applied for the good of all.  Of course they have 
great advantages -- hospitals for instance; but then, remember, 
we breed the sickly people who fill them.  In a savage land they 
do not exist.  Besides, the question will arise: How many of 
these blessings are due to Christianity as distinct from civilization?  
And so the balance sways and the story runs -- here a gain, 
there a loss, and Nature's great average struck across the two, 
whereof the sum total forms one of the factors in that mighty 
equation in which the result will equal the unknown quantity 
of her purpose.

I make no apology for this digression, especially as this is 
an introduction which all young people and those who never like 
to think (and it is a bad habit) will naturally skip.  It seems 
to me very desirable that we should sometimes try to understand 
the limitations of our nature, so that we may not be carried 
away by the pride of knowledge.  Man's cleverness is almost indefinite, 
and stretches like an elastic band, but human nature is like 
an iron ring.  You can go round and round it, you can polish 
it highly, you can even flatten it a little on one side, whereby 
you will make it bulge out the other, but you will never, while 
the world endures and man is man, increase its total circumference.  
It is the one fixed unchangeable thing -- fixed as the stars, 
more enduring than the mountains, as unalterable as the way of 
the Eternal.  Human nature is God's kaleidoscope, and the little 
bits of coloured glass which represent our passions, hopes, fears, 
joys, aspirations towards good and evil and what not, are turned 
in His mighty hand as surely and as certainly as it turns the 
stars, and continually fall into new patterns and combinations.  
But the composing elements remain the same, nor will there be 
one more bit of coloured glass nor one less for ever and ever.

This being so, supposing for the sake of argument we divide ourselves 
into twenty parts, nineteen savage and one civilized, we must 
look to the nineteen savage portions of our nature, if we would 
really understand ourselves, and not to the twentieth, which, 
though so insignificant in reality, is spread all over the other 
nineteen, making them appear quite different from what they really 
are, as the blacking does a boot, or the veneer a table.  It 
is on the nineteen rough serviceable savage portions that we 
fall back on emergencies, not on the polished but unsubstantial 
twentieth.  Civilization should wipe away our tears, and yet 
we weep and cannot be comforted.  Warfare is abhorrent to her, 
and yet we strike out for hearth and home, for honour and fair 
fame, and can glory in the blow.  And so on, through everything.

So, when the heart is stricken, and the head is humbled in the 
dust, civilization fails us utterly.  Back, back, we creep, and 
lay us like little children on the great breast of Nature, she 
that perchance may soothe us and make us forget, or at least 
rid remembrance of its sting.  Who has not in his great grief 
felt a longing to look upon the outward features of the universal 
Mother; to lie on the mountains and watch the clouds drive across 
the sky and hear the rollers break in thunder on the shore, to 
let his poor struggling life mingle for a while in her life; 
to feel the slow beat of her eternal heart, and to forget his 
woes, and let his identity be swallowed in the vast imperceptibly 
moving energy of her of whom we are, from whom we came, and with 
whom we shall again be mingled, who gave us birth, and will in 
a day to come give us our burial also.

And so in my trouble, as I walked up and down the oak-panelled 
vestibule of my house there in Yorkshire, I longed once more 
to throw myself into the arms of Nature.  Not the Nature which 
you know, the Nature that waves in well-kept woods and smiles 
out in corn-fields, but Nature as she was in the age when creation 
was complete, undefiled as yet by any human sinks of sweltering 
humanity.  I would go again where the wild game was, back to 
the land whereof none know the history, back to the savages, 
whom I love, although some of them are almost as merciless as 
Political Economy.  There, perhaps, I should be able to learn 
to think of poor Harry lying in the churchyard, without feeling 
as though my heart would break in two.

And now there is an end of this egotistical talk, and there shall 
be no more of it.  But if you whose eyes may perchance one day 
fall upon my written thoughts have got so far as this, I ask 
you to persevere, since what I have to tell you is not without 
its interest, and it has never been told before, nor will again.




CHAPTER I
THE CONSUL'S YARN


A week had passed since the funeral of my poor boy Harry, and 
one evening I was in my room walking up and down and thinking, 
when there was a ring at the outer door.  Going down the steps 
I opened it myself, and in came my old friends Sir Henry Curtis 
and Captain John Good, RN.  They entered the vestibule and sat 
themselves down before the wide hearth, where, I remember, a 
particularly good fire of logs was burning.

'It is very kind of you to come round,' I said by way of making 
a remark; 'it must have been heavy walking in the snow.'

They said nothing, but Sir Henry slowly filled his pipe and lit 
it with a burning ember.  As he leant forward to do so the fire 
got hold of a gassy bit of pine and flared up brightly, throwing 
the whole scene into strong relief, and I thought, What a splendid-looking 
man he is!  Calm, powerful face, clear-cut features, large grey 
eyes, yellow beard and hair -- altogether a magnificent specimen 
of the higher type of humanity.  Nor did his form belie his face.  
I have never seen wider shoulders or a deeper chest.  Indeed, 
Sir Henry's girth is so great that, though he is six feet two 
high, he does not strike one as a tall man.  As I looked at him 
I could not help thinking what a curious contrast my little dried-up 
self presented to his grand face and form.  Imagine to yourself 
a small, withered, yellow-faced man of sixty-three, with thin 
hands, large brown eyes, a head of grizzled hair cut short and 
standing up like a half-worn scrubbing-brush -- total weight 
in my clothes, nine stone six -- and you will get a very fair 
idea of Allan Quatermain, commonly called Hunter Quatermain, 
or by the natives 'Macumazahn' -- Anglic/CHAR: e grave/, he who 
keeps a bright look-out at night, or, in vulgar English, a sharp 
fellow who is not to be taken in.

Then there was Good, who is not like either of us, being short, 
dark, stout -- very stout -- with twinkling black eyes, in one 
of which an eyeglass is everlastingly fixed.  I say stout, but 
it is a mild term; I regret to state that of late years Good 
has been running to fat in a most disgraceful way.  Sir Henry 
tells him that it comes from idleness and over-feeding, and 
Good does not like it at all, though he cannot deny it.

We sat for a while, and then I got a match and lit the lamp that 
stood ready on the table, for the half-light began to grow dreary, 
as it is apt to do when one has a short week ago buried the hope 
of one's life.  Next, I opened a cupboard in the wainscoting 
and got a bottle of whisky and some tumblers and water.  I always 
like to do these things for myself: it is irritating to me to 
have somebody continually at my elbow, as though I were an 
eighteen-month-old baby.  All this while Curtis and Good had 
been silent, feeling, I suppose, that they had nothing to say 
that could do me any good, and content to give me the comfort 
of their presence and unspoken sympathy; for it was only their 
second visit since the funeral.  And it is, by the way, from 
the presence of others that we really derive support in our dark 
hours of grief, and not from their talk, which often only serves 
to irritate us.  Before a bad storm the game always herd together, 
but they cease their calling.

They sat and smoked and drank whisky and water, and I stood by 
the fire also smoking and looking at them.

At last I spoke.  'Old friends,' I said, 'how long is it since 
we got back from Kukuanaland?'

'Three years,' said Good.  'Why do you ask?'

'I ask because I think that I have had a long enough spell of 
civilization.  I am going back to the veldt.'

Sir Henry laid his head back in his arm-chair and laughed one 
of his deep laughs.  'How very odd,' he said, 'eh, Good?'

Good beamed at me mysteriously through his eyeglass and murmured, 
'Yes, odd -- very odd.'

'I don't quite understand,' said I, looking from one to the other, 
for I dislike mysteries.

'Don't you, old fellow?' said Sir Henry; 'then I will explain.  
As Good and I were walking up here we had a talk.'

'If Good was there you probably did,' I put in sarcastically, 
for Good is a great hand at talking.  'And what may it have been about?'

'What do you think?' asked Sir Henry.

I shook my head.  It was not likely that I should know what Good 
might be talking about.  He talks about so many things.

'Well, it was about a little plan that I have formed -- namely, 
that if you were willing we should pack up our traps and go off 
to Africa on another expedition.'

I fairly jumped at his words.  'You don't say so!' I said.

'Yes I do, though, and so does Good; don't you, Good?'

'Rather,' said that gentleman.

'Listen, old fellow,' went on Sir Henry, with considerable animation 
of manner.  'I'm tired of it too, dead-tired of doing nothing 
more except play the squire in a country that is sick of squires.  
For a year or more I have been getting as restless as an old 
elephant who scents danger.  I am always dreaming of Kukuanaland 
and Gagool and King Solomon's Mines.  I can assure you I have 
become the victim of an almost unaccountable craving.  I am sick 
of shooting pheasants and partridges, and want to have a go at 
some large game again.  There, you know the feeling -- when one 
has once tasted brandy and water, milk becomes insipid to the 
palate.  That year we spent together up in Kukuanaland seems 
to me worth all the other years of my life put together.  I dare 
say that I am a fool for my pains, but I can't help it; I long 
to go, and, what is more, I mean to go.'  He paused, and then 
went on again.  'And, after all, why should I not go?  I have 
no wife or parent, no chick or child to keep me.  If anything 
happens to me the baronetcy will go to my brother George and 
his boy, as it would ultimately do in any case.  I am of no importance 
to any one.'

'Ah!' I said, 'I thought you would come to that sooner or later.  
And now, Good, what is your reason for wanting to trek; have 
you got one?'

'I have,' said Good, solemnly.  'I never do anything without 
a reason; and it isn't a lady -- at least, if it is, it's several.'

I looked at him again.  Good is so overpoweringly frivolous.  
'What is it?' I said.

'Well, if you really want to know, though I'd rather not speak 
of a delicate and strictly personal matter, I'll tell you: I'm 
getting too fat.'

'Shut up, Good!' said Sir Henry.  'And now, Quatermain, tell 
us, where do you propose going to?'

I lit my pipe, which had gone out, before answering.

'Have you people ever heard of Mt Kenia?' I asked.

'Don't know the place,' said Good.

'Did you ever hear of the Island of Lamu?' I asked again.

'No.  Stop, though -- isn't it a place about 300 miles north of Zanzibar?'

'Yes.  Now listen.  What I have to propose is this.  That we 
go to Lamu and thence make our way about 250 miles inland to 
Mt Kenia; from Mt Kenia on inland to Mt Lekakisera, another 200 
miles, or thereabouts, beyond which no white man has to the best 
of my belief ever been; and then, if we get so far, right on 
into the unknown interior.  What do you say to that, my hearties?'

'It's a big order,' said Sir Henry, reflectively.

'You are right,' I answered, 'it is; but I take it that we are 
all three of us in search of a big order.  We want a change of 
scene, and we are likely to get one -- a thorough change.  All 
my life I have longed to visit those parts, and I mean to do 
it before I die.  My poor boy's death has broken the last link 
between me and civilization, and I'm off to my native wilds.  
And now I'll tell you another thing, and that is, that for years 
and years I have heard rumours of a great white race which is 
supposed to have its home somewhere up in this direction, and 
I have a mind to see if there is any truth in them.  If you fellows 
like to come, well and good; if not, I'll go alone.'

'I'm your man, though I don't believe in your white race,' said 
Sir Henry Curtis, rising and placing his arm upon my shoulder.

'Ditto,' remarked Good.  'I'll go into training at once.  By 
all means let's go to Mt Kenia and the other place with an 
unpronounceable name, and look for a white race that does not exist.  
It's all one to me.'

'When do you propose to start?' asked Sir Henry.

'This day month,' I answered, 'by the British India steamboat; 
and don't you be so certain that things have no existence because 
you do not happen to have heard of them.  Remember King Solomon's mines!'


Some fourteen weeks or so had passed since the date of this conversation, 
and this history goes on its way in very different surroundings.

After much deliberation and inquiry we came to the conclusion 
that our best starting-point for Mt Kenia would be from the neighbourhood 
of the mouth of the Tana River, and not from Mombassa, a place 
over 100 miles nearer Zanzibar.  This conclusion we arrived at 
from information given to us by a German trader whom we met upon 
the steamer at Aden.  I think that he was the dirtiest German 
I ever knew; but he was a good fellow, and gave us a great deal 
of valuable information.  'Lamu,' said he, 'you goes to Lamu 
-- oh ze beautiful place!' and he turned up his fat face and 
beamed with mild rapture.  'One year and a half I live there 
and never change my shirt -- never at all.'

And so it came to pass that on arriving at the island we disembarked 
with all our goods and chattels, and, not knowing where to go, 
marched boldly up to the house of Her Majesty's Consul, where 
we were most hospitably received.

Lamu is a very curious place, but the things which stand out 
most clearly in my memory in connection with it are its exceeding 
dirtiness and its smells.  These last are simply awful.  Just 
below the Consulate is the beach, or rather a mud bank that is 
called a beach.  It is left quite bare at low tide, and serves 
as a repository for all the filth, offal, and refuse of the town.  
Here it is, too, that the women come to bury coconuts in the 
mud, leaving them there till the outer husk is quite rotten, 
when they dig them up again and use the fibres to make mats with, 
and for various other purposes.  As this process has been going 
on for generations, the condition of the shore can be better 
imagined than described.  I have smelt many evil odours in the 
course of my life, but the concentrated essence of stench which 
arose from that beach at Lamu as we sat in the moonlit night 
-- not under, but on our friend the Consul's hospitable roof 
-- and sniffed it, makes the remembrance of them very poor and 
faint.  No wonder people get fever at Lamu.  And yet the place 
was not without a certain quaintness and charm of its own, though 
possibly -- indeed probably -- it was one which would quickly 
pall.

'Well, where are you gentlemen steering for?' asked our friend 
the hospitable Consul, as we smoked our pipes after dinner.

'We propose to go to Mt Kenia and then on to Mt Lekakisera,' 
answered Sir Henry.  'Quatermain has got hold of some yarn about 
there being a white race up in the unknown territories beyond.'

The Consul looked interested, and answered that he had heard 
something of that, too.

'What have you heard?' I asked.

'Oh, not much.  All I know about it is that a year or so ago 
I got a letter from Mackenzie, the Scotch missionary, whose station, 
"The Highlands", is placed at the highest navigable point of 
the Tana River, in which he said something about it.'

'Have you the letter?' I asked.

'No, I destroyed it; but I remember that he said that a man had 
arrived at his station who declared that two months' journey 
beyond Mt Lekakisera, which no white man has yet visited -- at 
least, so far as I know -- he found a lake called Laga, and that 
then he went off to the north-east, a month's journey, over desert 
and thorn veldt and great mountains, till he came to a country 
where the people are white and live in stone houses.  Here he 
was hospitably entertained for a while, till at last the priests 
of the country set it about that he was a devil, and the people 
drove him away, and he journeyed for eight months and reached 
Mackenzie's place, as I heard, dying.  That's all I know; and 
if you ask me, I believe that it is a lie; but if you want to 
find out more about it, you had better go up the Tana to Mackenzie's 
place and ask him for information.'

Sir Henry and I looked at each other.  Here was something tangible.

'I think that we will go to Mr Mackenzie's,' I said.

'Well,' answered the Consul, 'that is your best way, but I warn 
you that you are likely to have a rough journey, for I hear that 
the Masai are about, and, as you know, they are not pleasant 
customers.  Your best plan will be to choose a few picked men 
for personal servants and hunters, and to hire bearers from village 
to village.  It will give you an infinity of trouble, but perhaps 
on the whole it will prove a cheaper and more advantageous course 
than engaging a caravan, and you will be less liable to desertion.'

Fortunately there were at Lamu at this time a part of Wakwafi 
Askari (soldiers).  The Wakwafi, who are a cross between the 
Masai and the Wataveta, are a fine manly race, possessing many 
of the good qualities of the Zulu, and a great capacity for civilization.  
They are also great hunters.  As it happened, these particular 
men had recently been on a long trip with an Englishman named 
Jutson, who had started from Mombasa, a port about 150 miles 
below Lamu, and journeyed right rough Kilimanjaro, one of the 
highest known mountains in Africa.  Poor fellow, he had died 
of fever when on his return journey, and within a day's march 
of Mombasa.  It does seem hard that he should have gone off thus 
when within a few hours of safety, and after having survived 
so many perils, but so it was.  His hunters buried him, and then 
came on to Lamu in a dhow.  Our friend the Consul suggested to 
us that we had better try and hire these men, and accordingly 
on the following morning we started to interview the party, 
accompanied by an interpreter.

In due course we found them in a mud hut on the outskirts of 
the town.  Three of the men were sitting outside the hut, and 
fine frank-looking fellows they were, having a more or less civilized 
appearance.  To them we cautiously opened the object of our visit, 
at first with very scant success.  They declared that they could 
not entertain any such idea, that they were worn and weary with 
long travelling, and that their hearts were sore at the loss 
of their master.  They meant to go back to their homes and rest 
awhile.  This did not sound very promising, so by way of effecting 
a diversion I asked where the remainder of them were.  I was 
told there were six, and I saw but three.  One of the men said 
they slept in the hut, and were yet resting after their labours 
-- 'sleep weighed down their eyelids, and sorrow made their hearts 
as lead: it was best to sleep, for with sleep came forgetfulness.  
But the men should be awakened.'

Presently they came out of the hut, yawning -- the first two 
men being evidently of the same race and style as those already 
before us; but the appearance of the third and last nearly made 
me jump out of my skin.  He was a very tall, broad man, quite 
six foot three, I should say, but gaunt, with lean, wiry-looking 
limbs.  My first glance at him told me that he was no Wakwafi: 
he was a pure bred Zulu.  He came out with his thin aristocratic-looking 
hand placed before his face to hide a yawn, so I could only see 
that he was a 'Keshla' or ringed man {Endnote 1}, and that he 
had a great three-cornered hole in his forehead.  In another 
second he removed his hand, revealing a powerful-looking Zulu 
face, with a humorous mouth, a short woolly beard, tinged with 
grey, and a pair of brown eyes keen as a hawk's.  I knew my man 
at once, although I had not seen him for twelve years.  'How 
do you do, Umslopogaas?' I said quietly in Zulu.

The tall man (who among his own people was commonly known as 
the 'Woodpecker', and also as the 'Slaughterer') started, and 
almost let the long-handled battleaxe he held in his hand fall 
in his astonishment.  Next second he had recognized me, and was 
saluting me in an outburst of sonorous language which made his 
companions the Wakwafi stare.

'Koos' (chief), he began, 'Koos-y-Pagete!  Koos-y-umcool!  (Chief 
from of old -- mighty chief)  Koos!  Baba!  (father)  Macumazahn, 
old hunter, slayer of elephants, eater up of lions, clever one! 
watchful one! brave one! quick one! whose shot never misses, 
who strikes straight home, who grasps a hand and holds it to 
the death (i.e. is a true friend) Koos!  Baba!  Wise is the voice 
of our people that says, "Mountain never meets with mountain, 
but at daybreak or at even man shall meet again with man."  Behold! 
a messenger came up from Natal, "Macumazahn is dead!" cried he.  
"The land knows Macumazahn no more."  That is years ago.  And 
now, behold, now in this strange place of stinks I find Macumazahn, 
my friend.  There is no room for doubt.  The brush of the old 
jackal has gone a little grey; but is not his eye as keen, and 
are not his teeth as sharp?  Ha! ha! Macumazahn, mindest thou 
how thou didst plant the ball in the eye of the charging buffalo 
-- mindest thou --'

I had let him run on thus because I saw that his enthusiasm was 
producing a marked effect upon the minds of the five Wakwafi, 
who appeared to understand something of his talk; but now I thought 
it time to put a stop to it, for there is nothing that I hate 
so much as this Zulu system of extravagant praising -- 'bongering' 
as they call it.  'Silence!' I said.  'Has all thy noisy talk 
been stopped up since last I saw thee that it breaks out thus, 
and sweeps us away?  What doest thou here with these men -- thou 
whom I left a chief in Zululand?  How is it that thou art far 
from thine own place, and gathered together with strangers?'

Umslopogaas leant himself upon the head of his long battleaxe 
(which was nothing else but a pole-axe, with a beautiful handle 
of rhinoceros horn), and his grim face grew sad.

'My Father,' he answered, 'I have a word to tell thee, but I 
cannot speak it before these low people (umfagozana),' and he 
glanced at the Wakwafi Askari; 'it is for thine own ear.  My 
Father, this will I say,' and here his face grew stern again, 
'a woman betrayed me to the death, and covered my name with shame 
-- ay, my own wife, a round-faced girl, betrayed me; but I escaped 
from death; ay, I broke from the very hands of those who came 
to slay me.  I struck but three blows with this mine axe Inkosikaas 
-- surely my Father will remember it -- one to the right, one 
to the left, and one in front, and yet I left three men dead.  
And then I fled, and, as my Father knows, even now that I am 
old my feet are as the feet of the Sassaby {Endnote 2}, and there 
breathes not the man who, by running, can touch me again when 
once I have bounded from his side.  On I sped, and after me came 
the messengers of death, and their voice was as the voice of 
dogs that hunt.  From my own kraal I flew, and, as I passed, 
she who had betrayed me was drawing water from the spring.  I 
fleeted by her like the shadow of Death, and as I went I smote 
with mine axe, and lo! her head fell: it fell into the water 
pan.  Then I fled north.  Day after day I journeyed on; for three 
moons I journeyed, resting not, stopping not, but running on 
towards forgetfulness, till I met the party of the white hunter 
who is now dead, and am come hither with his servants.  And nought 
have I brought with me.  I who was high-born, ay, of the blood 
of Chaka, the great king -- a chief, and a captain of the regiment 
of the Nkomabakosi -- am a wanderer in strange places, a man 
without a kraal.  Nought have I brought save this mine axe; of 
all my belongings this remains alone.  They have divided my cattle; 
they have taken my wives; and my children know my face no more.  
Yet with this axe' -- and he swung the formidable weapon round 
his head, making the air hiss as he clove it -- 'will I cut another 
path to fortune.  I have spoken.'

I shook my head at him.  'Umslopogaas,' I said, 'I know thee 
from of old.  Ever ambitious, ever plotting to be great, I fear 
me that thou hast overreached thyself at last.  Years ago, when 
thou wouldst have plotted against Cetywayo, son of Panda, I warned 
thee, and thou didst listen.  But now, when I was not by thee 
to stay thy hand, thou hast dug a pit for thine own feet to fall 
in.  Is it not so?  But what is done is done.  Who can make the 
dead tree green, or gaze again upon last year's light?  Who can 
recall the spoken word, or bring back the spirit of the fallen?  
That which Time swallows comes not up again.  Let it be forgotten!

'And now, behold, Umslopogaas, I know thee for a great warrior 
and a brave man, faithful to the death.  Even in Zululand, where 
all the men are brave, they called thee the "Slaughterer", and 
at night told stories round the fire of thy strength and deeds.  
Hear me now.  Thou seest this great man, my friend' -- and I 
pointed to Sir Henry; 'he also is a warrior as great as thou, 
and, strong as thou art, he could throw thee over his shoulder.  
Incubu is his name.  And thou seest this one also; him with 
the round stomach, the shining eye, and the pleasant face.  Bougwan 
(glass eye) is his name, and a good man is he and a true, being 
of a curious tribe who pass their life upon the water, and live 
in floating kraals.

'Now, we three whom thou seest would travel inland, past Dongo 
Egere, the great white mountain (Mt Kenia), and far into the 
unknown beyond.  We know not what we shall find there; we go 
to hunt and seek adventures, and new places, being tired of sitting 
still, with the same old things around us.  Wilt thou come with 
us?  To thee shall be given command of all our servants; but 
what shall befall thee, that I know not.  Once before we three 
journeyed thus, in search of adventure, and we took with us a 
man such as thou -- one Umbopa; and, behold, we left him the 
king of a great country, with twenty Impis (regiments), each 
of 3,000 plumed warriors, waiting on his word.  How it shall 
go with thee, I know not; mayhap death awaits thee and us.  
Wilt thou throw thyself to Fortune and come, or fearest thou, 
Umslopogaas?'

The great man smiled.  'Thou art not altogether right, Macumazahn,' 
he said; 'I have plotted in my time, but it was not ambition 
that led me to my fall; but, shame on me that I should have to 
say it, a fair woman's face.  Let it pass.  So we are going to 
see something like the old times again, Macumazahn, when we fought 
and hunted in Zululand?  Ay, I will come.  Come life, come death, 
what care I, so that the blows fall fast and the blood runs red?  
I grow old, I grow old, and I have not fought enough!  And yet 
am I a warrior among warriors; see my scars' -- and he pointed 
to countless cicatrices, stabs and cuts, that marked the skin 
of his chest and legs and arms.  'See the hole in my head; the 
brains gushed out therefrom, yet did I slay him who smote, and 
live.  Knowest thou how many men I have slain, in fair hand-to-hand 
combat, Macumazahn?  See, here is the tale of them' -- and he 
pointed to long rows of notches cut in the rhinoceros-horn handle 
of his axe.  'Number them, Macumazahn -- one hundred and three 
-- and I have never counted but those whom I have ripped open 
{Endnote 3}, nor have I reckoned those whom another man had struck.'

'Be silent,' I said, for I saw that he was getting the blood-fever 
on him; 'be silent; well art thou called the "Slaughterer".  
We would not hear of thy deeds of blood.  Remember, if thou comest 
with us, we fight not save in self-defence.  Listen, we need 
servants.  These men,' and I pointed to the Wakwafi, who had 
retired a little way during our 'indaba' (talk), 'say they will not come.'

'Will not come!' shouted Umslopogaas; 'where is the dog who says 
he will not come when my Father orders?  Here, thou' -- and with 
a single bound he sprang upon the Wakwafi with whom I had first 
spoken, and, seizing him by the arm, dragged him towards us.  
'Thou dog!' he said, giving the terrified man a shake, 'didst 
thou say that thou wouldst not go with my Father?  Say it once 
more and I will choke thee' -- and his long fingers closed round 
his throat as he said it -- 'thee, and those with thee.  Hast 
thou forgotten how I served thy brother?'

'Nay, we will come with the white man,' gasped the man.

'White man!' went on Umslopogaas, in simulated fury, which a 
very little provocation would have made real enough; 'of whom 
speakest thou, insolent dog?'

'Nay, we will go with the great chief.'

'So!' said Umslopogaas, in a quiet voice, as he suddenly released 
his hold, so that the man fell backward.  'I thought you would.'

'That man Umslopogaas seems to have a curious moral ascendency 
over his companions,' Good afterwards remarked thoughtfully.




CHAPTER II
THE BLACK HAND



In due course we left Lamu, and ten days afterwards we found 
ourselves at a spot called Charra, on the Tana River, having 
gone through many adventures which need not be recorded here.  
Amongst other things we visited a ruined city, of which there 
are many on this coast, and which must once, to judge from their 
extent and the numerous remains of mosques and stone houses, 
have been very populous places.  These ruined cities are immeasurably 
ancient, having, I believe, been places of wealth and importance 
as far back as the Old Testament times, when they were centres 
of trade with India and elsewhere.  But their glory has departed 
now -- the slave trade has finished them -- and where wealthy 
merchants from all parts of the then civilized world stood and 
bargained in the crowded market-places, the lion holds his court 
at night, and instead of the chattering of slaves and the eager 
voices of the bidders, his awful note goes echoing down the ruined 
corridors.  At this particular place we discovered on a mound, 
covered up with rank growth and rubbish, two of the most beautiful 
stone doorways that it is possible to conceive.  The carving 
on them was simply exquisite, and I only regret that we had no 
means of getting them away.  No doubt they had once been the 
entrances to a palace, of which, however, no traces were now 
to be seen, though probably its ruins lay under the rising mound.

Gone! quite gone! the way that everything must go.  Like the 
nobles and the ladies who lived within their gates, these cities 
have had their day, and now they are as Babylon and Nineveh, 
and as London and Paris will one day be.  Nothing may endure.  
That is the inexorable law.  Men and women, empires and cities, 
thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed 
seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and 
all must go.  In this ruined and forgotten place the moralist 
may behold a symbol of the universal destiny.  For this system 
of ours allows no room for standing still -- nothing can loiter 
on the road and check the progress of things upwards towards 
Life, or the rush of things downwards towards Death.  The stern 
policeman Fate moves us and them on, on, uphill and downhill 
and across the level; there is no resting-place for the weary 
feet, till at last the abyss swallows us, and from the shores 
of the Transitory we are hurled into the sea of the Eternal.

At Charra we had a violent quarrel with the headman of the bearers 
we had hired to go as far as this, and who now wished to extort 
large extra payment from us.  In the result he threatened to 
set the Masai -- about whom more anon -- on to us.  That night 
he, with all our hired bearers, ran away, stealing most of the 
goods which had been entrusted to them to carry.  Luckily, however, 
they had not happened to steal our rifles, ammunition, and personal 
effects; not because of any delicacy of feeling on their part, 
but owing to the fact that they chanced to be in the charge of 
the five Wakwafis.  After that, it was clear to us that we had 
had enough of caravans and of bearers.  Indeed, we had not much 
left for a caravan to carry.  And yet, how were we to get on?

It was Good who solved the question.  'Here is water,' he said, 
pointing to the Tana River; 'and yesterday I saw a party of natives 
hunting hippopotami in canoes.  I understand that Mr Mackenzie's 
mission station is on the Tana River.  Why not get into canoes 
and paddle up to it?'

This brilliant suggestion was, needless to say, received with 
acclamation; and I instantly set to work to buy suitable canoes 
from the surrounding natives.  I succeeded after a delay of three 
days in obtaining two large ones, each hollowed out of a single 
log of some light wood, and capable of holding six people and 
baggage.  For these two canoes we had to pay nearly all our 
remaining cloth, and also many other articles.

On the day following our purchase of the two canoes we effected 
a start.  In the first canoe were Good, Sir Henry, and three 
of our Wakwafi followers; in the second myself, Umslopogaas, 
and the other two Wakwafis.  As our course lay upstream, we had 
to keep four paddles at work in each canoe, which meant that 
the whole lot of us, except Good, had to row away like galley-slaves; 
and very exhausting work it was.  I say, except Good, for, of 
course, the moment that Good got into a boat his foot was on 
his native heath, and he took command of the party.  And certainly 
he worked us.  On shore Good is a gentle, mild-mannered man, 
and given to jocosity; but, as we found to our cost, Good in 
a boat was a perfect demon.  To begin with, he knew all about 
it, and we didn't.  On all nautical subjects, from the torpedo 
fittings of a man-of-war down to the best way of handling the 
paddle of an African canoe, he was a perfect mine of information, 
which, to say the least of it, we were not.  Also his ideas of 
discipline were of the sternest, and, in short, he came the royal 
naval officer over us pretty considerably, and paid us out amply 
for all the chaff we were wont to treat him to on land; but, 
on the other hand, I am bound to say that he managed the boats admirably.

After the first day Good succeeded, with the help of some cloth 
and a couple of poles, in rigging up a sail in each canoe, which 
lightened our labours not a little.  But the current ran very 
strong against us, and at the best we were not able to make more 
than twenty miles a day.  Our plan was to start at dawn, and 
paddle along till about half-past ten, by which time the sun 
got too hot to allow of further exertion.  Then we moored our 
canoes to the bank, and ate our frugal meal; after which we ate 
or otherwise amused ourselves till about three o'clock, when 
we again started, and rowed till within an hour of sundown, when 
we called a halt for the night.  On landing in the evening, Good 
would at once set to work, with the help of the Askari, to build 
a little 'scherm', or small enclosure, fenced with thorn bushes, 
and to light a fire.  I, with Sir Henry and Umslopogaas, would 
go out to shoot something for the pot.  Generally this was an 
easy task, for all sorts of game abounded on the banks of the 
Tana.  One night Sir Henry shot a young cow-giraffe, of which 
the marrow-bones were excellent; on another I got a couple of 
waterbuck right and left; and once, to his own intense satisfaction, 
Umslopogaas (who, like most Zulus, was a vile shot with a rifle) 
managed to kill a fine fat eland with a Martini I had lent him.  
Sometimes we varied our food by shooting some guinea-fowl, or 
bush-bustard (paau) -- both of which were numerous -- with a 
shot-gun, or by catching a supply of beautiful yellow fish, with 
which the waters of the Tana swarmed, and which form, I believe, 
one of the chief food-supplies of the crocodiles.

Three days after our start an ominous incident occurred.  We 
were just drawing in to the bank to make our camp as usual for 
the night, when we caught sight of a figure standing on a little 
knoll not forty yards away, and intensely watching our approach.  
One glance was sufficient -- although I was personally unacquainted 
with the tribe -- to tell me that he was a Masai Elmoran, or 
young warrior.  Indeed, had I had any doubts, they would have 
quickly been dispelled by the terrified ejaculation of 'Masai!' 
that burst simultaneously from the lips of our Wakwafi followers, 
who are, as I think I have said, themselves bastard Masai.

And what a figure he presented as he stood there in his savage 
war-gear!  Accustomed as I have been to savages all my life, 
I do not think that I have ever before seen anything quite so 
ferocious or awe-inspiring.  To begin with, the man was enormously 
tall, quite as tall as Umslopogaas, I should say, and beautifully, 
though somewhat slightly, shaped; but with the face of a devil.  
In his right hand he held a spear about five and a half feet 
long, the blade being two and a half feet in length, by nearly 
three inches in width, and having an iron spike at the end of 
the handle that measured more than a foot.  On his left arm was 
a large and well-made elliptical shield of buffalo hide, on which 
were painted strange heraldic-looking devices.  On his shoulders 
was a huge cape of hawk's feathers, and round his neck was a 
'naibere', or strip of cotton, about seventeen feet long, by 
one and a half broad, with a stripe of colour running down the 
middle of it.  The tanned goatskin robe, which formed his ordinary 
attire in times of peace, was tied lightly round his waist, so 
as to serve the purposes of a belt, and through it were stuck, 
on the right and left sides respectively, his short pear-shaped 
sime, or sword, which is made of a single piece of steel, and 
carried in a wooden sheath, and an enormous knobkerrie.  But 
perhaps the most remarkable feature of his attire consisted of 
a headdress of ostrich-feathers, which was fixed on the chin, 
and passed in front of the ears to the forehead, and, being shaped 
like an ellipse, completely framed the face, so that the diabolical 
countenance appeared to project from a sort of feather fire-screen.  
Round the ankles he wore black fringes of hair, and, projecting 
from the upper portion of the calves, to which they were attached, 
were long spurs like spikes, from which flowed down tufts of 
the beautiful black and waving hair of the Colobus monkey.  Such 
was the elaborate array of the Masai Elmoran who stood watching 
the approach of our two canoes, but it is one which, to be appreciated, 
must be seen; only those who see it do not often live to describe 
it.  Of course I could not make out all these details of his 
full dress on the occasion of this my first introduction, being, 
indeed, amply taken up with the consideration of the general 
effect, but I had plenty of subsequent opportunities of becoming 
acquainted with the items that went to make it up.

Whilst we were hesitating what to do, the Masai warrior drew 
himself up in a dignified fashion, shook his huge spear at us, 
and, turning, vanished on the further side of the slope.

'Hulloa!' holloaed Sir Henry from the other boat; 'our friend 
the caravan leader has been as good as his word, and set the 
Masai after us.  Do you think it will be safe to go ashore?'

I did not think it would be at all safe; but, on the other hand, 
we had no means of cooking in the canoes, and nothing that we 
could eat raw, so it was difficult to know what to do.  At last 
Umslopogaas simplified matters by volunteering to go and reconnoitre, 
which he did, creeping off into the bush like a snake, while 
we hung off in the stream waiting for him.  In half an hour he 
returned, and told us that there was not a Masai to be seen anywhere 
about, but that he had discovered a spot where they had recently 
been encamped, and that from various indications he judged that 
they must have moved on an hour or so before; the man we saw 
having, no doubt, been left to report upon our movements.

Thereupon we landed; and, having posted a sentry, proceeded to 
cook and eat our evening meal.  This done, we took the situation 
into our serious consideration.  Of course, it was possible that 
the apparition of the Masai warrior had nothing to do with us, 
that he was merely one of a band bent upon some marauding and 
murdering expedition against another tribe.  But when we recalled 
the threat of the caravan leader, and reflected on the ominous 
way in which the warrior had shaken his spear at us, this did 
not appear very probable.  On the contrary, what did seem probable 
was that the part was after us and awaiting a favourable opportunity 
to attack us.  This being so, there were two things that we could 
do -- one of which was to go on, and the other to go back.  The 
latter idea was, however, rejected at once, it being obvious 
that we should encounter as many dangers in retreat as in advance; 
and, besides, we had made up our minds to journey onwards at 
any price.  Under these circumstances, however, we did not consider 
it safe to sleep ashore, so we got into our canoes, and, paddling 
out into the middle of the stream, which was not very wide here, 
managed to anchor them by means of big stones fastened to ropes 
made of coconut-fibre, of which there were several fathoms in 
each canoe.

Here the mosquitoes nearly ate us up alive, and this, combined 
with anxiety as to our position, effectually prevented me from 
sleeping as the others were doing, notwithstanding the attacks 
of the aforesaid Tana mosquitoes.  And so I lay awake, smoking 
and reflecting on many things, but, being of a practical turn 
of mind, chiefly on how we were to give those Masai villains 
the slip.  It was a beautiful moonlight night, and, notwithstanding 
the mosquitoes, and the great risk we were running from fever 
from sleeping in such a spot, and forgetting that I had the cramp 
very badly in my right leg from squatting in a constrained position 
in the canoe, and that the Wakwafi who was sleeping beside me 
smelt horribly, I really began to enjoy myself.  The moonbeams 
played upon the surface of the running water that speeded unceasingly 
past us towards the sea, like men's lives towards the grave, 
till it glittered like a wide sheet of silver, that is in the 
open where the trees threw no shadows.  Near the banks, however, 
it was very dark, and the night wind sighed sadly in the reeds.  
To our left, on the further side of the river, was a little 
sandy bay which was clear of trees, and here I could make out 
the forms of numerous antelopes advancing to the water, till 
suddenly there came an ominous roar, whereupon they all made 
off hurriedly.  Then after a pause I caught sight of the massive 
form of His Majesty the Lion, coming down to drink his fill after 
meat.  Presently he moved on, then came a crashing of the reeds 
about fifty yards above us, and a few minutes later a huge black 
mass rose out of the water, about twenty yards from me, and snorted.  
It was the head of a hippopotamus.  Down it went without a sound, 
only to rise again within five yards of where I sat.  This was 
decidedly too near to be comfortable, more especially as the 
hippopotamus was evidently animated by intense curiosity to know 
what on earth our canoes were.  He opened his great mouth, to 
yawn, I suppose, and gave me an excellent view of his ivories; 
and I could not help reflecting how easily he could crunch up 
our frail canoe with a single bite.  Indeed, I had half a mind 
to give him a ball from my eight-bore, but on reflection determined 
to let him alone unless he actually charged the boat.  Presently 
he sank again as noiselessly as before, and I saw no more of 
him.  Just then, on looking towards the bank on our right, I 
fancied that I caught sight of a dark figure flitting between 
the tree trunks.  I have very keen sight, and I was almost sure 
that I saw something, but whether it was bird, beast, or man 
I could not say.  At the moment, however, a dark cloud passed 
over the moon, and I saw no more of it.  Just then, too, although 
all the other sounds of the forest had ceased, a species of horned 
owl with which I was well acquainted began to hoot with great 
persistency.  After that, save for the rustling of trees and 
reeds when the wind caught them, there was complete silence.

But somehow, in the most unaccountable way, I had suddenly become 
nervous.  There was no particular reason why I should be, beyond 
the ordinary reasons which surround the Central African traveller, 
and yet I undoubtedly was.  If there is one thing more than another 
of which I have the most complete and entire scorn and disbelief, 
it is of presentiments, and yet here I was all of a sudden filled 
with and possessed by a most undoubted presentiment of approaching 
evil.  I would not give way to it, however, although I felt the 
cold perspiration stand out upon my forehead.  I would not arouse 
the others.  Worse and worse I grew, my pulse fluttered like 
a dying man's, my nerves thrilled with the horrible sense of 
impotent terror which anybody who is subject to nightmare will 
be familiar with, but still my will triumphed over my fears, 
and I lay quiet (for I was half sitting, half lying, in the bow 
of the canoe), only turning my face so as to command a view of 
Umslopogaas and the two Wakwafi who were sleeping alongside of 
and beyond me.

In the distance I heard a hippopotamus splash faintly, then the 
owl hooted again in a kind of unnatural screaming note {Endnote 4}, 
and the wind began to moan plaintively through the trees, 
making a heart-chilling music.  Above was the black bosom of 
the cloud, and beneath me swept the black flood of the water, 
and I felt as though I and Death were utterly alone between them.  
It was very desolate.

Suddenly my blood seemed to freeze in my veins, and my heart 
to stand still.  Was it fancy, or were we moving?  I turned my 
eyes to look for the other canoe which should be alongside of 
us.  I could not see it, but instead I saw a lean and clutching 
black hand lifting itself above the gunwale of the little boat.  
Surely it was a nightmare!  At the same instant a dim but 
devilish-looking face appeared to rise out of the water, and 
then came a lurch of the canoe, the quick flash of a knife, and 
an awful yell from the Wakwafi who was sleeping by my side (the 
same poor fellow whose odour had been annoying me), and something 
warm spurted into my face.  In an instant the spell was broken; 
I knew that it was no nightmare, but that we were attacked by 
swimming Masai.  Snatching at the first weapon that came to hand, 
which happened to be Umslopogaas' battleaxe, I struck with all 
my force in the direction in which I had seen the flash of the 
knife.  The blow fell upon a man's arm, and, catching it against 
the thick wooden gunwale of the canoe, completely severed it 
from the body just above the wrist.  As for its owner, he uttered 
no sound or cry.  Like a ghost he came, and like a ghost he went, 
leaving behind him a bloody hand still gripping a great knife, 
or rather a short sword, that was buried in the heart of our 
poor servant.

Instantly there arose a hubbub and confusion, and I fancied, 
rightly or wrongly, that I made out several dark heads gliding 
away towards the right-hand bank, whither we were rapidly drifting, 
for the rope by which we were moored had been severed with a 
knife.  As soon as I had realized this fact, I also realized 
that the scheme had been to cut the boat loose so that it should 
drift on to the right bank (as it would have done with the natural 
swing of the current), where no doubt a party of Masai were waiting 
to dig their shovel-headed spears into us.  Seizing one paddle 
myself, I told Umslopogaas to take another (for the remaining 
Askari was too frightened and bewildered to be of any use), and 
together we rowed vigorously out towards the middle of the stream; 
and not an instant too soon, for in another minute we should 
have been aground, and then there would have been an end of us.

As soon as we were well out, we set to work to paddle the canoe 
upstream again to where the other was moored; and very hard and 
dangerous work it was in the dark, and with nothing but the notes 
of Good's stentorian shouts, which he kept firing off at intervals 
like a fog-horn, to guide us.  But at last we fetched up, and 
were thankful to find that they had not been molested at all.  
No doubt the owner of the same hand that severed our rope should 
have severed theirs also, but was led away from his purpose by 
an irresistible inclination to murder when he got the chance, 
which, while it cost us a man and him his hand, undoubtedly saved 
all the rest of us from massacre.  Had it not been for that ghastly 
apparition over the side of the boat -- an apparition that I 
shall never forget till my dying hour -- the canoe would undoubtedly 
have drifted ashore before I realized what had happened, and 
this history would never have been written by me.




CHAPTER III
THE MISSION STATION



We made the remains of our rope fast to the other canoe, and 
sat waiting for the dawn and congratulating ourselves upon our 
merciful escape, which really seemed to result more from the 
special favour of Providence than from our own care or prowess.  
At last it came, and I have not often been more grateful to 
see the light, though so far as my canoe was concerned it revealed 
a ghastly sight.  There in the bottom of the little boat lay 
the unfortunate Askari, the sime, or sword, in his bosom, and 
the severed hand gripping the handle.  I could not bear the sight, 
so hauling up the stone which had served as an anchor to the 
other canoe, we made it fast to the murdered man and dropped 
him overboard, and down he went to the bottom, leaving nothing 
but a train of bubbles behind him.  Alas! when our time comes, 
most of us like him leave nothing but bubbles behind, to show 
that we have been, and the bubbles soon burst.  The hand of his 
murderer we threw into the stream, where it slowly sank.  The 
sword, of which the handle was ivory, inlaid with gold (evidently 
Arab work), I kept and used as a hunting-knife, and very useful 
it proved.

Then, a man having been transferred to my canoe, we once more 
started on in very low spirits and not feeling at all comfortable 
as to the future, but fondly hoping to arrive at the 'Highlands' 
station by night.  To make matters worse, within an hour of sunrise 
it came on to rain in torrents, wetting us to the skin, and even 
necessitating the occasional baling of the canoes, and as the 
rain beat down the wind we could not use the sails, and had to 
get along as best as we could with our paddles.

At eleven o'clock we halted on an open piece of ground on the 
left bank of the river, and, the rain abating a little, managed 
to make a fire and catch and broil some fish.  We did not dare 
to wander about to search for game.  At two o'clock we got off 
again, taking a supply of broiled fish with us, and shortly afterwards 
the rain came on harder than ever.  Also the river began to get 
exceedingly difficult to navigate on account of the numerous 
rocks, reaches of shallow water, and the increased force of the 
current; so that it soon became clear to us that we should not 
reach the Rev. Mackenzie's hospitable roof that night -- a prospect 
that did not tend to enliven us.  Toil as we would, we could 
not make more than an average of a mile an hour, and at five 
o'clock in the afternoon (by which time we were all utterly worn 
out) we reckoned that we were still quite ten miles below the 
station.  This being so, we set to work to make the best arrangements 
we could for the night.  After our recent experience, we simply 
did not dare to land, more especially as the banks of the Tana 
were clothed with dense bush that would have given cover to five 
thousand Masai, and at first I thought that we were going to 
have another night of it in the canoes.  Fortunately, however, 
we espied a little rocky islet, not more than fifteen miles of 
so square, situated nearly in the middle of the river.  For this 
we paddled, and, making fast the canoes, landed and made ourselves 
as comfortable as circumstances would permit, which was very 
uncomfortable indeed.  As for the weather, it continued to be 
simply vile, the rain coming down in sheets till we were chilled 
to the marrow, and utterly preventing us from lighting a fire.  
There was, however, one consoling circumstance about this rain; 
our Askari declared that nothing would induce the Masai to make 
an attack in it, as they intensely disliked moving about in the 
wet, perhaps, as Good suggested, because they hate the idea of 
washing.  We ate some insipid and sodden cold fish -- that is, 
with the exception of Umslopogaas, who, like most Zulus, cannot 
bear fish -- and took a pull of brandy, of which we fortunately 
had a few bottles left, and then began what, with one exception 
-- when we same three white men nearly perished of cold on the 
snow of Sheba's Breast in the course of our journey to Kukuanaland 
-- was, I think, the most trying night I ever experienced.  It 
seemed absolutely endless, and once or twice I feared that two 
of the Askari would have died of the wet, cold, and exposure.  
Indeed, had it not been for timely doses of brandy I am sure 
that they would have died, for no African people can stand much 
exposure, which first paralyses and then kills them.  I could 
see that even that iron old warrior Umslopogaas felt it keenly; 
though, in strange contrast to the Wakwafis, who groaned and 
bemoaned their fate unceasingly, he never uttered a single complaint.  
To make matters worse, about one in the morning we again heard 
the owl's ominous hooting, and had at once to prepare ourselves 
for another attack; though, if it had been attempted, I do not 
think that we could have offered a very effective resistance.  
But either the owl was a real one this time, or else the Masai 
were themselves too miserable to think of offensive operations, 
which, indeed, they rarely, if ever, undertake in bush veldt.  
At any rate, we saw nothing of them.

At last the dawn came gliding across the water, wrapped in wreaths 
of ghostly mist, and, with the daylight, the rain ceased; and 
then, out came the glorious sun, sucking up the mists and warming 
the chill air.  Benumbed, and utterly exhausted, we dragged ourselves 
to our feet, and went and stood in the bright rays, and were 
thankful for them.  I can quite understand how it is that primitive 
people become sun worshippers, especially if their conditions 
of life render them liable to exposure.

In half an hour more we were once again making fair progress 
with the help of a good wind.  Our spirits had returned with 
the sunshine, and we were ready to laugh at difficulties and 
dangers that had been almost crushing on the previous day.

And so we went on cheerily till about eleven o'clock.  Just as 
we were thinking of halting as usual, to rest and try to shoot 
something to eat, a sudden bend in the river brought us in sight 
of a substantial-looking European house with a veranda round 
it, splendidly situated upon a hill, and surrounded by a high 
stone wall with a ditch on the outer side.  Right against and 
overshadowing the house was an enormous pine, the tope of which 
we had seen through a glass for the last two days, but of course 
without knowing that it marked the site of the mission station.  
I was the first to see the house, and could not restrain myself 
from giving a hearty cheer, in which the others, including the 
natives, joined lustily.  There was no thought of halting now.  
On we laboured, for, unfortunately, though the house seemed 
quite near, it was still a long way off by river, until at last, 
by one o'clock, we found ourselves at the bottom of the slope 
on which the building stood.  Running the canoes to the bank, 
we disembarked, and were just hauling them up on to the shore, 
when we perceived three figures, dressed in ordinary English-looking 
clothes, hurrying down through a grove of trees to meet us.

'A gentleman, a lady, and a little girl,' ejaculated Good, after 
surveying the trio through his eyeglass, 'walking in a civilized 
fashion, through a civilized garden, to meet us in this place.  
Hang me, if this isn't the most curious thing we have seen yet!'

Good was right: it certainly did seem odd and out of place -- 
more like a scene out of a dream or an Italian opera than a real 
tangible fact; and the sense of unreality was not lessened when 
we heard ourselves addressed in good broad Scotch, which, however, 
I cannot reproduce.

'How do you do, sirs,' said Mr Mackenzie, a grey-haired, angular 
man, with a kindly face and red cheeks; 'I hope I see you very 
well.  My natives told me an hour ago they spied two canoes with 
white men in them coming up the river; so we have just come down 
to meet you.'

'And it is very glad that we are to see a white face again, let 
me tell you,' put in the lady -- a charming and refined-looking 
person.

We took off our hats in acknowledgment, and proceeded to introduce 
ourselves.

'And now,' said Mr Mackenzie, 'you must all be hungry and weary; 
so come on, gentlemen, come on, and right glad we are to see 
you.  The last white who visited us was Alphonse -- you will 
see Alphonse presently -- and that was a year ago.'

Meanwhile we had been walking up the slope of the hill, the lower 
portion of which was fenced off, sometimes with quince fences 
and sometimes with rough stone walls, into Kaffir gardens, just 
now full of crops of mealies, pumpkins, potatoes, etc.  In the 
corners of these gardens were groups of neat mushroom-shaped 
huts, occupied by Mr Mackenzie's mission natives, whose women 
and children came pouring out to meet us as we walked.  Through 
the centre of the gardens ran the roadway up which we were walking.  
It was bordered on each side by a line of orange trees, which, 
although they had only been planted ten years, had in the lovely 
climate of the uplands below Mt Kenia, the base of which is about 
5,000 feet above the coastline level, already grown to imposing 
proportions, and were positively laden with golden fruit.  After 
a stiffish climb of a quarter of a mile or so -- for the hillside 
was steep -- we came to a splendid quince fence, also covered 
with fruit, which enclosed, Mr Mackenzie told us, a space of 
about four acres of ground that contained his private garden, 
house, church, and outbuildings, and, indeed, the whole hilltop.  
And what a garden it was!  I have always loved a good garden, 
and I could have thrown up my hands for joy when I saw Mr Mackenzie's.  
First there were rows upon rows of standard European fruit-trees, 
all grafted; for on top of this hill the climate was so temperate 
that nearly all the English vegetables, trees, and flowers flourished 
luxuriantly, even including several varieties of the apple, which, 
generally, runs to wood in a warm climate and obstinately refuses 
to fruit.  Then there were strawberries and tomatoes (such tomatoes!), 
and melons and cucumbers, and, indeed, every sort of vegetable 
and fruit.

'Well, you have something like a garden!' I said, overpowered 
with admiration not untouched by envy.

'Yes,' answered the missionary, 'it is a very good garden, and 
has well repaid my labour; but it is the climate that I have 
to thank.  If you stick a peach-stone into the ground it will 
bear fruit the fourth year, and a rose-cutting with bloom in 
a year.  It is a lovely clime.'

Just then we came to a ditch about ten feet wide, and full of 
water, on the other side of which was a loopholed stone wall 
eight feet high, and with sharp flints plentifully set in mortar 
on the coping.

'There,' said Mr Mackenzie, pointing to the ditch and wall, 'this 
is my magnum opus; at least, this and the church, which is the 
other side of the house.  It took me and twenty natives two years 
to dig the ditch and build the wall, but I never felt safe till 
it was done; and now I can defy all the savages in Africa, for 
the spring that fills the ditch is inside the wall, and bubbles 
out at the top of the hill winter and summer alike, and I always 
keep a store of four months' provision in the house.'

Crossing over a plank and through a very narrow opening in the 
wall, we entered into what Mrs Mackenzie called her domain -- 
namely, the flower garden, the beauty of which is really beyond 
my power to describe.  I do not think I ever saw such roses, 
gardenias, or camellias (all reared from seeds or cuttings sent 
from England); and there was also a patch given up to a collection 
of bulbous roots mostly collected by Miss Flossie, Mr Mackenzie's 
little daughter, from the surrounding country, some of which 
were surpassingly beautiful.  In the middle of this garden, and 
exactly opposite the veranda, a beautiful fountain of clear water 
bubbled up from the ground, and fell into a stone-work basin 
which had been carefully built to receive it, whence the overflow 
found its way by means of a drain to the moat round the outer 
wall, this moat in its turn serving as a reservoir, whence an 
unfailing supply of water was available to irrigate all the gardens 
below.  The house itself, a massively built single-storied building, 
was roofed with slabs of stone, and had a handsome veranda in 
front.  It was built on three sides of a square, the fourth side 
being taken up by the kitchens, which stood separate from the 
house -- a very good plan in a hot country.  In the centre of 
this square thus formed was, perhaps, the most remarkable object 
that we had yet seen in this charming place, and that was a single 
tree of the conifer tribe, varieties of which grow freely on 
the highlands of this part of Africa.  This splendid tree, which 
Mr Mackenzie informed us was a landmark for fifty miles round, 
and which we had ourselves seen for the last forty miles of our 
journey, must have been nearly three hundred feet in height, 
the trunk measuring about sixteen feet in diameter at a yard 
from the ground.  For some seventy feet it rose a beautiful tapering 
brown pillar without a single branch, but at that height splendid 
dark green boughs, which, looked at from below, had the appearance 
of gigantic fern-leaves, sprang out horizontally from the trunk, 
projecting right over the house and flower-garden, to both of 
which they furnished a grateful proportion of shade, without 
-- being so high up -- offering any impediment to the passage 
of light and air.

'What a beautiful tree!' exclaimed Sir Henry.

'Yes, you are right; it is a beautiful tree.  There is not another 
like it in all the country round, that I know of,' answered Mr 
Mackenzie.  'I call it my watch tower.  As you see, I have a 
rope ladder fixed to the lowest bough; and if I want to see anything 
that is going on within fifteen miles or so, all I have to do 
is to run up it with a spyglass.  But you must be hungry, and 
I am sure the dinner is cooked.  Come in, my friends; it is but 
a rough place, but well enough for these savage parts; and I 
can tell you what, we have got -- a French cook.'  And he led 
the way on to the veranda.

As I was following him, and wondering what on earth he could 
mean by this, there suddenly appeared, through the door that 
opened on to the veranda from the house, a dapper little man, 
dressed in a neat blue cotton suit, with shoes made of tanned 
hide, and remarkable for a bustling air and most enormous black 
mustachios, shaped into an upward curve, and coming to a point 
for all the world like a pair of buffalo-horns.

'Madame bids me for to say that dinnar is sarved.  Messieurs, 
my compliments;' then suddenly perceiving Umslopogaas, who was 
loitering along after us and playing with his battleaxe, he threw 
up his hands in astonishment.  'Ah, mais quel homme!' he ejaculated 
in French, 'quel sauvage affreux!  Take but note of his huge 
choppare and the great pit in his head.'

'Ay,' said Mr Mackenzie; 'what are you talking about, Alphonse?'

'Talking about!' replied the little Frenchman, his eyes still 
fixed upon Umslopogaas, whose general appearance seemed to fascinate 
him; 'why I talk of him' -- and he rudely pointed -- 'of ce monsieur noir.'

At this everybody began to laugh, and Umslopogaas, perceiving 
that he was the object of remark, frowned ferociously, for he 
had a most lordly dislike of anything like a personal liberty.

'Parbleu!' said Alphonse, 'he is angered -- he makes the grimace.  
I like not his air.  I vanish.'  And he did with considerable rapidity.

Mr Mackenzie joined heartily in the shout of laughter which we 
indulged in.  'He is a queer character -- Alphonse,' he said.  
'By and by I will tell you his history; in the meanwhile let 
us try his cooking.'

'Might I ask,' said Sir Henry, after we had eaten a most excellent 
dinner, 'how you came to have a French cook in these wilds?'

'Oh,' answered Mrs Mackenzie, 'he arrived here of his own accord 
about a year ago, and asked to be taken into our service.  
He had got into some trouble in France, and fled to Zanzibar, 
where he found an application had been made by the French Government 
for his extradition.  Whereupon he rushed off up-country, and 
fell in, when nearly starved, with our caravan of men, who were 
bringing us our annual supply of goods, and was brought on here.  
You should get him to tell you the story.'

When dinner was over we lit our pipes, and Sir Henry proceeded 
to give our host a description of our journey up here, over which 
he looked very grave.

'It is evident to me,' he said, 'that those rascally Masai are 
following you, and I am very thankful that you have reached this 
house in safety.  I do not think that they will dare to attack 
you here.  It is unfortunate, though, that nearly all my men 
have gone down to the coast with ivory and goods.  There are 
two hundred of them in the caravan, and the consequence is that 
I have not more than twenty men available for defensive purposes 
in case they should attack us.  But, still, I will just give 
a few orders;' and, calling a black man who was loitering about 
outside in the garden, he went to the window, and addressed him 
in a Swahili dialect.  The man listened, and then saluted and 
departed.

'I am sure I devoutly hope that we shall bring no such calamity 
upon you,' said I, anxiously, when he had taken his seat again.  
'Rather than bring those bloodthirsty villains about your ears, 
we will move on and take our chance.'

'You will do nothing of the sort.  If the Masai come, they come, 
and there is an end on it; and I think we can give them a pretty 
warm greeting.  I would not show any man the door for all the 
Masai in the world.'

'That reminds me,' I said, 'the Consul at Lamu told me that he 
had had a letter from you, in which you said that a man had arrived 
here who reported that he had come across a white people in the 
interior.  Do you think that there was any truth in his story?  
I ask, because I have once or twice in my life heard rumours 
from natives who have come down from the far north of the existence 
of such a race.'

Mr Mackenzie, by way of answer, went out of the room and returned, 
bringing with him a most curious sword.  It was long, and all 
the blade, which was very thick and heavy, was to within a quarter 
of an inch of the cutting edge worked into an ornamental pattern 
exactly as we work soft wood with a fret-saw, the steel, however, 
being invariably pierced in such a way as not to interfere with 
the strength of the sword.  This in itself was sufficiently curious, 
but what was still more so was that all the edges of the hollow 
spaces cut through the substance of the blade were most beautifully 
inlaid with gold, which was in some way that I cannot understand 
welded on to the steel {Endnote 5}.

'There,' said Mr Mackenzie, 'did you ever see a sword like that?'

We all examined it and shook our heads.

'Well, I have got it to show you, because this is what the man 
who said he had seen the white people brought with him, and because 
it does more or less give an air of truth to what I should otherwise 
have set down as a lie.  Look here; I will tell you all that 
I know about the matter, which is not much.  One afternoon, just 
before sunset, I was sitting on the veranda, when a poor, miserable, 
starved-looking man came limping up and squatted down before 
me.  I asked him where he came from and what he wanted, and thereon 
he plunged into a long rambling narrative about how he belonged 
to a tribe far in the north, and how his tribe was destroyed 
by another tribe, and he with a few other survivors driven still 
further north past a lake named Laga.  Thence, it appears, he 
made his way to another lake that lay up in the mountains, "a 
lake without a bottom" he called it, and here his wife and brother 
died of an infectious sickness -- probably smallpox -- whereon 
the people drove him out of their villages into the wilderness, 
where he wandered miserably over mountains for ten days, after 
which he got into dense thorn forest, and was one day found there 
by some white men who were hunting, and who took him to a place 
where all the people were white and lived in stone houses.  Here 
he remained a week shut up in a house, till one night a man with 
a white beard, whom he understood to be a "medicine-man", came 
and inspected him, after which he was led off and taken through 
the thorn forest to the confines of the wilderness, and given 
food and this sword (at least so he said), and turned loose.'

'Well,' said Sir Henry, who had been listening with breathless 
interest, 'and what did he do then?'

'Oh! he seems, according to his account, to have gone through 
sufferings and hardships innumerable, and to have lived for weeks 
on roots and berries, and such things as he could catch and kill.  
But somehow he did live, and at last by slow degrees made his 
way south and reached this place.  What the details of his journey 
were I never learnt, for I told him to return on the morrow, 
bidding one of my headmen look after him for the night.  The 
headman took him away, but the poor man had the itch so badly 
that the headman's wife would not have him in the hut for fear 
of catching it, so he was given a blanket and told to sleep outside.  
As it happened, we had a lion hanging about here just then, 
and most unhappily he winded this unfortunate wanderer, and, 
springing on him, bit his head almost off without the people 
in the hut knowing anything about it, and there was an end of 
him and his story about the white people; and whether or no there 
is any truth in it is more than I can tell you.  What do you 
think, Mr Quatermain?'

I shook my head, and answered, 'I don't know.  There are so many 
queer things hidden away in the heart of this great continent 
that I should be sorry to assert that there was no truth in it.  
Anyhow, we mean to try and find out.  We intend to journey to 
Lekakisera, and thence, if we live to get so far, to this Lake 
Laga; and, if there are any white people beyond, we will do our 
best to find them.'

'You are very venturesome people,' said Mr Mackenzie, 
with a smile, and the subject dropped.




CHAPTER IV
ALPHONSE AND HIS ANNETTE



After dinner we thoroughly inspected all the outbuildings and 
grounds of the station, which I consider the most successful 
as well as the most beautiful place of the sort that I have seen 
in Africa.  We then returned to the veranda, where we found Umslopogaas 
taking advantage of this favourable opportunity to clean all 
the rifles thoroughly.  This was the only work that he ever did 
or was asked to do, for as a Zulu chief it was beneath his dignity 
to work with his hands; but such as it was he did it very well.  
It was a curious sight to see the great Zulu sitting there upon 
the floor, his battleaxe resting against the wall behind him, 
whilst his long aristocratic-looking hands were busily employed, 
delicately and with the utmost care, cleaning the mechanism of 
the breech-loaders.  He had a name for each gun.  One -- a double 
four-bore belonging to Sir Henry -- was the Thunderer; another, 
my 500 Express, which had a peculiarly sharp report, was 'the 
little one who spoke like a whip'; the Winchester repeaters were 
'the women, who talked so fast that you could not tell one word 
from another'; the six Martinis were 'the common people'; and 
so on with them all.  It was very curious to hear him addressing 
each gun as he cleaned it, as though it were an individual, and 
in a vein of the quaintest humour.  He did the same with his 
battle-axe, which he seemed to look upon as an intimate friend, 
and to which he would at times talk by the hour, going over all 
his old adventures with it -- and dreadful enough some of them 
were.  By a piece of grim humour, he had named this axe 'Inkosi-kaas', 
which is the Zulu word for chieftainess.  For a long while I 
could not make out why he gave it such a name, and at last I 
asked him, when he informed me that the axe was very evidently 
feminine, because of her womanly habit of prying very deep into 
things, and that she was clearly a chieftainess because all men 
fell down before her, struck dumb at the sight of her beauty 
and power.  In the same way he would consult 'Inkosi-kaas' if 
in any dilemma; and when I asked him why he did so, he informed 
me it was because she must needs be wise, having 'looked into 
so many people's brains'.

I took up the axe and closely examined this formidable weapon.  
It was, as I have said, of the nature of a pole-axe.  The haft, 
made out of an enormous rhinoceros horn, was three feet three 
inches long, about an inch and a quarter thick, and with a knob 
at the end as large as a Maltese orange, left there to prevent 
the hand from slipping.  This horn haft, though so massive, was 
as flexible as cane, and practically unbreakable; but, to make 
assurance doubly sure, it was whipped round at intervals of a 
few inches with copper wire -- all the parts where the hands 
grip being thus treated.  Just above where the haft entered the 
head were scored a number of little nicks, each nick representing 
a man killed in battle with the weapon.  The axe itself was made 
of the most beautiful steel, and apparently of European manufacture, 
though Umslopogaas did not know where it came from, having taken 
it from the hand of a chief he had killed in battle many years 
before.  It was not very heavy, the head weighing two and a half 
pounds, as nearly as I could judge.  The cutting part was slightly 
concave in shape -- not convex, as it generally the case with 
savage battleaxes -- and sharp as a razor, measuring five and 
three-quarter inches across the widest part.  From the back of 
the axe sprang a stout spike four inches long, for the last two 
of which it was hollow, and shaped like a leather punch, with 
an opening for anything forced into the hollow at the punch end 
to be pushed out above -- in fact, in this respect it exactly 
resembled a butcher's pole-axe.  It was with this punch end, 
as we afterwards discovered, that Umslopogaas usually struck 
when fighting, driving a neat round hole in his adversary's skull, 
and only using the broad cutting edge for a circular sweep, or 
sometimes in a melee.  I think he considered the punch a neater 
and more sportsmanlike tool, and it was from his habit of pecking 
at his enemy with it that he got his name of 'Woodpecker'.  Certainly 
in his hands it was a terribly efficient one.

Such was Umslopogaas' axe, Inkosi-kaas, the most remarkable and 
fatal hand-to-hand weapon that I ever saw, and one which he cherished 
as much as his own life.  It scarcely ever left his hand except 
when he was eating, and then he always sat with it under his 
leg.

Just as I returned his axe to Umslopogaas, Miss Flossie came 
up and took me off to see her collection of flowers, African 
liliums, and blooming shrubs, some of which are very beautiful, 
many of the varieties being quite unknown to me and also, I believe, 
to botanical science.  I asked her if she had ever seen or heard 
of the 'Goya' lily, which Central African explorers have told 
me they have occasionally met with and whose wonderful loveliness 
has filled them with astonishment.  This lily, which the natives 
say blooms only once in ten years, flourishes in the most arid 
soil.  Compared to the size of the bloom, the bulb is small, 
generally weighing about four pounds.  As for the flower itself 
(which I afterwards saw under circumstances likely to impress 
its appearance fixedly in my mind), I know not how to describe 
its beauty and splendour, or the indescribable sweetness of its 
perfume.  The flower -- for it has only one bloom -- rises from 
the crown of the bulb on a thick fleshy and flat-sided stem, 
the specimen that I saw measured fourteen inches in diameter, 
and is somewhat trumpet-shaped like the bloom of an ordinary 
'longiflorum' set vertically.  First there is the green sheath, 
which in its early stage is not unlike that of a water-lily, 
but which as the bloom opens splits into four portions and curls 
back gracefully towards the stem.  Then comes the bloom itself, 
a single dazzling arch of white enclosing another cup of richest 
velvety crimson, from the heart of which rises a golden-coloured 
pistil.  I have never seen anything to equal this bloom in beauty 
or fragrance, and as I believe it is but little known, I take 
the liberty to describe it at length.  Looking at it for the 
first time I well remember that I realized how even in a flower 
there dwells something of the majesty of its Maker.  To my great 
delight Miss Flossie told me that she knew the flower well and 
had tried to grow it in her garden, but without success, adding, 
however, that as it should be in bloom at this time of the year 
she thought that she could procure me a specimen.

After that I fell to asking her if she was not lonely up here 
among all these savage people and without any companions of her 
own age.

'Lonely?' she said.  'Oh, indeed no!  I am as happy as the day 
is long, and besides I have my own companions.  Why, I should 
hate to be buried in a crowd of white girls all just like myself 
so that nobody could tell the difference!  Here,' she said, giving 
her head a little toss, 'I am I; and every native for miles around 
knows the "Water-lily", -- for that is what they call me -- and 
is ready to do what I want, but in the books that I have read 
about little girls in England it is not like that.  Everybody 
thinks them a trouble, and they have to do what their schoolmistress 
likes.  Oh! it would break my heart to be put in a cage like 
that and not to be free -- free as the air.'

'Would you not like to learn?' I asked.

'So I do learn.  Father teaches me Latin and French and arithmetic.'

'And are you never afraid among all these wild men?'

'Afraid?  Oh no! they never interfere with me.  I think they 
believe that I am "Ngai" (of the Divinity) because I am so white 
and have fair hair.  And look here,' and diving her little hand 
into the bodice of her dress she produced a double-barrelled 
nickel-plated Derringer, 'I always carry that loaded, and if 
anybody tried to touch me I should shoot him.  Once I shot a 
leopard that jumped upon my donkey as I was riding along.  It 
frightened me very much, but I shot it in the ear and it fell 
dead, and I have its skin upon my bed.  Look there!' she went 
on in an altered voice, touching me on the arm and pointing to 
some far-away object, 'I said just now that I had companions; 
there is one of them.'

I looked, and for the first time there burst upon my sight the 
glory of Mount Kenia.  Hitherto the mountain had always been 
hidden in mist, but now its radiant beauty was unveiled for many 
thousand feet, although the base was still wrapped in vapour 
so that the lofty peak or pillar, towering nearly twenty thousand 
feet into the sky, appeared to be a fairy vision, hanging between 
earth and heaven, and based upon the clouds.  The solemn majesty 
and beauty of this white peak are together beyond the power of 
my poor pen to describe.  There it rose straight and sheer -- 
a glittering white glory, its crest piercing the very blue of 
heaven.  As I gazed at it with that little girl I felt my whole 
heart lifted up with an indescribable emotion, and for a moment 
great and wonderful thoughts seemed to break upon my mind, even 
as the arrows of the setting sun were breaking upon Kenia's snows.  
Mr Mackenzie's natives call the mountain the 'Finger of God', 
and to me it did seem eloquent of immortal peace and of the pure 
high calm that surely lies above this fevered world.  Somewhere 
I had heard a line of poetry,


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever,


and now it came into my mind, and for the first time I thoroughly 
understood what it meant.  Base, indeed, would be the man who 
could look upon that mighty snow-wreathed pile -- that white 
old tombstone of the years -- and not feel his own utter insignificance, 
and, by whatever name he calls Him, worship God in his heart.  
Such sights are like visions of the spirit; they throw wide 
the windows of the chamber of our small selfishness and let in 
a breath of that air that rushes round the rolling spheres, and 
for a while illumine our darkness with a far-off gleam of the 
white light which beats upon the Throne.

Yes, such things of beauty are indeed a joy for ever, and I can 
well understand what little Flossie meant when she talked of 
Kenia as her companion.  As Umslopogaas, savage old Zulu that 
he was, said when I pointed out to him the peak hanging in the 
glittering air: 'A man might look thereon for a thousand years 
and yet be hungry to see.'  But he gave rather another colour 
to his poetical idea when he added in a sort of chant, and with 
a touch of that weird imagination for which the man was remarkable, 
that when he was dead he should like his spirit to sit upon that 
snow-clad peak for ever, and to rush down the steep white sides 
in the breath of the whirlwind, or on the flash of the lightning, 
and 'slay, and slay, and slay'.

'Slay what, you old bloodhound?' I asked.

This rather puzzled him, but at length he answered --

'The other shadows.'

'So thou wouldst continue thy murdering even after death?' I said.

'I murder not,' he answered hotly; 'I kill in fair fight.  Man 
is born to kill.  He who kills not when his blood is hot is a 
woman, and no man.  The people who kill not are slaves.  I say 
I kill in fair fight; and when I am "in the shadow", as you white 
men say, I hope to go on killing in fair fight.  May my shadow 
be accursed and chilled to the bone for ever if it should fall 
to murdering like a bushman with his poisoned arrows!'  And he 
stalked away with much dignity, and left me laughing.

Just then the spies whom our host had sent out in the morning 
to find out if there were any traces of our Masai friends about, 
returned, and reported that the country had been scoured for 
fifteen miles round without a single Elmoran being seen, and 
that they believed that those gentry had given up the pursuit 
and returned whence they came.  Mr Mackenzie gave a sigh of relief 
when he heard this, and so indeed did we, for we had had quite 
enough of the Masai to last us for some time.  Indeed, the general 
opinion was that, finding we had reached the mission station 
in safety, they had, knowing its strength, given up the pursuit 
of us as a bad job.  How ill-judged that view was the sequel 
will show.

After the spies had gone, and Mrs Mackenzie and Flossie had retired 
for the night, Alphonse, the little Frenchman, came out, and 
Sir Henry, who is a very good French scholar, got him to tell 
us how he came to visit Central Africa, which he did in a most 
extraordinary lingo, that for the most part I shall not attempt 
to reproduce.

'My grandfather,' he began, 'was a soldier of the Guard, and 
served under Napoleon.  He was in the retreat from Moscow, and 
lived for ten days on his own leggings and a pair he stole from 
a comrade.  He used to get drunk -- he died drunk, and I remember 
playing at drums on his coffin.  My father --'

Here we suggested that he might skip his ancestry and come to 
the point.

'Bien, messieurs!' replied this comical little man, with a polite 
bow.  'I did only wish to demonstrate that the military principle 
is not hereditary.  My grandfather was a splendid man, six feet 
two high, broad in proportion, a swallower of fire and gaiters.  
Also he was remarkable for his moustache.  To me there remains 
the moustache and -- nothing more.

'I am, messieurs, a cook, and I was born at Marseilles.  In that 
dear town I spent my happy youth.  For years and years I washed 
the dishes at the Hotel Continental.  Ah, those were golden days!' 
and he sighed.  'I am a Frenchman.  Need I say, messieurs, that 
I admire beauty?  Nay, I adore the fair.  Messieurs, we admire 
all the roses in a garden, but we pluck one.  I plucked one, 
and alas, messieurs, it pricked my finger.  She was a chambermaid, 
her name Annette, her figure ravishing, her face an angel's, 
her heart -- alas, messieurs, that I should have to own it! -- 
black and slippery as a patent leather boot.  I loved to desperation, 
I adored her to despair.  She transported me -- in every sense; 
she inspired me.  Never have I cooked as I cooked (for I had 
been promoted at the hotel) when Annette, my adored Annette, 
smiled on me.  Never' -- and here his manly voice broke into 
a sob -- 'never shall I cook so well again.'  Here he melted 
into tears.

'Come, cheer up!' said Sir Henry in French, smacking him smartly 
on the back.  'There's no knowing what may happen, you know.  
To judge from your dinner today, I should say you were in a 
fair way to recovery.'

Alphonse stopped weeping, and began to rub his back.  'Monsieur,' 
he said, 'doubtless means to console, but his hand is heavy.  
To continue: we loved, and were happy in each other's love.  
The birds in their little nest could not be happier than Alphonse 
and his Annette.  Then came the blow -- sapristi! -- when I think 
of it.  Messieurs will forgive me if I wipe away a tear.  
Mine was an evil number; I was drawn for the conscription.  Fortune 
would be avenged on me for having won the heart of Annette.

'The evil moment came; I had to go.  I tried to run away, but 
I was caught by brutal soldiers, and they banged me with the 
butt-end of muskets till my mustachios curled with pain.  I had 
a cousin a linen-draper, well-to-do, but very ugly.  He had drawn 
a good number, and sympathized when they thumped me.  "To thee, 
my cousin," I said, "to thee, in whose veins flows the blue blood 
of our heroic grandparent, to thee I consign Annette.  Watch 
over her whilst I hunt for glory in the bloody field."

'"Make your mind easy," said he; "I will."  As the sequel shows, 
he did!

'I went.  I lived in barracks on black soup.  I am a refined 
man and a poet by nature, and I suffered tortures from the coarse 
horror of my surroundings.  There was a drill sergeant, and he 
had a cane.  Ah, that cane, how it curled!  Alas, never can I 
forget it!

'One morning came the news; my battalion was ordered to Tonquin.  
The drill sergeant and the other coarse monsters rejoiced.  
I -- I made enquiries about Tonquin.  They were not satisfactory.  
In Tonquin are savage Chinese who rip you open.  My artistic 
tastes -- for I am also an artist -- recoiled from the idea of 
being ripped open.  The great man makes up his mind quickly.  
I made up my mind.  I determined not to be ripped open.  I deserted.

'I reached Marseilles disguised as an old man.  I went to the 
house of my cousin -- he in whom runs my grandfather's heroic 
blood -- and there sat Annette.  It was the season of cherries.  
They took a double stalk.  At each end was a cherry.  My cousin 
put one into his mouth, Annette put the other in hers.  Then 
they drew the stalks in till their eyes met -- and alas, alas 
that I should have to say it! -- they kissed.  The game was a 
pretty one, but it filled me with fury.  The heroic blood of 
my grandfather boiled up in me.  I rushed into the kitchen.  
I struck my cousin with the old man's crutch.  He fell -- I had 
slain him.  Alas, I believe that I did slay him.  Annette screamed.  
The gendarmes came.  I fled.  I reached the harbour.  I hid 
aboard a vessel.  The vessel put to sea.  The captain found me 
and beat me.  He took an opportunity.  He posted a letter from 
a foreign port to the police.  He did not put me ashore because 
I cooked so well.  I cooked for him all the way to Zanzibar.  
When I asked for payment he kicked me.  The blood of my heroic 
grandfather boiled within me, and I shook my fist in his face 
and vowed to have my revenge.  He kicked me again.  At Zanzibar 
there was a telegram.  I cursed the man who invented telegraphs.  
Now I curse him again.  I was to be arrested for desertion, 
for murder, and que sais-je?  I escaped from the prison.  I fled, 
I starved.  I met the men of Monsieur le Cure.  They brought 
me here.  I am full of woe.  But I return not to France.  Better 
to risk my life in these horrible places than to know the Bagne.'

He paused, and we nearly choked with laughter, having to turn 
our faces away.

'Ah! you weep, messieurs,' he said.  'No wonder -- it is a sad 
story.'

'Perhaps,' said Sir Henry, 'the heroic blood of your 
grandparent will triumph after all; perhaps you will still be 
great.  At any rate we shall see.  And now I vote we go to bed.  
I am dead tired, and we had not much sleep on that confounded 
rock last night.'

And so we did, and very strange the tidy rooms and clean white 
sheets seemed to us after our recent experiences.




CHAPTER V
UMSLOPOGAAS MAKES A PROMISE



Next morning at breakfast I missed Flossie and asked where she was.

'Well,' said her mother, 'when I got up this morning I found 
a note put outside my door in which --  But here it is, you can 
read it for yourself,' and she gave me the slip of paper on which 
the following was written: --


'Dearest M--, -- It is just dawn, and I am off to the hills to 
get Mr Q-- a bloom of the lily he wants, so don't expect me till 
you see me.  I have taken the white donkey; and nurse and a couple 
of boys are coming with me -- also something to eat, as I may 
be away all day, for I am determined to get the lily if I have 
to go twenty miles for it.  -- Flossie.'


'I hope she will be all right,' I said, a little anxiously; 
'I never meant her to trouble after the flower.'

'Ah, Flossie can look after herself,' said her mother; 'she often 
goes off in this way like a true child of the wilderness.'  But 
Mr Mackenzie, who came in just then and saw the note for the 
first time, looked rather grave, though he said nothing.

After breakfast was over I took him aside and asked him whether 
it would not be possible to send after the girl and get her back, 
having in view the possibility of there still being some Masai 
hanging about, at whose hands she might come to harm.

'I fear it would be of no use,' he answered.  'She may be fifteen 
miles off by now, and it is impossible to say what path she has 
taken.  There are the hills;' and he pointed to a long range 
of rising ground stretching almost parallel with the course followed 
by the river Tana, but gradually sloping down to a dense bush-clad 
plain about five miles short of the house.

Here I suggested that we might get up the great tree over the 
house and search the country round with a spyglass; and this, 
after Mr Mackenzie had given some orders to his people to try 
and follow Flossie's spoor, we did.

The ascent of the mighty tree was rather an alarming performance, 
even with a sound rope-ladder fixed at both ends to climb up, 
at least to a landsman; but Good came up like a lamplighter.

On reaching the height at which the first fern-shaped boughs 
sprang from the bole, we stepped without any difficulty upon 
a platform made of boards, nailed from one bough to another, 
and large enough to accommodate a dozen people.  As for the view, 
it was simply glorious.  In ever direction the bush rolled away 
in great billows for miles and miles, as far as the glass would 
show, only here and there broken by the brighter green of patches 
of cultivation, or by the glittering surface of lakes.  To the 
northwest, Kenia reared his mighty head, and we could trace the 
Tana river curling like a silver snake almost from his feet, 
and far away beyond us towards the ocean.  It is a glorious country, 
and only wants the hand of civilized man to make it a most productive 
one.

But look as we would, we could see no signs of Flossie and her 
donkey, so at last we had to come down disappointed.  On reaching 
the veranda I found Umslopogaas sitting there, slowly and lightly 
sharpening his axe with a small whetstone he always carried with 
him.

'What doest thou, Umslopogaas?' I asked.

'I smell blood,' was the answer; and I could get no more out 
of him.

After dinner we again went up the tree and searched the surrounding 
country with a spyglass, but without result.  When we came down 
Umslopogaas was still sharpening Inkosi-kaas, although she already 
had an edge like a razor.  Standing in front of him, and regarding 
him with a mixture of fear and fascination, was Alphonse.  And 
certainly he did seem an alarming object -- sitting there, Zulu 
fashion, on his haunches, a wild look upon his intensely savage 
and yet intellectual face, sharpening, sharpening, sharpening 
at the murderous-looking axe.

'Oh, the monster, the horrible man!' said the little French cook, 
lifting his hands in amazement.  'See but the hole in his head; 
the skin beats on it up and down like a baby's!  Who would nurse 
such a baby?' and he burst out laughing at the idea.

For a moment Umslopogaas looked up from his sharpening, and a 
sort of evil light played in his dark eyes.

'What does the little "buffalo-heifer" [so named by Umslopogaas, 
on account of his mustachios and feminine characteristics] say?  
Let him be careful, or I will cut his horns.  Beware, little 
man monkey, beware!'

Unfortunately Alphonse, who was getting over his fear of him, 
went on laughing at 'ce drole d'un monsieur noir'.  I was about 
to warn him to desist, when suddenly the huge Zulu bounded off 
the veranda on to the open space where Alphonse was standing, 
his features alive with a sort of malicious enthusiasm, and began 
swinging the axe round and round over the Frenchman's head.

'Stand still,' I shouted; 'do not move as you value your life 
-- he will not hurt you;' but I doubt if Alphonse heard me, being, 
fortunately for himself, almost petrified with horror.

Then followed the most extraordinary display of sword, or rather 
of axemanship, that I ever saw.  First of all the axe went flying 
round and round over the top of Alphonse's head, with an angry 
whirl and such extraordinary swiftness that it looked like a 
continuous band of steel, ever getting nearer and yet nearer 
to that unhappy individual's skull, till at last it grazed it 
as it flew.  Then suddenly the motion was changed, and it seemed 
to literally flow up and down his body and limbs, never more 
than an eighth of an inch from them, and yet never striking them.  
It was a wonderful sight to see the little man fixed there, 
having apparently realized that to move would be to run the risk 
of sudden death, while his black tormentor towered over him, 
and wrapped him round with the quick flashes of the axe.  For 
a minute or more this went on, till suddenly I saw the moving 
brightness travel down the side of Alphonse's face, and then 
outwards and stop.  As it did so a tuft of something black fell 
to the ground; it was the tip of one of the little Frenchman's 
curling mustachios.

Umslopogaas leant upon the handle of Inkosi-kaas, and broke into 
a long, low laugh; and Alphonse, overcome with fear, sank into 
a sitting posture on the ground, while we stood astonished at 
this exhibition of almost superhuman skill and mastery of a weapon.  
'Inkosi-kaas is sharp enough,' he shouted; 'the blow that clipped 
the "buffalo-heifer's" horn would have split a man from the crown 
to the chin.  Few could have struck it but I; none could have 
struck it and not taken off the shoulder too.  Look, thou little 
heifer!  Am I a good man to laugh at, thinkest thou?  For a space 
hast thou stood within a hair's-breadth of death.  Laugh not 
again, lest the hair's-breadth be wanting.  I have spoken.'

'What meanest thou by such mad tricks?' I asked of Umslopogaas, 
indignantly.  'Surely thou art mad.  Twenty times didst thou 
go near to slaying the man.'

'And yet, Macumazahn, I slew not.  Thrice as Inkosi-kaas flew 
the spirit entered into me to end him, and send her crashing 
through his skull; but I did not.  Nay, it was but a jest; but 
tell the "heifer" that it is not well to mock at such as I.  
Now I go to make a shield, for I smell blood, Macumazahn -- of 
a truth I smell blood.  Before the battle hast thou not seen 
the vulture grow of a sudden in the sky?  They smell the blood, 
Macumazahn, and my scent is more keen than theirs.  There is 
a dry ox-hide down yonder; I go to make a shield.'

'That is an uncomfortable retainer of yours,' said Mr Mackenzie, 
who had witnessed this extraordinary scene.  'He has frightened 
Alphonse out of his wits; look!' and he pointed to the Frenchman, 
who, with a scared white face and trembling limbs, was making 
his way into the house.  'I don't think that he will ever laugh 
at "le monsieur noir" again.'

'Yes,' answered I, 'it is ill jesting with such as he.  When 
he is roused he is like a fiend, and yet he has a kind heart 
in his own fierce way.  I remember years ago seeing him nurse 
a sick child for a week.  He is a strange character, but true 
as steel, and a strong stick to rest on in danger.'

'He says he smells blood,' said Mr Mackenzie.  'I only trust 
he is not right.  I am getting very fearful about my little girl.  
She must have gone far, or she would be home by now.  It is 
half-past three o'clock.'

I pointed out that she had taken food with her, and very likely 
would not in the ordinary course of events return till nightfall; 
but I myself felt very anxious, and fear that my anxiety betrayed 
itself.

Shortly after this, the people whom Mr Mackenzie had sent out 
to search for Flossie returned, stating that they had followed 
the spoor of the donkey for a couple of miles and had then lost 
it on some stony ground, nor could they discover it again.  They 
had, however, scoured the country far and wide, but without success.

After this the afternoon wore drearily on, and towards evening, 
there still being no signs of Flossie, our anxiety grew very 
keen.  As for the poor mother, she was quite prostrated by her 
fears, and no wonder, but the father kept his head wonderfully 
well.  Everything that could be done was done: people were sent 
out in all directions, shots were fired, and a continuous outlook 
kept from the great tree, but without avail.

And then it grew dark, and still no sign of fair-haired little 
Flossie.

At eight o'clock we had supper.  It was but a sorrowful meal, 
and Mrs Mackenzie did not appear at it.  We three also were very 
silent, for in addition to our natural anxiety as to the fate 
of the child, we were weighed down by the sense that we had brought 
this trouble on the head of our kind host.  When supper was nearly 
at an end I made an excuse to leave the table.  I wanted to get 
outside and think the situation over.  I went on to the veranda 
and, having lit my pipe, sat down on a seat about a dozen feet 
from the right-hand end of the structure, which was, as the reader 
may remember, exactly opposite one of the narrow doors of the 
protecting wall that enclosed the house and flower garden.  I 
had been sitting there perhaps six or seven minutes when I thought 
I heard the door move.  I looked in that direction and I listened, 
but, being unable to make out anything, concluded that I must 
have been mistaken.  It was a darkish night, the moon not having 
yet risen.

Another minute passed, when suddenly something round fell with 
a soft but heavy thud upon the stone flooring of the veranda, 
and came bounding and rolling along past me.  For a moment I 
did not rise, but sat wondering what it could be.  Finally, I 
concluded it must have been an animal.  Just then, however, another 
idea struck me, and I got up quick enough.  The thing lay quite 
still a few feet beyond me.  I put down my hand towards it and 
it did not move: clearly it was not an animal.  My hand touched 
it.  It was soft and warm and heavy.  Hurriedly I lifted it and 
held it up against the faint starlight.

It was a newly severed human head!

I am an old hand and not easily upset, but I own that that ghastly 
sight made me feel sick.  How had the thing come there?  Whose 
was it?  I put it down and ran to the little doorway.  I could 
see nothing, hear nobody.  I was about to go out into the darkness 
beyond, but remembering that to do so was to expose myself to 
the risk of being stabbed, I drew back, shut the door, and bolted it.  
Then I returned to the veranda, and in as careless a voice as 
I could command called Curtis.  I fear, however, that my tones 
must have betrayed me, for not only Sir Henry but also Good and 
Mackenzie rose from the table and came hurrying out.

'What is it?' said the clergyman, anxiously.

Then I had to tell them.

Mr Mackenzie turned pale as death under his red skin.  We were 
standing opposite the hall door, and there was a light in it 
so that I could see.  He snatched the head up by the hair and 
held it against the light.

'It is the head of one of the men who accompanied Flossie,' he 
said with a gasp.  'Thank God it is not hers!'

We all stood and stared at each other aghast.  What was to be done?

Just then there was a knocking at the door that I had bolted, 
and a voice cried, 'Open, my father, open!'

The door was unlocked, and in sped a terrified man.  He was one 
of the spies who had been sent out.

'My father,' he cried, 'the Masai are on us!  A great body of 
them have passed round the hill and are moving towards the old 
stone kraal down by the little stream.  My father, make strong 
thy heart!  In the midst of them I saw the white ass, and on 
it sat the Water-lily [Flossie].  An Elmoran [young warrior] 
led the ass, and by its side walked the nurse weeping.  The men 
who went with her in the morning I saw not.'

'Was the child alive?' asked Mr Mackenzie, hoarsely.

'She was white as the snow, but well, my father.  They passed 
quite close to me, and looking up from where I lay hid I saw 
her face against the sky.'

'God help her and us!' groaned the clergyman.

'How many are there of them?' I asked.

'More than two hundred -- two hundred and half a hundred.'

'Once more we looked one on the other.  What was to be done?  
Just then there rose a loud insistent cry outside the wall.

'Open the door, white man; open the door!  A herald -- a herald 
to speak with thee.'  Thus cried the voice.

Umslopogaas ran to the wall, and, reaching with his long arms 
to the coping, lifted his head above it and gazed over.

'I see but one man,' he said.  'He is armed, and carries a basket 
in his hand.'

'Open the door,' I said.  'Umslopogaas, take thine axe and stand 
thereby.  Let one man pass.  If another follows, slay.'

The door was unbarred.  In the shadow of the wall stood Umslopogaas, 
his axe raised above his head to strike.  Just then the moon 
came out.  There was a moment's pause, and then in stalked a 
Masai Elmoran, clad in the full war panoply that I have already 
described, but bearing a large basket in his hand.  The moonlight 
shone bright upon his great spear as he walked.  He was physically 
a splendid man, apparently about thirty-five years of age.  Indeed, 
none of the Masai that I saw were under six feet high, though 
mostly quite young.  When he got opposite to us he halted, put 
down the basket, and stuck the spike of his spear into the ground, 
so that it stood upright.

'Let us talk,' he said.  'The first messenger we sent to you 
could not talk;' and he pointed to the head which lay upon the 
paving of the stoep -- a ghastly sight in the moonlight; 'but 
I have words to speak if ye have ears to hear.  Also I bring 
presents;' and he pointed to the basket and laughed with an air 
of swaggering insolence that is perfectly indescribable, and 
yet which one could not but admire, seeing that he was surrounded 
by enemies.

'Say on,' said Mr Mackenzie.

'I am the "Lygonani" [war captain] of a part of the Masai of 
the Guasa Amboni.  I and my men followed these three white men,' 
and he pointed to Sir Henry, Good, and myself, 'but they were 
too clever for us, and escaped hither.  We have a quarrel with 
them, and are going to kill them.'

'Are you, my friend?' said I to myself.

'In following these men we this morning caught two black men, 
one black woman, a white donkey, and a white girl.  One of the 
black men we killed -- there is his head upon the pavement; the 
other ran away.  The black woman, the little white girl, and 
the white ass we took and brought with us.  In proof thereof 
have I brought this basket that she carried.  Is it not thy 
daughter's basket?'

Mr Mackenzie nodded, and the warrior went on.

'Good!  With thee and thy daughter we have no quarrel, nor do 
we wish to harm thee, save as to thy cattle, which we have already 
gathered, two hundred and forty head -- a beast for every man's 
father.' {Endnote 6}

Here Mr Mackenzie gave a groan, as he greatly valued this herd 
of cattle, which he bred with much care and trouble.

'So, save for the cattle, thou mayst go free; more especially,' 
he added frankly, glancing at the wall, 'as this place would 
be a difficult one to take.  But as to these men it is otherwise; 
we have followed them for nights and days, and must kill them.  
Were we to return to our kraal without having done so, all the 
girls would make a mock of us.  So, however troublesome it 
may be, they must die.

'Now I have a proposition for thee.  We would not harm the 
little girl; she is too fair to harm, and has besides a brave spirit.  
Give us one of these three men -- a life for a life -- and we 
will let her go, and throw in the black woman with her also.  
This is a fair offer, white man.  We ask but for one, not for 
the three; we must take another opportunity to kill the other 
two.  I do not even pick my man, though I should prefer the big 
one,' pointing to Sir Henry; 'he looks strong, and would die 
more slowly.'

'And if I say I will not yield the man?' said Mr Mackenzie.

'Nay, say not so, white man,' answered the Masai, 'for then thy 
daughter dies at dawn, and the woman with her says thou hast 
no other child.  Were she older I would take her for a servant; 
but as she is so young I will slay her with my own hand -- ay, 
with this very spear.  Thou canst come and see, an' thou wilt.  
I give thee a safe conduct;' and the fiend laughed aloud as 
his brutal jest.

Meanwhile I had been thinking rapidly, as one does in emergencies, 
and had come to the conclusion that I would exchange myself against 
Flossie.  I scarcely like to mention the matter for fear it should 
be misunderstood.  Pray do not let any one be misled into thinking 
that there was anything heroic about this, or any such nonsense.  
It was merely a matter of common sense and common justice.  
My life was an old and worthless one, hers was young and valuable.  
Her death would pretty well kill her father and mother also, 
whilst nobody would be much the worse for mine; indeed, several 
charitable institutions would have cause to rejoice thereat.  
It was indirectly through me that the dear little girl was in 
her present position.  Lastly, a man was better fitted to meet 
death in such a peculiarly awful form than a sweet young girl.  
Not, however, that I meant to let these gentry torture me to 
death -- I am far too much of a coward to allow that, being naturally 
a timid man; my plan was to see the girl safely exchanged and 
then to shoot myself, trusting that the Almighty would take the 
peculiar circumstances of the case into consideration and pardon 
the act.  All this and more went through my mind in very few 
seconds.

'All right, Mackenzie,' I said, 'you can tell the man that I 
will exchange myself against Flossie, only I stipulate that she 
shall be safely in this house before they kill me.'

'Eh?' said Sir Henry and Good simultaneously.  'That you don't.'

'No, no,' said Mr Mackenzie.  'I will have no man's blood upon 
my hands.  If it please God that my daughter should die this 
awful death, His will be done.  You are a brave man (which I 
am not by any means) and a noble man, Quatermain, but you shall 
not go.'

'If nothing else turns up I shall go,' I said decidedly.

'This is an important matter,' said Mackenzie, addressing the 
Lygonani, 'and we must think it over.  You shall have our answer 
at dawn.'

'Very well, white man,' answered the savage indifferently; 'only 
remember if thy answer is late thy little white bud will never 
grow into a flower, that is all, for I shall cut it with this,' 
and he touched the spear.  'I should have thought that thou wouldst 
play a trick and attack us at night, but I know from the woman 
with the girl that your men are down at the coast, and that thou 
hast but twenty men here.  It is not wise, white man,' he added 
with a laugh, 'to keep so small a garrison for you "boma" [kraal].  
Well, good night, and good night to you also, other white men, 
whose eyelids I shall soon close once and for all.  At dawn thou 
wilt bring me word.  If not, remember it shall be as I have said.'  
Then turning to Umslopogaas, who had all the while been standing 
behind him and shepherding him as it were, 'Open the door for 
me, fellow, quick now.'

This was too much for the old chief's patience.  For the last 
ten minutes his lips had been, figuratively speaking, positively 
watering over the Masai Lygonani, and this he could not stand.  
Placing his long hand on the Elmoran's shoulder he gripped it 
and gave him such a twist as brought him face to face with himself.  
Then, thrusting his fierce countenance to within a few inches 
of the Masai's evil feather-framed features, he said in a low 
growling voice: --

'Seest thou me?'

'Ay, fellow, I see thee.'

'And seest thou this?' and he held Inkosi-kaas before his eyes.

'Ay, fellow, I see the toy; what of it?'

'Thou Masai dog, thou boasting windbag, thou capturer of little 
girls, with this "toy" will I hew thee limb from limb.  Well 
for thee that thou art a herald, or even now would I strew thy 
members about the grass.'

The Masai shook his great spear and laughed loud and long as 
he answered, 'I would that thou stoodst against me man to man, 
and we would see,' and again he turned to go still laughing.

'Thou shalt stand against me man to man, be not afraid,' replied 
Umslopogaas, still in the same ominous voice.  'Thou shalt stand 
face to face with Umslopogaas, of the blood of Chaka, of the 
people of the Amazulu, a captain in the regiment of the Nkomabakosi, 
as many have done before, and bow thyself to Inkosi-kaas, as 
many have done before.  Ay, laugh on, laugh on! tomorrow night 
shall the jackals laugh as they crunch thy ribs.'

When the Lygonani had gone, one of us thought of opening the 
basket he had brought as a proof that Flossie was really their 
prisoner.  On lifting the lid it was found to contain a most 
lovely specimen of both bulb and flower of the Goya lily, which 
I have already described, in full bloom and quite uninjured, 
and what was more a note in Flossie's childish hand written in 
pencil upon a greasy piece of paper that had been used to wrap 
up some food in: --


'Dearest Father and Mother,' ran the note, 'The Masai caught 
us when we were coming home with the lily.  I tried to escape 
but could not.  They killed Tom: the other man ran away.  They 
have not hurt nurse and me, but say that they mean to exchange 
us against one of Mr Quatermain's party.  I will have nothing 
of the sort.  Do not let anybody give his life for me.  Try and 
attack them at night; they are going to feast on three bullocks 
they have stolen and killed.  I have my pistol, and if no help 
comes by dawn I will shoot myself.  They shall not kill me.  
If so, remember me always, dearest father and mother.  I am very 
frightened, but I trust in God.  I dare not write any more as 
they are beginning to notice.  Goodbye.  -- Flossie.'


Scrawled across the outside of this was 'Love to Mr Quatermain.  
They are going to take the basket, so he will get the lily.'

When I read those words, written by that brave little girl in 
an hour of danger sufficiently near and horrible to have turned 
the brain of a strong man, I own I wept, and once more in my 
heart I vowed that she should not die while my life could be 
given to save her.

Then eagerly, quickly, almost fiercely, we fell to discussing 
the situation.  Again I said that I would go, and again Mackenzie 
negatived it, and Curtis and Good, like the true men that they 
are, vowed that, if I did, they would go with me, and die back 
to back with me.

'It is,' I said at last, 'absolutely necessary that an effort 
of some sort should be made before the morning.'

'Then let us attack them with what force we can muster, and take 
our chance,' said Sir Henry.

'Ay, ay,' growled Umslopogaas, in Zulu; 'spoken like a man, Incubu.  
What is there to be afraid of?  Two hundred and fifty Masai, 
forsooth!  How many are we?  The chief there [Mr Mackenzie] has 
twenty men, and thou, Macumazahn, hast five men, and there are 
also five white men -- that is, thirty men in all -- enough, 
enough.  Listen now, Macumazahn, thou who art very clever and 
old in war.  What says the maid?  These men eat and make merry; 
let it be their funeral feast.  What said the dog whom I hope 
to hew down at daybreak?  That he feared no attack because we 
were so few.  Knowest thou the old kraal where the men have camped?  
I saw it this morning; it is thus:' and he drew an oval on the 
floor; 'here is the big entrance, filled up with thorn bushes, 
and opening on to a steep rise.  Why, Incubu, thou and I with 
axes will hold it against an hundred men striving to break out!  
Look, now; thus shall the battle go.  Just as the light begins 
to glint upon the oxen's horns -- not before, or it will be too 
dark, and not later, or they will be awakening and perceive us 
-- let Bougwan creep round with ten men to the top end of the 
kraal, where the narrow entrance is.  Let them silently slay 
the sentry there so that he makes no sound, and stand ready.  
Then, Incubu, let thee and me and one of the Askari -- the one 
with the broad chest -- he is a brave man -- creep to the wide 
entrance that is filled with thorn bushes, and there also slay 
the sentry, and armed with battleaxes take our stand also one 
on each side of the pathway, and one a few paces beyond to deal 
with such as pass the twain at the gate.  It is there that the 
rush will come.  That will leave sixteen men.  Let these men 
be divided into two parties, with one of which shalt thou go, 
Macumazahn, and with one the "praying man" [Mr Mackenzie], and, 
all armed with rifles, let them make their way one to the right 
side of the kraal and one to the left; and when thou, Macumazahn, 
lowest like an ox, all shall open fire with the guns upon the 
sleeping men, being very careful not to hit the little maid.  
Then shall Bougwan at the far end and his ten men raise the 
war-cry, and, springing over the wall, put the Masai there to 
the sword.  And it shall happen that, being yet heavy with food 
and sleep, and bewildered by the firing of the guns, the falling 
of men, and the spears of Bougwan, the soldiers shall rise and 
rush like wild game towards the thorn-stopped entrance, and there 
the bullets from either side shall plough through them, and there 
shall Incubu and the Askari and I wait for those who break across.  
Such is my plan, Macumazahn; if thou hast a better, name it.'

When he had done, I explained to the others such portions of 
his scheme as they had failed to understand, and they all joined 
with me in expressing the greatest admiration of the acute and 
skilful programme devised by the old Zulu, who was indeed, in 
his own savage fashion, the finest general I ever knew.  After 
some discussion we determined to accept the scheme, as it stood, 
it being the only one possible under the circumstances, and giving 
the best chance of success that such a forlorn hope would admit 
of -- which, however, considering the enormous odds and the character 
of our foe, was not very great.

'Ah, old lion!' I said to Umslopogaas, 'thou knowest how to lie 
in wait as well as how to bite, where to seize as well as where 
to hang on.'

'Ay, ay, Macumazahn,' he answered.  'For thirty years have I 
been a warrior, and have seen many things.  It will be a good fight.  
I smell blood -- I tell thee, I smell blood.'




CHAPTER VI
THE NIGHT WEARS ON



As may be imagined, at the very first sign of a Masai the entire 
population of the Mission Station had sought refuge inside the 
stout stone wall, and were now to be seen -- men, women, and 
countless children -- huddled up together in little groups, and 
all talking at once in awed tones of the awfulness of Masai manners 
and customs, and of the fate that they had to expect if those 
bloodthirsty savages succeeded in getting over the stone wall.

Immediately after we had settled upon the outline of our plan 
of action as suggested by Umslopogaas, Mr Mackenzie sent for 
four sharp boys of from twelve to fifteen years of age, and despatched 
them to various points where they could keep an outlook upon 
the Masai camp, with others to report from time to time what 
was going on.  Other lads and even women were stationed at intervals 
along the wall in order to guard against the possibility of surprise.

After this the twenty men who formed his whole available fighting 
force were summoned by our host into the square formed by the 
house, and there, standing by the bole of the great conifer, 
he earnestly addressed them and our four Askari.  Indeed, it 
formed a very impressive scene -- one not likely to be forgotten 
by anybody who witnessed it.  Immediately by the tree stood the 
angular form of Mr Mackenzie, one arm outstretched as he talked, 
and the other resting against the giant bole, his hat off, and 
his plain but kindly face clearly betraying the anguish of his 
mind.  Next to him was his poor wife, who, seated on a chair, 
had her face hidden in her hand.  On the other side of her was 
Alphonse, looking exceedingly uncomfortable, and behind him stood 
the three of us, with Umslopogaas' grim and towering form in 
the background, resting, as usual, on his axe.  In front stood 
and squatted the group of armed men -- some with rifles in their 
hands, and others with spears and shields -- following with eager 
attention every word that fell from the speaker's lips.  The 
white light of the moon peering in beneath the lofty boughs threw 
a strange wild glamour over the scene, whilst the melancholy 
soughing of the night wind passing through the millions of pine 
needles overhead added a sadness of its own to what was already 
a sufficiently tragic occasion.

'Men,' said Mr Mackenzie, after he had put all the circumstances 
of the case fully and clearly before them, and explained to them 
the proposed plan of our forlorn hope -- 'men, for years I have 
been a good friend to you, protecting you, teaching you, guarding 
you and yours from harm, and ye have prospered with me.  Ye have 
seen my child -- the Water-lily, as ye call her -- grow year 
by year, from tenderest infancy to tender childhood, and from 
childhood on towards maidenhood.  She has been your children's 
playmate, she has helped to tend you when sick, and ye have loved 
her.'

'We have,' said a deep voice, 'and we will die to save her.'

'I thank you from my heart -- I thank you.  Sure am I that now, 
in this hour of darkest trouble; now that her young life is like 
to be cut off by cruel and savage men -- who of a truth "know 
not what they do" -- ye will strive your best to save her, and 
to save me and her mother from broken hearts.  Think, too, of 
your own wives and children.  If she dies, her death will be 
followed by an attack upon us here, and at the best, even if 
we hold our own, your houses and gardens will be destroyed, and 
your goods and cattle swept away.  I am, as ye well know, a man 
of peace.  Never in all these years have I lifted my hand to 
shed man's blood; but now I say strike, strike, in the name of 
God, Who bade us protect our lives and homes.  Swear to me,' 
he went on with added fervour -- 'swear to me that whilst a man 
of you remains alive ye will strive your uttermost with me and 
with these brave white men to save the child from a bloody and 
cruel death.'

'Say no more, my father,' said the same deep voice, that belonged 
to a stalwart elder of the Mission; 'we swear it.  May we and 
ours die the death of dogs, and our bones be thrown to the jackals 
and the kites, if we break the oath!  It is a fearful thing to 
do, my father, so few to strike at so many, yet will we do it 
or die in the doing.  We swear!'

'Ay, thus say we all,' chimed in the others.

'Thus say we all,' said I.

'It is well,' went on Mr Mackenzie.  'Ye are true men and not 
broken reeds to lean on.  And now, friends -- white and black 
together -- let us kneel and offer up our humble supplication 
to the Throne of Power, praying that He in the hollow of Whose 
hand lie all our lives, Who giveth life and giveth death, may 
be pleased to make strong our arms that we may prevail in what 
awaits us at the morning's light.'

And he knelt down, an example that we all followed except Umslopogaas, 
who still stood in the background, grimly leaning on Inkosi-kaas.  
The fierce old Zulu had no gods and worshipped nought, unless 
it were his battleaxe.

'Oh God of gods!' began the clergyman, his deep voice, tremulous 
with emotion, echoing up in the silence even to the leafy roof; 
'Protector of the oppressed, Refuge of those in danger, Guardian 
of the helpless, hear Thou our prayer!  Almighty Father, to Thee 
we come in supplication.  Hear Thou our prayer!  Behold, one 
child hast Thou given us -- an innocent child, nurtured in Thy 
knowledge -- and now she lies beneath the shadow of the sword, 
in danger of a fearful death at the hands of savage men.  Be 
with her now, oh God, and comfort her!  Save her, oh Heavenly 
Father!  Oh God of battle, Who teacheth our hands to war and 
our fingers to fight, in Whose strength are hid the destinies 
of men, be Thou with us in the hour of strife.  When we go forth 
into the shadow of death, make Thou us strong to conquer.  Breathe 
Thou upon our foes and scatter them; turn Thou their strength 
to water, and bring their high-blown pride to nought; compass 
us about with Thy protection; throw over us the shield of Thy 
power; forget us not now in the hour of our sore distress; help 
us now that the cruel man would dash our little ones against 
the stones!  Hear Thou our prayer!  And for those of us who, 
kneeling now on earth in health before Thee, shall at the sunrise 
adore Thy Presence on the Throne, hear our prayer!  Make them 
clean, oh God; wash away their offences in the blood of the Lamb; 
and when their spirits pass, oh receive Thou them into the haven 
of the just.  Go forth, oh Father, go forth with us into the 
battle, as with the Israelites of old.  Oh God of battle, hear 
Thou our prayer!'

He ceased, and after a moment's silence we all rose, and then 
began our preparations in good earnest.  As Umslopogaas said, 
it was time to stop 'talking' and get to business.  The men who 
were to form each little party were carefully selected, and still 
more carefully and minutely instructed as to what was to be done.  
After much consideration it was agreed that the ten men led 
by Good, whose duty it was to stampede the camp, were not to 
carry firearms; that is, with the exception of Good himself, 
who had a revolver as well as a short sword -- the Masai 'sime' 
which I had taken from the body of our poor servant who was murdered 
in the canoe.  We feared that if they had firearms the result 
of three cross-fires carried on at once would be that some of 
our own people would be shot; besides, it appeared to all of 
us that the work they had to do would best be carried out with 
cold steel -- especially to Umslopogaas, who was, indeed, a great 
advocate of cold steel.  We had with us four Winchester repeating 
rifles, besides half a dozen Martinis.  I armed myself with one 
of the repeaters -- my own; an excellent weapon for this kind 
of work, where great rapidity of fire is desirable, and fitted 
with ordinary flap-sights instead of the cumbersome sliding mechanism 
which they generally have.  Mr Mackenzie took another, and the 
two remaining ones were given to two of his men who understood 
the use of them and were noted shots.  The Martinis and some 
rifles of Mr Mackenzie's were served out, together with a plentiful 
supply of ammunition, to the other natives who were to form the 
two parties whose duty it was to be to open fire from separate 
sides of the kraal on the sleeping Masai, and who were fortunately 
all more or less accustomed to the use of a gun.

As for Umslopogaas, we know how he was armed -- with an axe.  
It may be remembered that he, Sir Henry, and the strongest of 
the Askari were to hold the thorn-stopped entrance to the kraal 
against the anticipated rush of men striving to escape.  Of course, 
for such a purpose as this guns were useless.  Therefore Sir 
Henry and the Askari proceeded to arm themselves in like fashion.  
It so happened that Mr Mackenzie had in his little store a selection 
of the very best and English-made hammer-backed axe-heads.  Sir 
Henry selected one of these weighing about two and a half pounds 
and very broad in the blade, and the Askari took another a size 
smaller.  After Umslopogaas had put an extra edge on these two 
axe-heads, we fixed them to three feet six helves, of which Mr 
Mackenzie fortunately had some in stock, made of a light but 
exceedingly tough native wood, something like English ash, only 
more springy.  When two suitable helves had been selected with 
great care and the ends of the hafts notched to prevent the hand 
from slipping, the axe-heads were fixed on them as firmly as 
possible, and the weapons immersed in a bucket of water for half 
an hour.  The result of this was to swell the wood in the socket 
in such a fashion that nothing short of burning would get it 
out again.  When this important matter had been attended to by 
Umslopogaas, I went into my room and proceeded to open a little 
tin-lined deal case, which contained -- what do you think? -- 
nothing more or less than four mail shirts.

It had happened to us three on a previous journey that we had 
made in another part of Africa to owe our lives to iron shirts 
of native make, and remembering this, I had suggested before 
we started on our present hazardous expedition that we should 
have some made to fit us.  There was a little difficulty about 
this, as armour-making is pretty well an extinct art, but they 
can do most things in the way of steel work in Birmingham if 
they are put to it and you will pay the price, and the end of 
it was that they turned us out the loveliest steel shirts it 
is possible to see.  The workmanship was exceedingly fine, the 
web being composed of thousands upon thousands of stout but tiny 
rings of the best steel made.  These shirts, or rather steel-sleeved 
and high-necked jerseys, were lined with ventilated wash leather, 
were not bright, but browned like the barrel of a gun; and mine 
weighed exactly seven pounds and fitted me so well that I found 
I could wear it for days next to my skin without being chafed.  
Sir Henry had two, one of the ordinary make, viz. a jersey with 
little dependent flaps meant to afford some protection to the 
upper part of the thighs, and another of his own design fashioned 
on the pattern of the garments advertised as 'combinations' and 
weighing twelve pounds.  This combination shirt, of which the 
seat was made of wash-leather, protected the whole body down 
to the knees, but was rather more cumbersome, inasmuch as it 
had to be laced up at the back and, of course, involved some 
extra weight.  With these shirts were what looked like four brown 
cloth travelling caps with ear pieces.  Each of these caps was, 
however, quilted with steel links so as to afford a most valuable 
protection for the head.

It seems almost laughable to talk of steel shirts in these days 
of bullets, against which they are of course quite useless; but 
where one has to do with savages, armed with cutting weapons 
such as assegais or battleaxes, they afford the most valuable 
protection, being, if well made, quite invulnerable to them.  
I have often thought that if only the English Government had 
in our savage wars, and more especially in the Zulu war, thought 
fit to serve out light steel shirts, there would be many a man 
alive today who, as it is, is dead and forgotten.

To return: on the present occasion we blessed our foresight in 
bringing these shirts, and also our good luck, in that they had 
not been stolen by our rascally bearers when they ran away with 
our goods.  As Curtis had two, and after considerable deliberation, 
had made up his mind to wear his combination one himself -- the 
extra three or four pounds' weight being a matter of no account 
to so strong a man, and the protection afforded to the thighs 
being a very important matter to a fighting man not armed with 
a shield of any kind -- I suggested that he should lend the other 
to Umslopogaas, who was to share the danger and the glory of 
his post.  He readily consented, and called the Zulu, who came 
bearing Sir Henry's axe, which he had now fixed up to his satisfaction, 
with him.  When we showed him the steel shirt, and explained 
to him that we wanted him to wear it, he at first declined, saying 
that he had fought in his own skin for thirty years, and that 
he was not going to begin now to fight in an iron one.  Thereupon 
I took a heavy spear, and, spreading the shirt upon the floor, 
drove the spear down upon it with all my strength, the weapon 
rebounding without leaving a mark upon the tempered steel.  This 
exhibition half converted him; and when I pointed out to him 
how necessary it was that he should not let any old-fashioned 
prejudices he might possess stand in the way of a precaution 
which might preserve a valuable life at a time when men were 
scarce, and also that if he wore this shirt he might dispense 
with a shield, and so have both hands free, he yielded at once, 
and proceeded to invest his frame with the 'iron skin'.  And 
indeed, although made for Sir Henry, it fitted the great Zulu 
like a skin.  The two men were almost of a height; and, though 
Curtis looked the bigger man, I am inclined to think that the 
difference was more imaginary than real, the fact being that, 
although he was plumper and rounder, he was not really bigger, 
except in the arm.  Umslopogaas had, comparatively speaking, 
thin arms, but they were as strong as wire ropes.  At any rate, 
when they both stood, axe in hand, invested in the brown mail, 
which clung to their mighty forms like a web garment, showing 
the swell of every muscle and the curve of every line, they formed 
a pair that any ten men might shrink from meeting.

It was now nearly one o'clock in the morning, and the spies reported 
that, after having drunk the blood of the oxen and eaten enormous 
quantities of meat, the Masai were going to sleep round their 
watchfires; but that sentries had been posted at each opening 
of the kraal.  Flossie, they added, was sitting not far from 
the wall in the centre of the western side of the kraal, and 
by her were the nurse and the white donkey, which was tethered 
to a peg.  Her feet were bound with a rope, and warriors were 
lying about all round her.

As there was absolutely nothing further that could be done then 
we all took some supper, and went to lie down for a couple of 
hours.  I could not help admiring the way in which old Umslopogaas 
flung himself upon the floor, and, unmindful of what was hanging 
over him, instantly sank into a deep sleep.  I do not know how 
it was with the others, but I could not do as much.  Indeed, 
as is usual with me on these occasions, I am sorry to say that 
I felt rather frightened; and, now that some of the enthusiasm 
had gone out of me, and I began to calmly contemplate what we 
had undertaken to do, truth compels me to add that I did not 
like it.  We were but thirty men all told, a good many of whom 
were no doubt quite unused to fighting, and we were going to 
engage two hundred and fifty of the fiercest, bravest, and most 
formidable savages in Africa, who, to make matters worse, were 
protected by a stone wall.  It was, indeed, a mad undertaking, 
and what made it even madder was the exceeding improbability 
of our being able to take up our positions without attracting 
the notice of the sentries.  Of course if we once did that -- 
and any slight accident, such as the chance discharge of a gun, 
might do it -- we were done for, for the whole camp would be 
up in a second, and our only hope lay in surprise.

The bed whereon I lay indulging in these uncomfortable reflections 
was near an open window that looked on to the veranda, through 
which came an extraordinary sound of groaning and weeping.  For 
a time I could not make out what it was, but at last I got up 
and, putting my head out of the window, stared about.  Presently 
I saw a dim figure kneeling on the end of the veranda and beating 
his breast -- in which I recognized Alphonse.  Not being able 
to understand his French talk or what on earth he was at, I called 
to him and asked him what he was doing.

'Ah, monsieur,' he sighed, 'I do make prayer for the souls of 
those whom I shall slay tonight.'

'Indeed,' I said, 'then I wish that you would do it a little 
more quietly.'

Alphonse retreated, and I heard no more of his groans.  And so 
the time passed, till at length Mr Mackenzie called me in a whisper 
through the window, for of course everything had now to be done 
in the most absolute silence.  'Three o'clock,' he said: 'we 
must begin to move at half-past.'

I told him to come in, and presently he entered, and I am bound 
to say that if it had not been that just then I had not got a 
laugh anywhere about me, I should have exploded at the sight 
he presented armed for battle.  To begin with, he had on a clergyman's 
black swallow-tail and a kind of broad-rimmed black felt hat, 
both of which he had donned on account, he said, of their dark 
colour.  In his hand was the Winchester repeating rifle we had 
lent him; and stuck in an elastic cricketing belt, like those 
worn by English boys, were, first, a huge buckhorn-handled carving 
knife with a guard to it, and next a long-barrelled Colt's revolver.

'Ah, my friend,' he said, seeing me staring at his belt, 'you 
are looking at my "carver".  I thought it might come in handy 
if we came to close quarters; it is excellent steel, and many 
is the pig I have killed with it.'

By this time everybody was up and dressing.  I put on a light 
Norfolk jacket over my mail shirt in order to have a pocket handy 
to hold my cartridges, and buckled on my revolver.  Good did 
the same, but Sir Henry put on nothing except his mail shirt, 
steel-lined cap, and a pair of 'veldt-schoons' or soft hide shoes, 
his legs being bare from the knees down.  His revolver he strapped 
on round his middle outside the armoured shirt.

Meanwhile Umslopogaas was mustering the men in the square under 
the big tree and going the rounds to see that each was properly 
armed, etc.  At the last moment we made one change.  Finding 
that two of the men who were to have gone with the firing parties 
knew little or nothing of guns, but were good spearsmen, we took 
away their rifles, supplied them with shields and long spears 
of the Masai pattern, and took them off to join Curtis, Umslopogaas, 
and the Askari in holding the wide opening; it having become 
clear to us that three men, however brave and strong, were too 
few for the work.




CHAPTER VII
A SLAUGHTER GRIM AND GREAT



Then there was a pause, and we stood there in the chilly silent 
darkness waiting till the moment came to start.  It was, perhaps, 
the most trying time of all -- that slow, slow quarter of an 
hour.  The minutes seemed to drag along with leaden feet, and 
the quiet, the solemn hush, that brooded over all -- big, as 
it were, with a coming fate, was most oppressive to the spirits.  
I once remember having to get up before dawn to see a man hanged, 
and I then went through a very similar set of sensations, only 
in the present instance my feelings were animated by that more 
vivid and personal element which naturally appertains rather 
to the person to be operated on than to the most sympathetic 
spectator.  The solemn faces of the men, well aware that the 
short passage of an hour would mean for some, and perhaps all 
of them, the last great passage to the unknown or oblivion; the 
bated whispers in which they spoke; even Sir Henry's continuous 
and thoughtful examination of his woodcutter's axe and the fidgety 
way in which Good kept polishing his eyeglass, all told the same 
tale of nerves stretched pretty nigh to breaking-point.  Only 
Umslopogaas, leaning as usual upon Inkosi-kaas and taking an 
occasional pinch of snuff, was to all appearance perfectly and 
completely unmoved.  Nothing could touch his iron nerves.

The moon went down.  For a long while she had been getting nearer 
and nearer to the horizon.  Now she finally sank and left the 
world in darkness save for a faint grey tinge in the eastern 
sky that palely heralded the dawn.

Mr Mackenzie stood, watch in hand, his wife clinging to his arm 
and striving to stifle her sobs.

'Twenty minutes to four,' he said, 'it ought to be light enough 
to attack at twenty minutes past four.  Captain Good had better 
be moving, he will want three or four minutes' start.'

Good gave one final polish to his eyeglass, nodded to us in a 
jocular sort of way -- which I could not help feeling it must 
have cost him something to muster up -- and, ever polite, took 
off his steel-lined cap to Mrs Mackenzie and started for his 
position at the head of the kraal, to reach which he had to make 
a detour by some paths known to the natives.

Just then one of the boys came in and reported that everybody 
in the Masai camp, with the exception of the two sentries who 
were walking up and down in front of the respective entrances, 
appeared to be fast asleep.  Then the rest of us took the road.  
First came the guide, then Sir Henry, Umslopogaas, the Wakwafi 
Askari, and Mr Mackenzie's two mission natives armed with long 
spears and shields.  I followed immediately after with Alphonse 
and five natives all armed with guns, and Mr Mackenzie brought 
up the rear with the six remaining natives.

The cattle kraal where the Masai were camped lay at the foot 
of the hill on which the house stood, or, roughly speaking, about 
eight hundred yards from the Mission buildings.  The first five 
hundred yards of this distance we traversed quietly indeed, but 
at a good pace; after that we crept forward as silently as a 
leopard on his prey, gliding like ghosts from bush to bush and 
stone to stone.  When I had gone a little way I chanced to look 
behind me, and saw the redoubtable Alphonse staggering along 
with white face and trembling knees, and his rifle, which was 
at full cock, pointed directly at the small of my back.  Having 
halted and carefully put the rifle at 'safety', we started again, 
and all went well till we were within one hundred yards or so 
of the kraal, when his teeth began to chatter in the most aggressive way.

'If you don't stop that I will kill you,' I whispered savagely; 
for the idea of having all our lives sacrificed to a tooth-chattering 
cook was too much for me.  I began to fear that he would betray 
us, and heartily wished we had left him behind.

'But, monsieur, I cannot help it,' he answered, 'it is the cold.'

Here was a dilemma, but fortunately I devised a plan.  In the 
pocket of the coat I had on was a small piece of dirty rag that 
I had used some time before to clean a gun with.  'Put this in 
your mouth,' I whispered again, giving him the rag; 'and if I 
hear another sound you are a dead man.'  I knew that that would 
stifle the clatter of his teeth.  I must have looked as if I 
meant what I said, for he instantly obeyed me, and continued 
his journey in silence.

Then we crept on again.

At last we were within fifty yards of the kraal.  Between us 
and it was an open space of sloping grass with only one mimosa 
bush and a couple of tussocks of a sort of thistle for cover.  
We were still hidden in fairly thick bush.  It was beginning 
to grow light.  The stars had paled and a sickly gleam played 
about the east and was reflected on the earth.  We could see 
the outline of the kraal clearly enough, and could also make 
out the faint glimmer of the dying embers of the Masai camp-fires.  
We halted and watched, for the sentry we knew was posted at 
the opening.  Presently he appeared, a fine tall fellow, walking 
idly up and down within five paces of the thorn-stopped entrance.  
We had hoped to catch him napping, but it was not to be.  He 
seemed particularly wide awake.  If we could not kill that man, 
and kill him silently, we were lost.  There we crouched and watched 
him.  Presently Umslopogaas, who was a few paces ahead of me, 
turned and made a sign, and next second I saw him go down on 
his stomach like a snake, and, taking an opportunity when the 
sentry's head was turned, begin to work his way through the grass 
without a sound.

The unconscious sentry commenced to hum a little tune, and Umslopogaas 
crept on.  He reached the shelter of the mimosa bush unperceived 
and there waited.  Still the sentry walked up and down.  Presently 
he turned and looked over the wall into the camp.  Instantly 
the human snake who was stalking him glided on ten yards and 
got behind one of the tussocks of the thistle-like plant, reaching 
it as the Elmoran turned again.  As he did so his eye fell upon 
this patch of thistles, and it seemed to strike him that it did 
not look quite right.  He advanced a pace towards it -- halted, 
yawned, stooped down, picked up a little pebble and threw it 
at it.  It hit Umslopogaas upon the head, luckily not upon the 
armour shirt.  Had it done so the clink would have betrayed us.  
Luckily, too, the shirt was browned and not bright steel, which 
would certainly have been detected.  Apparently satisfied that 
there was nothing wrong, he then gave over his investigations 
and contented himself with leaning on his spear and standing 
gazing idly at the tuft.  For at least three minutes did he stand 
thus, plunged apparently in a gentle reverie, and there we lay 
in the last extremity of anxiety, expecting every moment that 
we should be discovered or that some untoward accident would 
happen.  I could hear Alphonse's teeth going like anything on 
the oiled rag, and turning my head round made an awful face at 
him.  But I am bound to state that my own heart was at much the 
same game as the Frenchman's castanets, while the perspiration 
was pouring from my body, causing the wash-leather-lined shirt 
to stick to me unpleasantly, and altogether I was in the pitiable 
state known by schoolboys as a 'blue fright'.

At last the ordeal came to an end.  The sentry glanced at the 
east, and appeared to note with satisfaction that his period 
of duty was coming to an end -- as indeed it was, once and for 
all -- for he rubbed his hands and began to walk again briskly 
to warm himself.

The moment his back was turned the long black snake glided on 
again, and reached the other thistle tuft, which was within a 
couple of paces of his return beat.

Back came the sentry and strolled right past the tuft, utterly 
unconscious of the presence that was crouching behind it.  Had 
he looked down he could scarcely have failed to see, but he did 
not do so.

He passed, and then his hidden enemy erected himself, 
and with outstretched hand followed in his tracks.

A moment more, and, just as the Elmoran was about to turn, the 
great Zulu made a spring, and in the growing light we could see 
his long lean hands close round the Masai's throat.  Then followed 
a convulsive twining of the two dark bodies, and in another second 
I saw the Masai's head bent back, and heard a sharp crack, something 
like that of a dry twig snapping, and he fell down upon the ground, 
his limbs moving spasmodically.

Umslopogaas had put out all his iron strength and broken the 
warrior's neck.

For a moment he knelt upon his victim, still gripping his throat 
till he was sure that there was nothing more to fear from him, 
and then he rose and beckoned to us to advance, which we did 
on all fours, like a colony of huge apes.  On reaching the kraal 
we saw that the Masai had still further choked this entrance, 
which was about ten feet wide -- no doubt in order to guard against 
attack -- by dragging four or five tops of mimosa trees up to 
it.  So much the better for us, I reflected; the more obstruction 
there was the slower would they be able to come through.  Here 
we separated; Mackenzie and his party creeping up under the shadow 
of the wall to the left, while Sir Henry and Umslopogaas took 
their stations one on each side of the thorn fence, the two spearmen 
and the Askari lying down in front of it.  I and my men crept 
on up the right side of the kraal, which was about fifty paces 
long.

When I was two-thirds up I halted, and placed my men at distances 
of four paces from one another, keeping Alphonse close to me, 
however.  Then I peeped for the first time over the wall.  It 
was getting fairly light now, and the first thing I saw was the 
white donkey, exactly opposite to me, and close by it I could 
make out the pale face of little Flossie, who was sitting as 
the lad had described, some ten paces from the wall.  Round her 
lay many warriors, sleeping.  At distances all over the surface 
of the kraal were the remains of fires, round each of which slept 
some five-and-twenty Masai, for the most part gorged with food.  
Now and then a man would raise himself, yawn, and look at the 
east, which was turning primrose; but none got up.  I determined 
to wait another five minutes, both to allow the light to increase, 
so that we could make better shooting, and to give Good and his 
party -- of whom we could see or hear nothing -- every opportunity 
to make ready.

The quiet dawn began to throw her ever-widening mantle over plain 
and forest and river -- mighty Kenia, wrapped in the silence 
of eternal snows, looked out across the earth -- till presently 
a beam from the unrisen sun lit upon his heaven-kissing crest 
and purpled it with blood; the sky above grew blue, and tender 
as a mother's smile; a bird began to pipe his morning song, and 
a little breeze passing through the bush shook down the dewdrops 
in millions to refresh the waking world.  Everywhere was peace 
and the happiness of arising strength, everywhere save in the 
heart of cruel man!

Suddenly, just as I was nerving myself for the signal, having 
already selected my man on whom I meant to open fire -- a great 
fellow sprawling on the ground within three feet of little Flossie 
-- Alphonse's teeth began to chatter again like the hoofs of 
a galloping giraffe, making a great noise in the silence.  The 
rag had dropped out in the agitation of his mind.  Instantly 
a Masai within three paces of us woke, and, sitting up, gazed 
about him, looking for the cause of the sound.  Moved beyond 
myself, I brought the butt-end of my rifle down on to the pit 
of the Frenchman's stomach.  This stopped his chattering; but, 
as he doubled up, he managed to let off his gun in such a manner 
that the bullet passed within an inch of my head.

There was no need for a signal now.  From both sides of the kraal 
broke out a waving line of fire, in which I myself joined, managing 
with a snap shot to knock over my Masai by Flossie, just as he 
was jumping up.  Then from the top end of the kraal there rang 
an awful yell, in which I rejoiced to recognize Good's piercing 
notes rising clear and shrill above the din, and in another second 
followed such a scene as I have never seen before nor shall again.  
With an universal howl of terror and fury the brawny crowd of 
savages within the kraal sprang to their feet, many of them to 
fall again beneath our well-directed hail of lead before they 
had moved a yard.  For a moment they stood undecided, and then 
hearing the cries and curses that rose unceasingly from the top 
end of the kraal, and bewildered by the storm of bullets, they 
as by one impulse rushed down towards the thorn-stopped entrance.  
As they went we kept pouring our fire with terrible effect into 
the thickening mob as fast as we could load.  I had emptied my 
repeater of the ten shots it contained and was just beginning 
to slip in some more when I bethought me of little Flossie.  
Looking up, I saw that the white donkey was lying kicking, having 
been knocked over either by one of our bullets or a Masai spear-thrust.  
There were no living Masai near, but the black nurse was on 
her feet and with a spear cutting the rope that bound Flossie's 
feet.  Next second she ran to the wall of the kraal and began 
to climb over it, an example which the little girl followed.  
But Flossie was evidently very stiff and cramped, and could 
only go slowly, and as she went two Masai flying down the kraal 
caught sight of her and rushed towards her to kill her.  The 
first fellow came up just as the poor little girl, after a desperate 
effort to climb the wall, fell back into the kraal.  Up flashed 
the great spear, and as it did so a bullet from my rifle found 
its home in the holder's ribs, and over he went like a shot rabbit.  
But behind him was the other man, and, alas, I had only that 
one cartridge in the magazine!  Flossie had scrambled to her 
feet and was facing the second man, who was advancing with raised 
spear.  I turned my head aside and felt sick as death.  I could 
not bear to see him stab her.  Glancing up again, to my surprise 
I saw the Masai's spear lying on the ground, while the man himself 
was staggering about with both hands to his head.  Suddenly I 
saw a puff of smoke proceeding apparently from Flossie, and the 
man fell down headlong.  Then I remembered the Derringer pistol 
she carried, and saw that she had fired both barrels of it at 
him, thereby saving her life.  In another instant she had made 
an effort, and assisted by the nurse, who was lying on the top, 
had scrambled over the wall, and I knew that she was, comparatively 
speaking, safe.

All this takes time to tell, but I do not suppose that it took 
more than fifteen seconds to enact.  I soon got the magazine 
of the repeater filled again with cartridges, and once more opened 
fire, not on the seething black mass which was gathering at the 
end of the kraal, but on fugitives who bethought them to climb 
the wall.  I picked off several of these men, moving down towards 
the end of the kraal as I did so, and arriving at the corner, 
or rather the bend of the oval, in time to see, and by means 
of my rifle to assist in, the mighty struggle that took place 
there.

By this time some two hundred Masai -- allowing that we had up 
to the present accounted for fifty -- had gathered together in 
front of the thorn-stopped entrance, drive thither by the spears 
of Good's men, whom they doubtless supposed were a large force 
instead of being but ten strong.  For some reason it never occurred 
to them to try and rush the wall, which they could have scrambled 
over with comparative ease; they all made for the fence, which 
was really a strongly interwoven fortification.  With a bound 
the first warrior went at it, and even before he touched the 
ground on the other side I saw Sir Henry's great axe swing up 
and fall with awful force upon his feather head-piece, and he 
sank into the middle of the thorns.  Then with a yell and a crash 
they began to break through as they might, and ever as they came 
the great axe swung and Inkosi-kaas flashed and they fell dead 
one by one, each man thus helping to build up a barrier against 
his fellows.  Those who escaped the axes of the pair fell at 
the hands of the Askari and the two Mission Kaffirs, and those 
who passed scatheless from them were brought low by my own and 
Mackenzie's fire.

Faster and more furious grew the fighting.  Single Masai would 
spring upon the dead bodies of their comrades, and engage one 
or other of the axemen with their long spears; but, thanks chiefly 
to the mail shirts, the result was always the same.  Presently 
there was a great swing of the axe, a crashing sound, and another 
dead Masai.  That is, if the man was engaged with Sir Henry.  
If it was Umslopogaas that he fought with the result indeed 
would be the same, but it would be differently attained.  It 
was but rarely that the Zulu used the crashing double-handed 
stroke; on the contrary, he did little more than tap continually 
at his adversary's head, pecking at it with the pole-axe end 
of the axe as a woodpecker {Endnote 7} pecks at rotten wood.  
Presently a peck would go home, and his enemy would drop down 
with a neat little circular hole in his forehead or skull, exactly 
similar to that which a cheese-scoop makes in a cheese.  He never 
used the broad blade of the axe except when hard pressed, or 
when striking at a shield.  He told me afterwards that he did 
not consider it sportsmanlike.

Good and his men were quite close by now, and our people had 
to cease firing into the mass for fear of killing some of them 
(as it was, one of them was slain in this way).  Mad and desperate 
with fear, the Masai by a frantic effort burst through the thorn 
fence and piled-up dead, and, sweeping Curtis, Umslopogaas, and 
the other three before them, into the open.  And now it was that 
we began to lose men fast.  Down went our poor Askari who was 
armed with the axe, a great spear standing out a foot behind 
his back; and before long the two spearsmen who had stood with 
him went down too, dying fighting like tigers; and others of 
our party shared their fate.  For a moment I feared the fight 
was lost -- certainly it trembled in the balance.  I shouted 
to my men to cast down their rifles, and to take spears and throw 
themselves into the melee.  They obeyed, their blood being now 
thoroughly up, and Mr Mackenzie's people followed their example.

This move had a momentary good result, but still the fight hung 
in the balance.

Our people fought magnificently, hurling themselves upon the 
dark mass of Elmoran, hewing, thrusting, slaying, and being slain.  
And ever above the din rose Good's awful yell of encouragement 
as he plunged to wherever the fight was thickest; and ever, with 
an almost machine-like regularity, the two axes rose and fell, 
carrying death and disablement at every stroke.  But I could 
see that the strain was beginning to tell upon Sir Henry, who 
was bleeding from several flesh wounds: his breath was coming 
in gasps, and the veins stood out on his forehead like blue and 
knotted cords.  Even Umslopogaas, man of iron that he was, was 
hard pressed.  I noticed that he had given up 'woodpecking', 
and was now using the broad blade of Inkosi-kaas, 'browning' 
his enemy wherever he could hit him, instead of drilling scientific 
holes in his head.  I myself did not go into the melee, but hovered 
outside like the swift 'back' in a football scrimmage, putting 
a bullet through a Masai whenever I got a chance.  I was more 
use so.  I fired forty-nine cartridges that morning, and I did 
not miss many shots.

Presently, do as we would, the beam of the balance began to rise 
against us.  We had not more than fifteen or sixteen effectives 
left now, and the Masai had at least fifty.  Of course if they 
had kept their heads, and shaken themselves together, they could 
soon have made an end of the matter; but that is just what they 
did not do, not having yet recovered from their start, and some 
of them having actually fled from their sleeping-places without 
their weapons.  Still by now many individuals were fighting with 
their normal courage and discretion, and this alone was sufficient 
to defeat us.  To make matters worse just then, when Mackenzie's 
rifle was empty, a brawny savage armed with a 'sime', or sword, 
made a rush for him.  The clergyman flung down his gun, and drawing 
his huge carver from his elastic belt (his revolver had dropped 
out in the fight), they closed in desperate struggle.  Presently, 
locked in a close embrace, missionary and Masai rolled on the 
ground behind the wall, and for some time I, being amply occupied 
with my own affairs, and in keeping my skin from being pricked, 
remained in ignorance of his fate or how the duel had ended.

To and fro surged the fight, slowly turning round like the vortex 
of a human whirlpool, and the matter began to look very bad for 
us.  Just then, however, a fortunate thing happened.  Umslopogaas, 
either by accident or design, broke out of the ring and engaged 
a warrior at some few paces from it.  As he did so, another man 
ran up and struck him with all his force between his shoulders 
with his great spear, which, falling on the tough steel shirt, 
failed to pierce it and rebounded.  For a moment the man stared 
aghast -- protective armour being unknown among these tribes 
-- and then he yelled out at the top of his voice --

'They are devils -- bewitched, bewitched!'  And seized by a 
sudden panic, he threw down his spear, and began to fly.  I cut 
short his career with a bullet, and Umslopogaas brained his man, 
and then the panic spread to the others.

'Bewitched, bewitched!' they cried, and tried to escape in every 
direction, utterly demoralized and broken-spirited, for the most 
part even throwing down their shields and spears.

On the last scene of that dreadful fight I need not dwell.  It 
was a slaughter great and grim, in which no quarter was asked 
or given.  One incident, however, is worth detailing.  Just as 
I was hoping that it was all done with, suddenly from under a 
heap of slain where he had been hiding, an unwounded warrior 
sprang up, and, clearing the piles of dying dead like an antelope, 
sped like the wind up the kraal towards the spot where I was 
standing at the moment.  But he was not alone, for Umslopogaas 
came gliding on his tracks with the peculiar swallow-like motion 
for which he was noted, and as they neared me I recognized in 
the Masai the herald of the previous night.  Finding that, run 
as he would, his pursuer was gaining on him, the man halted and 
turned round to give battle.  Umslopogaas also pulled up.

'Ah, ah,' he cried, in mockery, to the Elmoran, 'it is thou whom 
I talked with last night -- the Lygonani! the Herald! the capturer 
of little girls -- he who would kill a little girl!  And thou 
didst hope to stand man to man and face to face with Umslopogaas, 
an Induna of the tribe of the Maquilisini, of the people of the 
Amazulu?  Behold, thy prayer is granted!  And I didst swear to 
hew thee limb from limb, thou insolent dog.  Behold, I will do 
it even now!'

The Masai ground his teeth with fury, and charged at the Zulu 
with his spear.  As he came, Umslopogaas deftly stepped aside, 
and swinging Inkosi-kaas high above his head with both hands, 
brought the broad blade down with such fearful force from behind 
upon the Masai's shoulder just where the neck is set into the 
frame, that its razor edge shore right through bone and flesh 
and muscle, almost severing the head and one arm from the body.

'Ou!' 
ejaculated Umslopogaas, contemplating the corpse of his foe; 
'I have kept my word.  It was a good stroke.'




CHAPTER VIII
ALPHONSE EXPLAINS


And so the fight was ended.  On returning from the shocking scene 
it sudden struck me that I had seen nothing of Alphonse since 
the moment, some twenty minutes before -- for though this fight 
has taken a long while to describe, it did not take long in reality 
-- when I had been forced to hit him in the wind with the result 
of nearly getting myself shot.  Fearing that the poor little 
man had perished in the battle, I began to hunt among the dead 
for his body, but, not being able either to see or hear anything 
of it, I concluded that he must have survived, and walked down 
the side of the kraal where we had first taken our stand, calling 
him by name.  Now some fifteen paces back from the kraal wall 
stood a very ancient tree of the banyan species.  So ancient 
was it that all the inside had in the course of ages decayed 
away, leaving nothing but a shell of bark.

'Alphonse,' I called, as I walked down the wall.  'Alphonse!'

'Oui, monsieur,' answered a voice.  'Here am I.'

I looked round but could see nobody.  'Where?' I cried.

'Here am I, monsieur, in the tree.'

I looked, and there, peering out of a hole in the trunk of the 
banyan about five feet from the ground, I saw a pale face and 
a pair of large mustachios, one clipped short and the other as 
lamentably out of curl as the tail of a newly whipped pug.  Then, 
for the first time, I realized what I had suspected before -- 
namely, that Alphonse was an arrant coward.  I walked up to him.  
'Come out of that hole,' I said.

'Is it finished, monsieur?' he asked anxiously; 'quite finished?  
Ah, the horrors I have undergone, and the prayers I have uttered!'

'Come out, you little wretch,' I said, for I did not feel amiable; 
'it is all over.'

'So, monsieur, then my prayers have prevailed?  I emerge,' 
and he did.

As we were walking down together to join the others, who were 
gathered in a group by the wide entrance to the kraal, which 
now resembled a veritable charnel-house, a Masai, who had escaped 
so far and been hiding under a bush, suddenly sprang up and charged 
furiously at us.  Off went Alphonse with a howl of terror, and 
after him flew the Masai, bent upon doing some execution before 
he died.  He soon overtook the poor little Frenchman, and would 
have finished him then and there had I not, just as Alphonse 
made a last agonized double in the vain hope of avoiding the 
yard of steel that was flashing in his immediate rear, managed 
to plant a bullet between the Elmoran's broad shoulders, which 
brought matters to a satisfactory conclusion so far as the Frenchman 
was concerned.  But just then he tripped and fell flat, and the 
body of the Masai fell right on the top of him, moving convulsively 
in the death struggle.  Thereupon there arose such a series of 
piercing howls that I concluded that before he died the savage 
must have managed to stab poor Alphonse.  I ran up in a hurry 
and pulled the Masai off, and there beneath him lay Alphonse 
covered with blood and jerking himself about like a galvanized 
frog.  Poor fellow! thought I, he is done for, and kneeling down 
by him I began to search for his wound as well as his struggles 
would allow.

'Oh, the hole in my back!' he yelled.  'I am murdered.  I am 
dead.  Oh, Annette!'

I searched again, but could see no wound.  Then the truth dawned 
on me -- the man was frightened, not hurt.

'Get up!' I shouted, 'Get up.  Aren't you ashamed of yourself?  
You are not touched.'

Thereupon he rose, not a penny the worse.  'But, monsieur, I 
thought I was,' he said apologetically; 'I did not know that 
I had conquered.'  Then, giving the body of the Masai a kick, 
he ejaculated triumphantly, 'Ah, dog of a black savage, thou 
art dead; what victory!'

Thoroughly disgusted, I left Alphonse to look after himself, 
which he did by following me like a shadow, and proceeded to 
join the others by the large entrance.  The first thing that 
I saw was Mackenzie, seated on a stone with a handkerchief twisted 
round his thigh, from which he was bleeding freely, having, indeed, 
received a spear-thrust that passed right through it, and still 
holding in his hand his favourite carving knife now bent nearly 
double, from which I gathered that he had been successful in 
his rough and tumble with the Elmoran.

'Ah, Quatermain!' he sang out in a trembling, excited voice, 
'so we have conquered; but it is a sorry sight, a sorry sight;' 
and then breaking into broad Scotch and glancing at the bent 
knife in his hand, 'It fashes me sair to have bent my best carver 
on the breastbone of a savage,' and he laughed hysterically.  
Poor fellow, what between his wound and the killing excitement 
he had undergone his nerves were much shaken, and no wonder!  
It is hard upon a man of peace and kindly heart to be called 
upon to join in such a gruesome business.  But there, fate puts 
us sometimes into very comical positions!

At the kraal entrance the scene was a strange one.  The slaughter 
was over by now, and the wounded men had been put out of their 
pain, for no quarter had been given.  The bush-closed entrance 
was trampled flat, and in place of bushes it was filled with 
the bodies of dead men.  Dead men, everywhere dead men -- they 
lay about in knots, they were flung by ones and twos in every 
position upon the open spaces, for all the world like the people 
on the grass in one of the London parks on a particularly hot 
Sunday in August.  In front of this entrance, on a space which 
had been cleared of dead and of the shields and spears which 
were scattered in all directions as they had fallen or been thrown 
from the hands of their owners, stood and lay the survivors of 
the awful struggle, and at their feet were four wounded men.  
We had gone into the fight thirty strong, and of the thirty 
but fifteen remained alive, and five of them (including Mr Mackenzie) 
were wounded, two mortally.  Of those who held the entrance, 
Curtis and the Zulu alone remained.  Good had lost five men killed, 
I had lost two killed, and Mackenzie no less than five out of 
the six with him.  As for the survivors they were, with the exception 
of myself who had never come to close quarters, red from head 
to foot -- Sir Henry's armour might have been painted that colour 
-- and utterly exhausted, except Umslopogaas, who, as he grimly 
stood on a little mound above a heap of dead, leaning as usual 
upon his axe, did not seem particularly distressed, although 
the skin over the hole in his head palpitated violently.

'Ah, Macumazahn!' he said to me as I limped up, feeling very 
sick, 'I told thee that it would be a good fight, and it has.  
Never have I seen a better, or one more bravely fought.  As 
for this iron shirt, surely it is "tagati" [bewitched]; nothing 
could pierce it.  Had it not been for the garment I should have 
been there,' and he nodded towards the great pile of dead men 
beneath him.

'I give it thee; thou art a brave man,' said Sir Henry, briefly.

'Koos!' answered the Zulu, deeply pleased both at the gift and 
the compliment.  'Thou, too, Incubu, didst bear thyself as a 
man, but I must give thee some lessons with the axe; thou dost 
waste thy strength.'

Just then Mackenzie asked about Flossie, and we were all greatly 
relieved when one of the men said he had seen her flying towards 
the house with the nurse.  Then bearing such of the wounded as 
could be moved at the moment with us, we slowly made our way 
towards the Mission-house, spent with toil and bloodshed, but 
with the glorious sense of victory against overwhelming odds 
glowing in our hearts.  We had saved the life of the little maid, 
and taught the Masai of those parts a lesson that they will not 
forget for ten years -- but at what a cost!

Painfully we made our way up the hill which, just a little more 
than an hour before, we had descended under such different circumstances.  
At the gate of the wall stood Mrs Mackenzie waiting for us.  
When her eyes fell upon us, however, she shrieked out, and covered 
her face with her hands, crying, 'Horrible, horrible!'  Nor were 
her fears allayed when she discovered her worthy husband being 
borne upon an improvized stretcher; but her doubts as to the 
nature of his injury were soon set at rest.  Then when in a few 
brief words I had told her the upshot of the struggle (of which 
Flossie, who had arrived in safety, had been able to explain 
something) she came up to me and solemnly kissed me on the forehead.

'God bless you all, Mr Quatermain; you have saved my child's 
life,' she said simply.

Then we went in and got our clothes off and doctored our wounds; 
I am glad to say I had none, and Sir Henry's and Good's were, 
thanks to those invaluable chain shirts, of a comparatively harmless 
nature, and to be dealt with by means of a few stitches and sticking-plaster.  Mackenzie's, however, were serious, though fortunately 
the spear had not severed any large artery.  After that we had 
a bath, and what a luxury it was!  And having clad ourselves 
in ordinary clothes, proceeded to the dining-room, where breakfast 
was set as usual.  It was curious sitting down there, drinking 
tea and eating toast in an ordinary nineteenth-century sort of 
way just as though we had not employed the early hours in a regular 
primitive hand-to-hand Middle-Ages kind of struggle.  As Good 
said, the whole thing seemed more as though one had had a bad 
nightmare just before being called, than as a deed done.  When 
we were finishing our breakfast the door opened, and in came 
little Flossie, very pale and tottery, but quite unhurt.  She 
kissed us all and thanked us.  I congratulated her on the presence 
of mind she had shown in shooting the Masai with her Derringer 
pistol, and thereby saving her own life.

'Oh, don't talk of it!' she said, beginning to cry hysterically; 
'I shall never forget his face as he went turning round and round, 
never -- I can see it now.'

I advised her to go to bed and get some sleep, which she did, 
and awoke in the evening quite recovered, so far as her strength 
was concerned.  It struck me as an odd thing that a girl who 
could find the nerve to shoot a huge black ruffian rushing to 
kill her with a spear should have been so affected at the thought 
of it afterwards; but it is, after all, characteristic of the 
sex.  Poor Flossie!  I fear that her nerves will not get over 
that night in the Masai camp for many a long year.  She told 
me afterwards that it was the suspense that was so awful, having 
to sit there hour after hour through the livelong night utterly 
ignorant as to whether or not any attempt was to be made to rescue 
her.  She said that on the whole she did not expect it, knowing 
how few of us, and how many of the Masai -- who, by the way, 
came continually to stare at her, most of them never having seen 
a white person before, and handled her arms and hair with their 
filthy paws.  She said also that she had made up her mind that 
if she saw no signs of succour by the time the first rays of 
the rising sun reached the kraal she would kill herself with 
the pistol, for the nurse had heard the Lygonani say that they 
were to be tortured to death as soon as the sun was up if one 
of the white men did not come in their place.  It was an awful 
resolution to have to take, but she meant to act on it, and I 
have little doubt but what she would have done so.  Although 
she was at an age when in England girls are in the schoolroom 
and come down to dessert, this 'child of the wilderness' had 
more courage, discretion, and power of mind than many a woman 
of mature age nurtured in idleness and luxury, with minds carefully 
drilled and educated out of any originality or self-resource 
that nature may have endowed them with.

When breakfast was over we all turned in and had a good sleep, 
only getting up in time for dinner; after which meal we once 
more adjourned, together with all the available population -- 
men, women, youths, and girls -- to the scene of the morning's 
slaughter, our object being to bury our own dead and get rid 
of the Masai by flinging them into the Tana River, which ran 
within fifty yards of the kraal.  On reaching the spot we disturbed 
thousands upon thousands of vultures and a sort of brown bush 
eagle, which had been flocking to the feast from miles and miles 
away.  Often have I watched these great and repulsive birds, 
and marvelled at the extraordinary speed with which they arrive 
on a scene of slaughter.  A buck falls to your rifle, and within 
a minute high in the blue ether appears a speck that gradually 
grows into a vulture, then another, and another.  I have heard 
many theories advanced to account for the wonderful power of 
perception nature has given these birds.  My own, founded on 
a good deal of observation, is that the vultures, gifted as they 
are with powers of sight greater than those given by the most 
powerful glass, quarter out the heavens among themselves, and 
hanging in mid-air at a vast height -- probably from two to three 
miles above the earth -- keep watch, each of them, over an enormous 
stretch of country.  Presently one of them spies food, and instantly 
begins to sink towards it.  Thereon his next neighbour in the 
airy heights sailing leisurely through the blue gulf, at a distance 
perhaps of some miles, follows his example, knowing that food 
has been sighted.  Down he goes, and all the vultures within 
sight of him follow after, and so do all those in sight of them.  
In this way the vultures for twenty miles round can be summoned 
to the feast in a few minutes.

We buried our dead in solemn silence, Good being selected to 
read the Burial Service over them (in the absence of Mr Mackenzie, 
confined to bed), as he was generally allowed to possess the 
best voice and most impressive manner.  It was melancholy in 
the extreme, but, as Good said, it might have been worse, for 
we might have had 'to bury ourselves'.  I pointed out that this 
would have been a difficult feat, but I knew what he meant.

Next we set to work to load an ox-wagon which had been brought 
round from the Mission with the dead bodies of the Masai, having 
first collected the spears, shields, and other arms.  We loaded 
the wagon five times, about fifty bodies to the load, and emptied 
it into the Tana.  From this it was evident that very few of 
the Masai could have escaped.  The crocodiles must have been 
well fed that night.  One of the last bodies we picked up was 
that of the sentry at the upper end.  I asked Good how he managed 
to kill him, and he told me that he had crept up much as Umslopogaas 
had done, and stabbed him with his sword.  He groaned a good 
deal, but fortunately nobody heard him.  As Good said, it was 
a horrible thing to have to do, and most unpleasantly like 
cold-blooded murder.

And so with the last body that floated away down the current 
of the Tana ended the incident of our attack on the Masai camp.  
The spears and shields and other arms we took up to the Mission, 
where they filled an outhouse.  One incident, however, I must 
not forget to mention.  As we were returning from performing 
the obsequies of our Masai friends we passed the hollow tree 
where Alphonse had secreted himself in the morning.  It so happened 
that the little man himself was with us assisting in our unpleasant 
task with a far better will than he had shown where live Masai 
were concerned.  Indeed, for each body that he handled he found 
an appropriate sarcasm.  Alphonse throwing Masai into the Tana 
was a very different creature from Alphonse flying for dear life 
from the spear of a live Masai.  He was quite merry and gay, 
he clapped his hands and warbled snatches of French songs as 
the grim dead warriors went 'splash' into the running waters 
to carry a message of death and defiance to their kindred a hundred 
miles below.  In short, thinking that he wanted taking down a 
peg, I suggested holding a court-martial on him for his conduct 
in the morning.

Accordingly we brought him to the tree where he had hidden, and 
proceeded to sit in judgment on him, Sir Henry explaining to 
him in the very best French the unheard-of cowardice and enormity 
of his conduct, more especially in letting the oiled rag out 
of his mouth, whereby he nearly aroused the Masai camp with 
teeth-chattering and brought about the failure of our plans: 
ending up with a request for an explanation.

But if we expected to find Alphonse at a loss and put him to 
open shame we were destined to be disappointed.  He bowed and 
scraped and smiled, and acknowledged that his conduct might at 
first blush appear strange, but really it was not, inasmuch as 
his teeth were not chattering from fear -- oh, dear no! oh, certainly 
not! he marvelled how the 'messieurs' could think of such a thing 
-- but from the chill air of the morning.  As for the rag, if 
monsieur could have but tasted its evil flavour, being compounded 
indeed of a mixture of stale paraffin oil, grease, and gunpowder, 
monsieur himself would have spat it out.  But he did nothing 
of the sort; he determined to keep it there till, alas! his stomach 
'revolted', and the rag was ejected in an access of involuntary 
sickness.

'And what have you to say about getting into the hollow tree?' 
asked Sir Henry, keeping his countenance with difficulty.

'But, monsieur, the explanation is easy; oh, most easy! it was 
thus: I stood there by the kraal wall, and the little grey monsieur 
hit me in the stomach so that my rifle exploded, and the battle 
began.  I watched whilst recovering myself from monsieur's cruel 
blow; then, messieurs, I felt the heroic blood of my grandfather 
boil up in my veins.  The sight made me mad.  I ground my teeth!  
Fire flashed from my eyes!  I shouted "En avant!" and longed 
to slay.  Before my eyes there rose a vision of my heroic grandfather!  
In short, I was mad!  I was a warrior indeed!  But then in my 
heart I heard a small voice: "Alphonse," said the voice, "restrain 
thyself, Alphonse!  Give not way to this evil passion!  These 
men, though black, are brothers!  And thou wouldst slay them?  
Cruel Alphonse!"  The voice was right.  I knew it; I was about 
to perpetrate the most horrible cruelties: to wound! to massacre! 
to tear limb from limb!  And how restrain myself?  I looked round; 
I saw the tree, I perceived the hole.  "Entomb thyself," said 
the voice, "and hold on tight!  Thou wilt thus overcome temptation 
by main force!"  It was bitter, just when the blood of my heroic 
grandfather boiled most fiercely; but I obeyed!  I dragged my 
unwilling feet along; I entombed myself!  Through the hole I 
watched the battle!  I shouted curses and defiance on the foe!  
I noted them fall with satisfaction!  Why not?  I had not robbed 
them of their lives.  Their gore was not upon my head.  The blood 
of my heroic --'

'Oh, get along with you, you little cur!' broke out Sir Henry, 
with a shout of laughter, and giving Alphonse a good kick which 
sent him flying off with a rueful face.

In the evening I had an interview with Mr Mackenzie, who was 
suffering a good deal from his wounds, which Good, who was a 
skilful though unqualified doctor, was treating him for.  He 
told me that this occurrence had taught him a lesson, and that, 
if he recovered safely, he meant to hand over the Mission to 
a younger man, who was already on his road to join him in his 
work, and return to England.

'You see, Quatermain,' he said, 'I made up my mind to it, this 
very morning, when we were creeping down those benighted savages.  
"If we live through this and rescue Flossie alive," I said to 
myself, "I will go home to England; I have had enough of savages."  
Well, I did not think that we should live through it at the 
time; but thanks be to God and you four, we have lived through 
it, and I mean to stick to my resolution, lest a worse thing 
befall us.  Another such time would kill my poor wife.  And besides, 
Quatermain, between you and me, I am well off; it is thirty thousand 
pounds I am worth today, and every farthing of it made by honest 
trade and savings in the bank at Zanzibar, for living here costs 
me next to nothing.  So though it will be hard to leave this 
place, which I have made to blossom like a rose in the wilderness, 
and harder still to leave the people I have taught, I shall go.'

'I congratulate you on your decision,' answered I, 'for two reasons.  
The first is, that you owe a duty to your wife and daughter, 
and more especially to the latter, who should receive some education 
and mix with girls of her own race, otherwise she will grow up 
wild, shunning her kind.  The other is, that as sure as I am 
standing here, sooner or later the Masai will try to avenge the 
slaughter inflicted on them today.  Two or three men are sure 
to have escaped the confusion who will carry the story back to 
their people, and the result will be that a great expedition 
will one day be sent against you.  It might be delayed for a 
year, but sooner or later it will come.  Therefore, if only for 
that reason, I should go.  When once they have learnt that you 
are no longer here they may perhaps leave the place alone.' 
{Endnote 8}

'You are quite right,' answered the clergyman.  'I will turn 
my back upon this place in a month.  But it will be a wrench, 
it will be a wrench.'




CHAPTER IX
INTO THE UNKNOWN



A week had passed, and we all sat at supper one night in the 
Mission dining-room, feeling very much depressed in spirits, 
for the reason that we were going to say goodbye to our kind 
friends, the Mackenzies, and depart upon our way at dawn on the 
morrow.  Nothing more had been seen or heard of the Masai, and 
save for a spear or two which had been overlooked and was rusting 
in the grass, and a few empty cartridges where we had stood outside 
the wall, it would have been difficult to tell that the old cattle 
kraal at the foot of the slope had been the scene of so desperate 
a struggle.  Mackenzie was, thanks chiefly to his being so temperate 
a man, rapidly recovering from his wound, and could get about 
on a pair of crutches; and as for the other wounded men, one 
had died of gangrene, and the rest were in a fair way to recovery.  
Mr Mackenzie's caravan of men had also returned from the coast, 
so that the station was now amply garrisoned.

Under these circumstances we concluded, warm and pressing as 
were the invitations for us to stay, that it was time to move 
on, first to Mount Kenia, and thence into the unknown in search 
of the mysterious white race which we had set our hearts on discovering.  
This time we were going to progress by means of the humble but 
useful donkey, of which we had collected no less than a dozen, 
to carry our goods and chattels, and, if necessary, ourselves.  
We had now but two Wakwafis left for servants, and found it 
quite impossible to get other natives to venture with us into 
the unknown parts we proposed to explore -- and small blame to 
them.  After all, as Mr Mackenzie said, it was odd that three 
men, each of whom possessed many of those things that are supposed 
to make life worth living -- health, sufficient means, and position, 
etc. -- should from their own pleasure start out upon a wild-goose 
chase, from which the chances were they never would return.  
But then that is what Englishmen are, adventurers to the backbone; 
and all our magnificent muster-roll of colonies, each of which 
will in time become a great nation, testify to the extraordinary 
value of the spirit of adventure which at first sight looks like 
a mild form of lunacy.  'Adventurer' -- he that goes out to meet 
whatever may come.  Well, that is what we all do in the world 
one way or another, and, speaking for myself, I am proud of the 
title, because it implies a brave heart and a trust in Providence.  
Besides, when many and many a noted Croesus, at whose feet the 
people worship, and many and many a time-serving and word-coining 
politician are forgotten, the names of those grand-hearted old 
adventurers who have made England what she is, will be remembered 
and taught with love and pride to little children whose unshaped 
spirits yet slumber in the womb of centuries to be.  Not that 
we three can expect to be numbered with such as these, yet have 
we done something -- enough, perhaps, to throw a garment over 
the nakedness of our folly.

That evening, whilst we were sitting on the veranda, smoking 
a pipe before turning in, who should come up to us but Alphonse, 
and, with a magnificent bow, announce his wish for an interview.  
Being requested to 'fire away', he explained at some length 
that he was anxious to attach himself to our party -- a statement 
that astonished me not a little, knowing what a coward the little 
man was.  The reason, however, soon appeared.  Mr Mackenzie was 
going down to the coast, and thence on to England.  Now, if he 
went down country, Alphonse was persuaded that he would be seized, 
extradited, sent to France, and to penal servitude.  This was 
the idea that haunted him, as King Charles's head haunted Mr 
Dick, and he brooded over it till his imagination exaggerated 
the danger ten times.  As a matter of fact, the probability is 
that his offence against the laws of his country had long ago 
been forgotten, and that he would have been allowed to pass unmolested 
anywhere except in France; but he could not be got to see this.  
Constitutional coward as the little man was, he infinitely preferred 
to face the certain hardships and great risks and dangers of 
such an expedition as ours, than to expose himself, notwithstanding 
his intense longing for his native land, to the possible scrutiny 
of a police officer -- which is after all only another exemplification 
of the truth that, to the majority of men, a far-off foreseen 
danger, however shadowy, is much more terrible than the most 
serious present emergency.  After listening to what he had to 
say, we consulted among ourselves, and finally agreed, with Mr 
Mackenzie's knowledge and consent, to accept his offer.  To begin 
with, we were very short-handed, and Alphonse was a quick, active 
fellow, who could turn his hand to anything, and cook -- ah, 
he could cook!  I believe that he would have made a palatable 
dish of those gaiters of his heroic grandfather which he was 
so fond of talking about.  Then he was a good-tempered little 
man, and merry as a monkey, whilst his pompous, vainglorious 
talk was a source of infinite amusement to us; and what is more, 
he never bore malice.  Of course, his being so pronounced a coward 
was a great drawback to him, but now that we knew his weakness 
we could more or less guard against it.  So, after warning him 
of the undoubted risks he was exposing himself to, we told him 
that we would accept his offer on condition that he would promise 
implicit obedience to our orders.  We also promised to give him 
wages at the rate of ten pounds a month should he ever return 
to a civilized country to receive them.  To all of this he agreed 
with alacrity, and retired to write a letter to his Annette, 
which Mr Mackenzie promised to post when he got down country.  
He read it to us afterwards, Sir Henry translating, and a wonderful 
composition it was.  I am sure the depth of his devotion and 
the narration of his sufferings in a barbarous country, 'far, 
far from thee, Annette, for whose adored sake I endure such sorrow,' 
ought to have touched the feelings of the stoniest-hearted chambermaid.

Well, the morrow came, and by seven o'clock the donkeys were 
all loaded, and the time of parting was at hand.  It was a melancholy 
business, especially saying goodbye to dear little Flossie.  
She and I were great friends, and often used to have talks together 
-- but her nerves had never got over the shock of that awful 
night when she lay in the power of those bloodthirsty Masai.  
'Oh, Mr Quatermain,' she cried, throwing her arms round my neck 
and bursting into tears, 'I can't bear to say goodbye to you.  
I wonder when we shall meet again?'

'I don't know, my dear little girl,' I said, 'I am at one end 
of life and you are at the other.  I have but a short time before 
me at best, and most things lie in the past, but I hope that 
for you there are many long and happy years, and everything lies 
in the future.  By-and-by you will grow into a beautiful woman, 
Flossie, and all this wild life will be like a far-off dream 
to you; but I hope, even if we never do meet again, that you 
will think of your old friend and remember what I say to you 
now.  Always try to be good, my dear, and to do what is right, 
rather than what happens to be pleasant, for in the end, whatever 
sneering people may say, what is good and what is happy are the 
same.  Be unselfish, and whenever you can, give a helping hand 
to others -- for the world is full of suffering, my dear, and 
to alleviate it is the noblest end that we can set before us.  
If you do that you will become a sweet and God-fearing woman, 
and make many people's lives a little brighter, and then you 
will not have lived, as so many of your sex do, in vain.  And 
now I have given you a lot of old-fashioned advice, and so I 
am going to give you something to sweeten it with.  You see this 
little piece of paper.  It is what is called a cheque.  When 
we are gone give it to your father with this note -- not before, 
mind.  You will marry one day, my dear little Flossie, and it 
is to buy you a wedding present which you are to wear, and your 
daughter after you, if you have one, in remembrance of Hunter 
Quatermain.

Poor little Flossie cried very much, and gave me a lock of her 
bright hair in return, which I still have.  The cheque I gave 
her was for a thousand pounds (which being now well off, and 
having no calls upon me except those of charity, I could well 
afford), and in the note I directed her father to invest it for 
her in Government security, and when she married or came of age 
to buy her the best diamond necklace he could get for the money 
and accumulated interest.  I chose diamonds because I think that 
now that King Solomon's Mines are lost to the world, their price 
will never be much lower than it is at present, so that if in 
after-life she should ever be in pecuniary difficulties, she 
will be able to turn them into money.

Well, at last we got off, after much hand-shaking, hat-waving, 
and also farewell saluting from the natives, Alphonse weeping 
copiously (for he has a warm heart) at parting with his master 
and mistress; and I was not sorry for it at all, for I hate those 
goodbyes.  Perhaps the most affecting thing of all was to witness 
Umslopogaas' distress at parting with Flossie, for whom the grim 
old warrior had conceived a strong affection.  He used to say 
that she was as sweet to see as the only star on a dark night, 
and was never tired of loudly congratulating himself on having 
killed the Lygonani who had threatened to murder her.  And that 
was the last we saw of the pleasant Mission-house -- a true oasis 
in the desert -- and of European civilization.  But I often think 
of the Mackenzies, and wonder how they got down country, and 
if they are now safe and well in England, and will ever see these 
words.  Dear little Flossie!  I wonder how she fares there where 
there are no black folk to do her imperious bidding, and no sky-piercing 
snow-clad Kenia for her to look at when she gets up in the morning.  
And so goodbye to Flossie.

After leaving the Mission-house we made our way, comparatively 
unmolested, past the base of Mount Kenia, which the Masai call 
'Donyo Egere', or the 'speckled mountain', on account of the 
black patches of rock that appear upon its mighty spire, where 
the sides are too precipitous to allow of the snow lying on them; 
then on past the lonely lake Baringo, where one of our two remaining 
Askari, having unfortunately trodden on a puff-adder, died of 
snake-bite, in spite of all our efforts to save him.  Thence 
we proceeded a distance of about a hundred and fifty miles to 
another magnificent snow-clad mountain called Lekakisera, which 
has never, to the best of my belief, been visited before by a 
European, but which I cannot now stop to describe.  There we 
rested a fortnight, and then started out into the trackless and 
uninhabited forest of a vast district called Elgumi.  In this 
forest alone there are more elephants than I ever met with or 
heard with before.  The mighty mammals literally swarm there 
entirely unmolested by man, and only kept down by the natural 
law that prevents any animals increasing beyond the capacity 
of the country they inhabit to support them.  Needless to say, 
however, we did not shoot many of them, first because we could 
not afford to waste ammunition, of which our stock was getting 
perilously low, a donkey loaded with it having been swept away 
in fording a flooded river; and secondly, because we could not 
carry away the ivory, and did not wish to kill for the mere sake 
of slaughter.  So we let the great beasts be, only shooting one 
or two in self-protection.  In this district, the elephants, 
being unacquainted with the hunter and his tender mercies, would 
allow one to walk up to within twenty yards of them in the open, 
while they stood, with their great ears cocked for all the world 
like puzzled and gigantic puppy-dogs, and stared at that new 
and extraordinary phenomenon -- man.  Occasionally, when the 
inspection did not prove satisfactory, the staring ended in a 
trumpet and a charge, but this did not often happen.  When it 
did we had to use our rifles.  Nor were elephants the only wild 
beasts in the great Elgumi forest.  All sorts of large game abounded, 
including lions -- confound them!  I have always hated the sight 
of a lion since one bit my leg and lamed me for life.  As a consequence, 
another thing that abounded was the dreadful tsetse fly, whose 
bite is death to domestic animals.  Donkeys have, together with 
men, hitherto been supposed to enjoy a peculiar immunity from 
its attacks; but all I have to say, whether it was on account 
of their poor condition, or because the tsetse in those parts 
is more poisonous than usual, I do not know, but ours succumbed 
to its onslaught.  Fortunately, however, that was not till two 
months or so after the bites had been inflicted, when suddenly, 
after a two days' cold rain, they all died, and on removing the 
skins of several of them I found the long yellow streaks upon 
the flesh which are characteristic of death from bites from the 
tsetse, marking the spot where the insect had inserted his proboscis.  
On emerging from the great Elgumi forest, we, still steering 
northwards, in accordance with the information Mr Mackenzie had 
collected from the unfortunate wanderer who reached him only 
to die so tragically, struck the base in due course of the large 
lake, called Laga by the natives, which is about fifty miles 
long by twenty broad, and of which, it may be remembered, he 
made mention.  Thence we pushed on nearly a month's journey over 
great rolling uplands, something like those in the Transvaal, 
but diversified by patches of bush country.

All this time we were continually ascending at the rate of about 
one hundred feet every ten miles.  Indeed the country was on 
a slope which appeared to terminate at a mass of snow-tipped 
mountains, for which we were steering, and where we learnt the 
second lake of which the wanderer had spoken as the lake without 
a bottom was situated.  At length we arrived there, and, having 
ascertained that there was a large lake on top of the mountains, 
ascended three thousand feet more till we came to a precipitous 
cliff or edge, to find a great sheet of water some twenty miles 
square lying fifteen hundred feet below us, and evidently occupying 
an extinct volcanic crater or craters of vast extent.  Perceiving 
villages on the border of this lake, we descended with great 
difficulty through forests of pine trees, which now clothed the 
precipitous sides of the crater, and were well received by the 
people, a simple, unwarlike folk, who had never seen or even 
heard of a white man before, and treated us with great reverence 
and kindness, supplying us with as much food and milk as we could 
eat and drink.  This wonderful and beautiful lake lay, according 
to our aneroid, at a height of no less than 11,450 feet above 
sea-level, and its climate was quite cold, and not at all unlike 
that of England.  Indeed, for the first three days of our stay 
there we saw little or nothing of the scenery on account of an 
unmistakable Scotch mist which prevailed.  It was this rain that 
set the tsetse poison working in our remaining donkeys, so that 
they all died.

This disaster left us in a very awkward position, as we had now 
no means of transport whatever, though on the other hand we had 
not much to carry.  Ammunition, too, was very short, amounting 
to but one hundred and fifty rounds of rifle cartridges and some 
fifty shot-gun cartridges.  How to get on we did not know; indeed 
it seemed to us that we had about reached the end of our tether.  
Even if we had been inclined to abandon the object of our search, 
which, shadow as it was, was by no means the case, it was ridiculous 
to think of forcing our way back some seven hundred miles to 
the coast in our present plight; so we came to the conclusion 
that the only thing to be done was to stop where we were -- the 
natives being so well disposed and food plentiful -- for the 
present, and abide events, and try to collect information as 
to the countries beyond.

Accordingly, having purchased a capital log canoe, large enough 
to hold us all and our baggage, from the headman of the village 
we were staying in, presenting him with three empty cold-drawn 
brass cartridges by way of payment, with which he was perfectly 
delighted, we set out to make a tour of the lake in order to 
find the most favourable place to make a camp.  As we did not 
know if we should return to this village, we put all our gear 
into the canoe, and also a quarter of cooked water-buck, which 
when young is delicious eating, and off we set, natives having 
already gone before us in light canoes to warn the inhabitants 
of the other villages of our approach.

As we were puddling leisurely along Good remarked upon the extraordinary 
deep blue colour of the water, and said that he understood from 
the natives, who were great fishermen -- fish, indeed, being 
their principal food -- that the lake was supposed to be wonderfully 
deep, and to have a hole at the bottom through which the water 
escaped and put out some great fire that was raging below.

I pointed out to him that what he had heard was probably a legend 
arising from a tradition among the people which dated back to 
the time when one of the extinct parasitic volcanic cones was 
in activity.  We saw several round the borders of the lake which 
had no doubt been working at a period long subsequent to the 
volcanic death of the central crater which now formed the bed 
of the lake itself.  When it finally became extinct the people 
would imagine that the water from the lake had run down and put 
out the big fire below, more especially as, though it was constantly 
fed by streams running from the snow-tipped peaks about, there 
was no visible exit to it.

The farther shore of the lake we found, on approaching it, to 
consist of a vast perpendicular wall of rock, which held the 
water without any intermediate sloping bank, as elsewhere.  Accordingly 
we paddled parallel with this precipice, at a distance of about 
a hundred paces from it, shaping our course for the end of the 
lake, where we knew that there was a large village.

As we went we began to pass a considerable accumulation of floating 
rushes, weed, boughs of trees, and other rubbish, brought, Good 
supposed, to this spot by some current, which he was much puzzled 
to account for.  Whilst we were speculating about this, Sir Henry 
pointed out a flock of large white swans, which were feeding 
on the drift some little way ahead of us.  Now I had already 
noticed swans flying about this lake, and, having never come 
across them before in Africa, was exceedingly anxious to obtain 
a specimen.  I had questioned the natives about them, and learnt 
that they came from over the mountain, always arriving at certain 
periods of the year in the early morning, when it was very easy 
to catch them, on account of their exhausted condition.  I also 
asked them what country they came from, when they shrugged their 
shoulders, and said that on the top of the great black precipice 
was stony inhospitable land, and beyond that were mountains with 
snow, and full of wild beasts, where no people lived, and beyond 
the mountains were hundreds of miles of dense thorn forest, so 
thick that even the elephants could not get through it, much 
less men.  Next I asked them if they had ever heard of white 
people like ourselves living on the farther side of the mountains 
and the thorn forest, whereat they laughed.  But afterwards a 
very old woman came and told me that when she was a little girl 
her grandfather had told her that in his youth his grandfather 
had crossed the desert and the mountains, and pierced the thorn 
forest, and seen a white people who lived in stone kraals beyond.  
Of course, as this took the tale back some two hundred and fifty 
years, the information was very indefinite; but still there it 
was again, and on thinking it over I grew firmly convinced that 
there was some truth in all these rumours, and equally firmly 
determined to solve the mystery.  Little did I guess in what 
an almost miraculous way my desire was to be gratified.

Well, we set to work to stalk the swans, which kept drawing, 
as they fed, nearer and nearer to the precipice, and at last 
we pushed the canoe under shelter of a patch of drift within 
forty yards of them.  Sir Henry had the shot-gun, loaded with 
No. 1, and, waiting for a chance, got two in a line, and, firing 
at their necks, killed them both.  Up rose the rest, thirty or 
more of them, with a mighty splashing; and, as they did so, he 
gave them the other barrel.  Down came one fellow with a broken 
wing, and I saw the leg of another drop and a few feathers start 
out of his back; but he went on quite strong.  Up went the swans, 
circling ever higher till at last they were mere specks level 
with the top of the frowning precipice, when I saw them form 
into a triangle and head off for the unknown north-east.  Meanwhile 
we had picked up our two dead ones, and beautiful birds they 
were, weighing not less than about thirty pounds each, and were 
chasing the winged one, which had scrambled over a mass of driftweed 
into a pool of clear water beyond.  Finding a difficulty in forcing 
the canoe through the rubbish, I told our only remaining Wakwafi 
servant, whom I knew to be an excellent swimmer, to jump over, 
dive under the drift, and catch him, knowing that as there were 
no crocodiles in this lake he could come to no harm.  Entering 
into the fun of the thing, the man obeyed, and soon was dodging 
about after the winged swan in fine style, getting gradually 
nearer to the rock wall, against which the water washed as he 
did so.

Presently he gave up swimming after the swan, and began to cry 
out that he was being carried away; and, indeed, we saw that, 
though he was swimming with all his strength towards us, he was 
being drawn slowly to the precipice.  With a few desperate strokes 
of our paddles we pushed the canoe through the crust of drift 
and rowed towards the man as hard as we could, but, fast as we 
went, he was drawn faster to the rock.  Suddenly I saw that before 
us, just rising eighteen inches or so above the surface of the 
lake, was what looked like the top of the arch of a submerged 
cave or railway tunnel.  Evidently, from the watermark on the 
rock several feet above it, it was generally entirely submerged; 
but there had been a dry season, and the cold had prevented the 
snow from melting as freely as usual; so the lake was low and 
the arch showed.  Towards this arch our poor servant was being 
sucked with frightful rapidity.  He was not more than ten fathoms 
from it, and we were about twenty when I saw it, and with little 
help from us the canoe flew along after him.  He struggled bravely, 
and I thought that we should have saved him, when suddenly I 
perceived an expression of despair come upon his face, and there 
before our eyes he was sucked down into the cruel swirling blue 
depths, and vanished.  At the same moment I felt our canoe seized 
as with a mighty hand, and propelled with resistless force towards 
the rock.

We realized our danger now and rowed, or rather paddled, furiously 
in our attempt to get out of the vortex.  In vain; in another 
second we were flying straight for the arch like an arrow, and 
I thought that we were lost.  Luckily I retained sufficient presence 
of mind to shout out, instantly setting the example by throwing 
myself into the bottom of the canoe, 'Down on your faces -- down!' 
and the others had the sense to take the hint.  In another instant 
there was a grinding noise, and the boat was pushed down till 
the water began to trickle over the sides, and I thought that 
we were gone.  But no, suddenly the grinding ceased, and we could 
again feel the canoe flying along.  I turned my head a little 
-- I dared not lift it -- and looked up.  By the feeble light 
that yet reached the canoe, I could make out that a dense arch 
of rock hung just over our heads, and that was all.  In another 
minute I could not even see as much as that, for the faint light 
had merged into shadow, and the shadows had been swallowed up 
in darkness, utter and complete.

For an hour or  so we lay there, not daring to lift our heads 
for fear lest the brains should be dashed out of them, and scarcely 
able to speak even, on account of the noise of the rushing water 
which drowned our voices.  Not, indeed, that we had much inclination 
to speak, seeing that we were overwhelmed by the awfulness of 
our position and the imminent fear of instant death, either by 
being dashed against the sides of the cavern, or on a rock, or 
being sucked down in the raging waters, or perhaps asphyxiated 
by want of air.  All of these and many other modes of death presented 
themselves to my imagination as I lay at the bottom of the canoe, 
listening to the swirl of the hurrying waters which ran whither 
we knew not.  One only other sound could I hear, and that was 
Alphonse's intermittent howl of terror coming from the centre 
of the canoe, and even that seemed faint and unnatural.  Indeed, 
the whole thing overpowered my brain, and I began to believe 
that I was the victim of some ghastly spirit-shaking nightmare.




CHAPTER X
THE ROSE OF FIRE



On we flew, drawn by the mighty current, till at last I noticed 
that the sound of the water was not half so deafening as it had 
been, and concluded that this must be because there was more 
room for the echoes to disperse in.  I could now hear Alphonse's 
howls much more distinctly; they were made up of the oddest mixture 
of invocations to the Supreme Power and the name of his beloved 
Annette that it is possible to conceive; and, in short, though 
their evident earnestness saved them from profanity, were, to 
say the least, very remarkable.  Taking up a paddle I managed 
to drive it into his ribs, whereon he, thinking that the end 
had come, howled louder than ever.  Then I slowly and cautiously 
raised myself on my knees and stretched my hand upwards, but 
could touch no roof.  Next I took the paddle and lifted it above 
my head as high as I could, but with the same result.  I also 
thrust it out laterally to the right and left, but could touch 
nothing except water.  Then I bethought me that there was in 
the boat, amongst our other remaining possessions, a bull's-eye 
lantern and a tin of oil.  I groped about and found it, and having 
a match on me carefully lit it, and as soon as the flame had 
got a hold of the wick I turned it on down the boat.  As it happened, 
the first thing the light lit on was the white and scared face 
of Alphonse, who, thinking that it was all over at last, and 
that he was witnessing a preliminary celestial phenomenon, gave 
a terrific yell and was with difficulty reassured with the paddle.  
As for the other three, Good was lying on the flat of his back, 
his eyeglass still fixed in his eye, and gazing blankly into 
the upper darkness.  Sir Henry had his head resting on the thwarts 
of the canoe, and with his hand was trying to test the speed 
of the water.  But when the beam of light fell upon old Umslopogaas 
I could really have laughed.  I think I have said that we had 
put a roast quarter of water-buck into the canoe.  Well, it so 
happened that when we all prostrated ourselves to avoid being 
swept out of the boat and into the water by the rock roof, Umslopogaas's 
head had come down uncommonly near this roast buck, and so soon 
as he had recovered a little from the first shock of our position 
it occurred to him that he was hungry.  Thereupon he coolly cut 
off a chop with Inkosi-kaas, and was now employed in eating it 
with every appearance of satisfaction.  As he afterwards explained, 
he thought that he was going 'on a long journey', and preferred 
to start on a full stomach.  It reminded me of the people who 
are going to be hanged, and who are generally reported in the 
English daily papers to have made 'an excellent breakfast'.

As soon as the others saw that I had managed to light the lamp, 
we bundled Alphonse into the farther end of the canoe with a 
threat which calmed him down wonderfully, that if he would insist 
upon making the darkness hideous with his cries we would put 
him out of suspense by sending him to join the Wakwafi and wait 
for Annette in another sphere, and began to discuss the situation 
as well as we could.  First, however, at Good's suggestion, we 
bound two paddles mast-fashion in the bows so that they might 
give us warning against any sudden lowering of the roof of the 
cave or waterway.  It was clear to us that we were in an underground 
river or, as Alphonse defined it, 'main drain', which carried 
off the superfluous waters of the lake.  Such rivers are well 
known to exist in many parts of the world, but it has not often 
been the evil fortune of explorers to travel by them.  That the 
river was wide we could clearly see, for the light from the bull's-eye 
lantern failed to reach from shore to shore, although occasionally, 
when the current swept us either to one side or the other, we 
could distinguish the rock wall of the tunnel, which, as far 
as we could make out, appeared to arch about twenty-five feet 
above our heads.  As for the current itself, it ran, Good estimated, 
at least eight knots, and, fortunately for us, was, as is usual, 
fiercest in the middle of the stream.  Still, our first act was 
to arrange that one of us, with the lantern and a pole there 
was in the canoe, should always be in the bows ready, if possible, 
to prevent us from being stove in against the side of the cave 
or any projecting rock.  Umslopogaas, having already dined, took 
the first turn.  This was absolutely, with one exception, all 
that we could do towards preserving our safety.  The exception 
was that another of us took up a position in the stern with a 
paddle by means of which it was possible to steer the canoe more 
or less and to keep her from the sides of the cave.  These matters 
attended to, we made a somewhat sparing meal off the cold buck's 
meat (for we did not know how long it might have to last us), 
and then feeling in rather better spirits I gave my opinion that, 
serious as it undoubtedly was, I did not consider our position 
altogether without hope, unless, indeed, the natives were right, 
and the river plunged straight down into the bowels of the earth.  
If not, it was clear that it must emerge somewhere, probably 
on the other side of the mountains, and in that case all we had 
to think of was to keep ourselves alive till we got there, wherever 
'there' might be.  But, of course, as Good lugubriously pointed 
out, on the other hand we might fall victims to a hundred unsuspected 
horrors -- or the river might go on winding away inside the earth 
till it dried up, in which case our fate would indeed be an 
awful one.

'Well, let us hope for the best and prepare ourselves for the 
worst,' said Sir Henry, who is always cheerful and even spirited 
-- a very tower of strength in the time of trouble.  'We have 
come out of so many queer scrapes together, that somehow I almost 
fancy we shall come out of this,' he added.

This was excellent advice, and we proceeded to take it each in 
our separate way -- that is, except Alphonse, who had by now 
sunk into a sort of terrified stupor.  Good was at the helm and 
Umslopogaas in the bows, so there was nothing left for Sir Henry 
and myself to do except to lie down in the canoe and think.  
It certainly was a curious, and indeed almost a weird, position 
to be placed in -- rushing along, as we were, through the bowels 
of the earth, borne on the bosom of a Stygian river, something 
after the fashion of souls being ferried by Charon, as Curtis 
said.  And how dark it was!  The feeble ray from our little lamp 
did but serve to show the darkness.  There in the bows sat old 
Umslopogaas, like Pleasure in the poem, {Endnote 9} watchful 
and untiring, the pole ready to his hand, and behind in the shadow 
I could just make out the form of Good peering forward at the 
ray of light in order to make out how to steer with the paddle 
that he held and now and again dipped into the water.

'Well, well,' thought I, 'you have come in search of adventures, 
Allan my boy, and you have certainly got them.  At your time 
of life, too!  You ought to be ashamed of yourself; but somehow 
you are not, and, awful as it all is, perhaps you will pull through 
after all; and if you don't, why, you cannot help it, you see!  
And when all's said and done an underground river will make 
a very appropriate burying-place.'

At first, however, I am bound to say that the strain upon the 
nerves was very great.  It is trying to the coolest and most 
experienced person not to know from one hour to another if he 
has five minutes more to live, but there is nothing in this world 
that one cannot get accustomed to, and in time we began to get 
accustomed even to that.  And, after all, our anxiety, though 
no doubt natural, was, strictly speaking, illogical, seeing that 
we never know what is going to happen to us the next minute, 
even when we sit in a well-drained house with two policemen patrolling 
under the window --nor how long we have to live.  It is all arranged 
for us, my sons, so what is the use of bothering?

It was nearly midday when we made our dive into darkness, and 
we had set our watch (Good and Umslopogaas) at two, having agreed 
that it should be of a duration of five hours.  At seven o'clock, 
accordingly, Sir Henry and I went on, Sir Henry at the bow and 
I at the stern, and the other two lay down and went to sleep.  
For three hours all went well, Sir Henry only finding it necessary 
once to push us off from the side; and I that but little steering 
was required to keep us straight, as the violent current did 
all that was needed, though occasionally the canoe showed a tendency 
which had to be guarded against to veer and travel broadside 
on.  What struck me as the most curious thing about this wonderful 
river was: how did the air keep fresh?  It was muggy and thick, 
no doubt, but still not sufficiently so to render it bad or even 
remarkably unpleasant.  The only explanation that I can suggest 
is that the water of the lake had sufficient air in it to keep 
the atmosphere of the tunnel from absolute stagnation, this air 
being given out as it proceeded on its headlong way.  Of course 
I only give the solution of the mystery for what it is worth, 
which perhaps is not much.

When I had been for three hours or so at the helm, I began to 
notice a decided change in the temperature, which was getting 
warmer.  At first I took no notice of it, but when, at the expiration 
of another half-hour, I found that it was getting hotter and 
hotter, I called to Sir Henry and asked him if he noticed it, 
or if it was only my imagination.  'Noticed it!' he answered; 
'I should think so.  I am in a sort of Turkish bath.'  Just about 
then the others woke up gasping, and were obliged to begin to 
discard their clothes.  Here Umslopogaas had the advantage, for 
he did not wear any to speak of, except a moocha.

Hotter it grew, and hotter yet, till at last we could scarcely 
breathe, and the perspiration poured out of us.  Half an hour 
more, and though we were all now stark naked, we could hardly 
bear it.  The place was like an antechamber of the infernal regions 
proper.  I dipped my hand into the water and drew it out almost 
with a cry; it was nearly boiling.  We consulted a little thermometer 
we had -- the mercury stood at 123 degrees.  From the surface 
of the water rose a dense cloud of steam.  Alphonse groaned out 
that we were already in purgatory, which indeed we were, though 
not in the sense that he meant it.  Sir Henry suggested that 
we must be passing near the seat of some underground volcanic 
fire, and I am inclined to think, especially in the light of 
what subsequently occurred, that he was right.  Our sufferings 
for some time after this really pass my powers of description.  
We no longer perspired, for all the perspiration had been sweated 
out of us.  We simply lay in the bottom of the boat, which we 
were now physically incapable of directing, feeling like hot 
embers, and I fancy undergoing very much the same sensations 
that the poor fish do when they are dying on land -- namely, 
that of slow suffocation.  Our skins began to crack, and the 
blood to throb in our heads like the beating of a steam-engine.

This had been going on for some time, when suddenly the river 
turned a little, and I heard Sir Henry call out from the bows 
in a hoarse, startled voice, and, looking up, saw a most wonderful 
and awful thing.  About half a mile ahead of us, and a little 
to the left of the centre of the stream -- which we could now 
see was about ninety feet broad -- a huge pillar-like jet of 
almost white flame rose from the surface of the water and sprang 
fifty feet into the air, when it struck the roof and spread out 
some forty feet in diameter, falling back in curved sheets of 
fire shaped like the petals of a full-blown rose.  Indeed this 
awful gas jet resembled nothing so much as a great flaming flower 
rising out of the black water.  Below was the straight stalk, 
a foot or more thick, and above the dreadful bloom.  And as for 
the fearfulness of it and its fierce and awesome beauty, who 
can describe it?  Certainly I cannot.  Although we were now some 
five hundred yards away, it, notwithstanding the steam, lit up 
the whole cavern as clear as day, and we could see that the roof 
was here about forty feet above us, and washed perfectly smooth 
with water.  The rock was black, and here and there I could make 
out long shining lines of ore running through it like great veins, 
but of what metal they were I know not.

On we rushed towards this pillar of fire, which gleamed fiercer 
than any furnace ever lit by man.

'Keep the boat to the right, Quatermain -- to the right,' shouted 
Sir Henry, and a minute afterwards I saw him fall forward senseless.  
Alphonse had already gone.  Good was the next to go.  There 
they lay as though dead; only Umslopogaas and I kept our senses.  
We were within fifty yards of it now, and I saw the Zulu's head 
fall forward on his hands.  He had gone too, and I was alone.  
I could not breathe; the fierce heat dried me up.  For yards 
and yards round the great rose of fire the rock-roof was red-hot.  
The wood of the boat was almost burning.  I saw the feathers 
on one of the dead swans begin to twist and shrivel up; but I 
would not give in.  I knew that if I did we should pass within 
three or four yards of the gas jet and perish miserably.  I set 
the paddle so as to turn the canoe as far from it as possible, 
and held on grimly.

My eyes seemed to be bursting from my head, and through my closed 
lids I could see the fierce light.  We were nearly opposite now; 
it roared like all the fires of hell, and the water boiled furiously 
around it.  Five seconds more.  We were past; I heard the roar 
behind me.

Then I too fell senseless.  The next thing that I recollect is 
feeling a breath of air upon my face.  My eyes opened with great 
difficulty.  I looked up.  Far, far above me there was light, 
though around me was great gloom.  Then I remembered and looked.  
The canoe still floated down the river, and in the bottom of 
it lay the naked forms of my companions.  'Were they dead?' I 
wondered.  'Was I left alone in this awful place?'  I knew not.  
Next I became conscious of a burning thirst.  I put my hand 
over the edge of the boat into the water and drew it up again 
with a cry.  No wonder: nearly all the skin was burnt off the 
back of it.  The water, however, was cold, or nearly so, and 
I drank pints and splashed myself all over.  My body seemed to 
suck up the fluid as one may see a brick wall suck up rain after 
a drought; but where I was burnt the touch of it caused intense 
pain.  Then I bethought myself of the others, and, dragging myself 
towards them with difficulty, I sprinkled them with water, and 
to my joy they began to recover -- Umslopogaas first, then the 
others.  Next they drank, absorbing water like so many sponges.  
Then, feeling chilly -- a queer contrast to our recent sensations 
-- we began as best we could to get into our clothes.  As we 
did so Good pointed to the port side of the canoe: it was all 
blistered with heat, and in places actually charred.  Had it 
been built like our civilized boats, Good said that the planks 
would certainly have warped and let in enough water to sink us; 
but fortunately it was dug out of the soft, willowy wood of a 
single great tree, and had sides nearly three inches and a bottom 
four inches thick.  What that awful flame was we never discovered, 
but I suppose that there was at this spot a crack or hole in 
the bed of the river through which a vast volume of gas forced 
its way from its volcanic home in the bowels of the earth towards 
the upper air.  How it first became ignited is, of course, impossible 
to say -- probably, I should think, from some spontaneous explosion 
of mephitic gases.

As soon as we had got some things together and shaken ourselves 
together a little, we set to work to make out where we were now.  
I have said that there was light above, and on examination we 
found that it came from the sky.  Our rive that was, Sir Henry 
said, a literal realization of the wild vision of the poet 
{Endnote 10}, was no longer underground, but was running on its 
darksome way, not now through 'caverns measureless to man', but 
between two frightful cliffs which cannot have been less than 
two thousand feet high.  So high were they, indeed, that though 
the sky was above us, where we were was dense gloom -- not darkness 
indeed, but the gloom of a room closely shuttered in the daytime.  
Up on either side rose the great straight cliffs, grim and forbidding, 
till the eye grew dizzy with trying to measure their sheer height.  
The little space of sky that marked where they ended lay like 
a thread of blue upon their soaring blackness, which was unrelieved 
by any tree or creeper.  Here and there, however, grew ghostly 
patches of a long grey lichen, hanging motionless to the rock 
as the white beard to the chin of a dead man.  It seemed as though 
only the dregs or heavier part of the light had sunk to the bottom 
of this awful place.  No bright-winged sunbeam could fall so low: 
they died far, far above our heads.

By the river's edge was a little shore formed of round fragments 
of rock washed into this shape by the constant action of water, 
and giving the place the appearance of being strewn with thousands 
of fossil cannon balls.  Evidently when the water of the underground 
river is high there is no beach at all, or very little, between 
the border of the stream and the precipitous cliffs; but now 
there was a space of seven or eight yards.  And here, on this 
beach, we determined to land, in order to rest ourselves a little 
after all that we had gone through and to stretch our limbs.  
It was a dreadful place, but it would give an hour's respite 
from the terrors of the river, and also allow of our repacking 
and arranging the canoe.  Accordingly we selected what looked 
like a favourable spot, and with some little difficulty managed 
to beach the canoe and scramble out on to the round, inhospitable 
pebbles.

'My word,' called out Good, who was on shore the first, 'what 
an awful place!  It's enough to give one a fit.'  And he laughed.

Instantly a thundering voice took up his words, magnifying them 
a hundred times.  'Give one a fit -- Ho! ho! ho!' -- 'A fit, 
Ho! ho! ho!' answered another voice in wild accents from far 
up the cliff -- a fit! a fit! a fit! chimed in voice after voice 
-- each flinging the words to and fro with shouts of awful laughter 
to the invisible lips of the other till the whole place echoed 
with the words and with shrieks of fiendish merriment, which 
at last ceased as suddenly as they had begun.

'Oh, mon Dieu!' yelled Alphonse, startled quite out of such 
self-command as he possessed.

'Mon Dieu!  Mon Dieu!  Mon Dieu!' the Titanic echoes thundered, 
shrieked, and wailed in every conceivable tone.

'Ah,' said Umslopogaas calmly, 'I clearly perceive that devils 
live here.  Well, the place looks like it.'

I tried to explain to him that the cause of all the hubbub was 
a very remarkable and interesting echo, but he would not believe it.

'Ah,' he said, 'I know an echo when I hear one.  There was one lived opposite my kraal in Zululand, and the Intombis [maidens] used 
to talk with it.  But if what we hear is a full-grown echo, mine 
at home can only have been a baby.  No, no -- they are devils 
up there.  But I don't think much of them, though,' he added, 
taking a pinch of snuff.  'They can copy what one says, but they 
don't seem to be able to talk on their own account, and they 
dare not show their faces,' and he relapsed into silence, and 
apparently paid no further attention to such contemptible fiends.

After this we found it necessary to keep our conversation down 
to a whisper -- for it was really unbearable to have every word 
one uttered tossed to and fro like a tennis-ball, as precipice 
called to precipice.

But even our whispers ran up the rocks in mysterious murmurs 
till at last they died away in long-drawn sighs of sound.  Echoes 
are delightful and romantic things, but we had more than enough 
of them in that dreadful gulf.

As soon as we had settled ourselves a little on the round stones, 
we went on to wash and dress our burns as well as we could.  
As we had but a little oil for the lantern, we could not spare 
any for this purpose, so we skinned one of the swans, and used 
the fat off its breast, which proved an excellent substitute.  
Then we repacked the canoe, and finally began to take some food, 
of which I need scarcely say we were in need, for our insensibility 
had endured for many hours, and it was, as our watches showed, 
midday.  Accordingly we seated ourselves in a circle, and were 
soon engaged in discussing our cold meat with such appetite as 
we could muster, which, in my case at any rate, was not much, 
as I felt sick and faint after my sufferings of the previous 
night, and had besides a racking headache.  It was a curious 
meal.  The gloom was so intense that we could scarcely see the 
way to cut our food and convey it to our mouths.  Still we got 
on pretty well, till I happened to look behind me -- my attention 
being attracted by a noise of something crawling over the stones, 
and perceived sitting upon a rock in my immediate rear a huge 
species of black freshwater crab, only it was five times the 
size of any crab I ever saw.  This hideous and loathsome-looking 
animal had projecting eyes that seemed to glare at one, very 
long and flexible antennae or feelers, and gigantic claws.  
Nor was I especially favoured with its company.  From every quarter 
dozens of these horrid brutes were creeping up, drawn, I suppose, 
by the smell of the food, from between the round stones and out 
of holes in the precipice.  Some were already quite close to 
us.  I stared quite fascinated by the unusual sight, and as I 
did so I saw one of the beasts stretch out its huge claw and 
give the unsuspecting Good such a nip behind that he jumped up 
with a howl, and set the 'wild echoes flying' in sober earnest.  
Just then, too, another, a very large one, got hold of Alphonse's 
leg, and declined to part with it, and, as may be imagined, a 
considerable115 scene ensued.  Umslopogaas took his axe and cracked 
the shell of one with the flat of it, whereon it set up a horrid 
screaming which the echoes multiplied a thousandfold, and began 
to foam at the mouth, a proceeding that drew hundreds more of 
its friends out of unsuspected holes and corners.  Those on the 
spot perceiving that the animal was hurt fell upon it like creditors 
on a bankrupt, and literally rent it limb from limb with their 
huge pincers and devoured it, using their claws to convey the 
fragments to their mouths.  Seizing whatever weapons were handy, 
such as stones or paddles, we commenced a war upon the monsters 
-- whose numbers were increasing by leaps and bounds, and whose 
stench was overpowering.  So fast as we cracked their armour 
others seized the injured ones and devoured them, foaming at 
the mouth, and screaming as they did so.  Nor did the brutes 
stop at that.  When they could they nipped hold of us -- and 
awful nips they were -- or tried to steal the meat.  One enormous 
fellow got hold of the swan we had skinned and began to drag 
it off.  Instantly a score of others flung themselves upon the 
prey, and then began a ghastly and disgusting scene.  How the 
monsters foamed and screamed, and rent the flesh, and each other!  
It was a sickening and unnatural sight, and one that will haunt 
all who saw it till their dying day -- enacted as it was in the 
deep, oppressive gloom, and set to the unceasing music of the 
many-toned nerve-shaking echoes.  Strange as it may seem to say 
so, there was something so shockingly human about these fiendish 
creatures -- it was as though all the most evil passions and 
desires of man had got into the shell of a magnified crab and 
gone mad.  They were so dreadfully courageous and intelligent, 
and they looked as if they understood.  The whole scene might 
have furnished material for another canto of Dante's 'Inferno', 
as Curtis said.


'I say, you fellows, let's get out of this or we shall all go 
off our heads,' sung out Good; and we were not slow to take the 
hint.  Pushing the canoe, around which the animals were now crawling 
by hundreds and making vain attempts to climb, off the rocks, 
we bundled into it and got out into mid-stream, leaving behind 
us the fragments of our meal and the screaming, foaming, stinking 
mass of monsters in full possession of the ground.

'Those are the devils of the place,' said Umslopogaas with the 
air of one who has solved a problem, and upon my word I felt 
almost inclined to agree with him.

Umslopogaas' remarks were like his axe -- very much to the point.

'What's to be done next?' said Sir Henry blankly.

'Drift, I suppose,' I answered, and we drifted accordingly.  
All the afternoon and well into the evening we floated on in 
the gloom beneath the far-off line of blue sky, scarcely knowing 
when day ended and night began, for down in that vast gulf the 
difference was not marked, till at length Good pointed out a 
star hanging right above us, which, having nothing better to 
do, we observed with great interest.  Suddenly it vanished, the 
darkness became intense, and a familiar murmuring sound filled 
the air.  'Underground again,' I said with a groan, holding up 
the lamp.  Yes, there was no doubt about it.  I could just make 
out the roof.  The chasm had come to an end and the tunnel had 
recommenced.  And then there began another long, long night of 
danger and horror.  To describe all its incidents would be too 
wearisome, so I will simply say that about midnight we struck 
on a flat projecting rock in mid-stream and were as nearly as 
possible overturned and drowned.  However, at last we got off, 
and went upon the uneven tenor of our way.  And so the hours 
passed till it was nearly three o'clock.  Sir Henry, Good, and 
Alphonse were asleep, utterly worn out; Umslopogaas was at the 
bow with the pole, and I was steering, when I perceived that 
the rate at which we were travelling had perceptibly increased.  
Then, suddenly, I heard Umslopogaas make an exclamation, and 
next second came a sound as of parting branches, and I became 
aware that the canoe was being forced through hanging bushes 
or creepers.  Another minute, and the breath of sweet open air 
fanned my face, and I felt that we had emerged from the tunnel 
and were floating upon clear water.  I say felt, for I could 
see nothing, the darkness being absolutely pitchy, as it often 
is just before the dawn.  But even this could scarcely damp my 
joy.  We were out of that dreadful river, and wherever we might 
have got to this at least was something to be thankful for.  
And so I sat down and inhaled the sweet night air and waited 
for the dawn with such patience as I could command.




CHAPTER XI
THE FROWNING CITY



For an hour or more I sat waiting (Umslopogaas having meanwhile 
gone to sleep also) till at length the east turned grey, and 
huge misty shapes moved over the surface of the water like ghosts 
of long-forgotten dawns.  They were the vapours rising from their 
watery bed to greet the sun.  Then the grey turned to primrose, 
and the primrose grew to red.  Next, glorious bars of light sprang 
up across the eastern sky, and through them the radiant messengers 
of the dawn came speeding upon their arrowy way, scattering the 
ghostly vapours and awaking the mountains with a kiss, as they 
flew from range to range and longitude to longitude.  Another 
moment, and the golden gates were open and the sun himself came 
forth as a bridegroom from his chamber, with pomp and glory and 
a flashing as of ten million spears, and embraced the night and 
covered her with brightness, and it was day.

But as yet I could see nothing save the beautiful blue sky above, 
for over the water was a thick layer of mist exactly as though 
the whole surface had been covered with billows of cotton wool.  
By degrees, however, the sun sucked up the mists, and then I 
saw that we were afloat upon a glorious sheet of blue water of 
which I could not make out the shore.  Some eight or ten miles 
behind us, however, there stretched as far as the eye could reach 
a range of precipitous hills that formed a retaining wall of 
the lake, and I have no doubt but that it was through some entrance 
in these hills that the subterranean river found its way into 
the open water.  Indeed, I afterwards ascertained this to be 
the fact, and it will be some indication of the extraordinary 
strength and directness of the current of the mysterious river 
that the canoe, even at this distance, was still answering to 
it.  Presently, too, I, or rather Umslopogaas, who woke up just 
then, discovered another indication, and a very unpleasant one 
it was.  Perceiving some whitish object upon the water, Umslopogaas 
called my attention to it, and with a few strokes of the paddle 
brought the canoe to the spot, whereupon we discovered that the 
object was the body of a man floating face downwards.  This was 
bad enough, but imagine my horror when Umslopogaas having turned 
him on to his back with the paddle, we recognized in the sunken 
features the lineaments of -- whom do you suppose?  None other 
than our poor servant who had been sucked down two days before 
in the waters of the subterranean river.  It quite frightened 
me.  I thought that we had left him behind for ever, and behold! 
borne by the current, he had made the awful journey with us, 
and with us had reached the end.  His appearance also was dreadful, 
for he bore traces of having touched the pillar of fire -- one 
arm being completely shrivelled up and all his hair being burnt 
off.  The features were, as I have said, sunken, and yet they 
preserved upon them that awful look of despair that I had seen 
upon his living face as the poor fellow was sucked down.  Really 
the sight unnerved me, weary and shaken as I felt with all that 
we had gone through, and I was heartily glad when suddenly and 
without any warning the body began to sink just as though it 
had had a mission, which having been accomplished, it retired; 
the real reason no doubt being that turning it on its back allowed 
a free passage to the gas.  Down it went to the transparent depths 
-- fathom after fathom we could trace its course till at last 
a long line of bright air-bubbles, swiftly chasing each other 
to the surface, alone remained where it had passed.  At length 
these, too, were gone, and that was an end of our poor servant.  
Umslopogaas thoughtfully watched the body vanish.

'What did he follow us for?' he asked.  ''Tis an ill omen for 
thee and me, Macumazahn.'  And he laughed.

I turned on him angrily, for I dislike these unpleasant suggestions.  
If people have such ideas, they ought in common decency to keep 
them to themselves.  I detest individuals who make on the subject 
of their disagreeable presentiments, or who, when they dream 
that they saw one hanged as a common felon, or some such horror, 
will insist upon telling one all about it at breakfast, even 
if they have to get up early to do it.

Just then, however, the others woke up and began to rejoice exceedingly 
at finding that we were out of that dreadful river and once more 
beneath the blue sky.  Then followed a babel of talk and suggestions 
as to what we were to do next, the upshot of all of which was 
that, as we were excessively hungry, and had nothing whatsoever 
left to eat except a few scraps of biltong (dried game-flesh), 
having abandoned all that remained of our provisions to those 
horrible freshwater crabs, we determined to make for the shore.  
But a new difficulty arose.  We did not know where the shore 
was, and, with the exception of the cliffs through which the 
subterranean river made its entry, could see nothing but a wide 
expanse of sparkling blue water.  Observing, however, that the 
long flights of aquatic birds kept flying from our left, we concluded 
that they were advancing from their feeding-grounds on shore 
to pass the day in the lake, and accordingly headed the boat 
towards the quarter whence they came, and began to paddle.  Before 
long, however, a stiffish breeze sprang up, blowing directly 
in the direction we wanted, so we improvized a sail with a blanket 
and the pole, which took us along merrily.  This done, we devoured 
the remnants of our biltong, washed down with the sweet lake 
water, and then lit our pipes and awaited whatever might turn up.

When we had been sailing for an hour, Good, who was searching 
the horizon with the spy-glass, suddenly announced joyfully that 
he saw land, and pointed out that, from the change in the colour 
of the water, he thought we must be approaching the mouth of 
a river.  In another minute we perceived a great golden dome, 
not unlike that of St Paul's, piercing the morning mists, and 
while we were wondering what in the world it could be, Good reported 
another and still more important discovery, namely, that a small 
sailing-boat was advancing towards us.  This bit of news, which 
we were very shortly able to verify with our own eyes, threw 
us into a considerable flutter.  That the natives of this unknown 
lake should understand the art of sailing seemed to suggest that 
they possessed some degree of civilization.  In a few more minutes 
it became evident that the occupant or occupants of the advancing 
boat had made us out.  For a moment or two she hung in the wind 
as though in doubt, and then came tacking towards us with great 
swiftness.  In ten more minutes she was within a hundred yards, 
and we saw that she was a neat little boat -- not a canoe 'dug 
out', but built more or less in the European fashion with planks, 
and carrying a singularly large sail for her size.  But our attention 
was soon diverted from the boat to her crew, which consisted 
of a man and a woman, nearly as white as ourselves.

We stared at each other in amazement, thinking that we must be 
mistaken; but no, there was no doubt about it.  They were not 
fair, but the two people in the boat were decidedly of a white 
as distinguished from a black race, as white, for instance, as 
Spaniards or Italians.  It was a patent fact.  So it was true, 
after all; and, mysteriously led by a Power beyond our own, we 
had discovered this wonderful people.  I could have shouted for 
joy when I thought of the glory and the wonder of the thing; 
and as it was, we all shook hands and congratulated each other 
on the unexpected success of our wild search.  All my life had 
I heard rumours of a white race that existed in the highlands 
of this vast continent, and longed to put them to the proof, 
and now here I saw it with my own eyes, and was dumbfounded.  
Truly, as Sir Henry said, the old Roman was right when he wrote 
'Ex Africa semper aliquid novi', which he tells me means that 
out of Africa there always comes some new thing.

The man in the boat was of a good but not particularly fine physique, 
and possessed straight black hair, regular aquiline features, 
and an intelligent face.  He was dressed in a brown cloth garment, 
something like a flannel shirt without the sleeves, and in an 
unmistakable kilt of the same material.  The legs and feet were 
bare.  Round the right arm and left leg he wore thick rings of 
yellow metal that I judged to be gold.  The woman had a sweet 
face, wild and shy, with large eyes and curling brown hair.  
Her dress was made of the same material as the man's, and consisted, 
as we afterwards discovered, first of a linen under-garment that 
hung down to her knee, and then of a single long strip of cloth, 
about four feet wide by fifteen long, which was wound round the 
body in graceful folds and finally flung over the left shoulder 
so that the end, which was dyed blue or purple or some other 
colour, according to the social standing of the wearer, hung 
down in front, the right arm and breast being, however, left 
quite bare.  A more becoming dress, especially when, as in the 
present case, the wearer was young and pretty, it is quite impossible 
to conceive.  Good (who has an eye for such things) was greatly 
struck with it, and so indeed was I.  It was so simple and yet 
so effective.

Meanwhile, if we had been astonished at the appearance of the 
man and woman, it was clear that they were far more astonished 
at us.  As for the man, he appeared to be overcome with fear 
and wonder, and for a while hovered round our canoe, but would 
not approach.  At last, however, he came within hailing distance, 
and called to us in a language that sounded soft and pleasing 
enough, but of which we could not understand one word.  So we 
hailed back in English, French, Latin, Greek, German, Zulu, Dutch, 
Sisutu, Kukuana, and a few other native dialects that I am acquainted 
with, but our visitor did not understand any of these tongues; 
indeed, they appeared to bewilder him.  As for the lady, she was 
busily employed in taking stock of us, and Good was returning 
the compliment by staring at her hard through his eyeglass, 
a proceeding that she seemed rather to enjoy than otherwise.  
At length, the man, being unable to make anything of us, suddenly 
turned his boat round and began to head off for the shore, 
his little boat skimming away before the wind like a swallow.  
As she passed across our bows the man turned to attend to the 
large sail, and Good promptly took the opportunity to kiss his hand 
to the young lady.  I was horrified at this proceeding, both on 
general grounds and because I feared that she might take offence, 
but to my delight she did not, for, first glancing round and 
seeing that her husband, or brother, or whoever he was, was engaged, 
she promptly kissed hers back.

'Ah!' said I.  'It seems that we have at last found a language 
that the people of this country understand.'

'In which case,' said Sir Henry, 'Good will prove an invaluable 
interpreter.'

I frowned, for I do not approve of Good's frivolities, and he 
knows it, and I turned the conversation to more serious subjects.  
'It is very clear to me,' I said, 'that the man will be back 
before long with a host of his fellows, so we had best make up 
our minds as to how we are going to receive them.'

'The question is how will they receive us?' said Sir Henry.

As for Good he made no remark, but began to extract a small square 
tin case that had accompanied us in all our wanderings from under 
a pile of baggage.  Now we had often remonstrated with Good about 
this tin case, inasmuch as it had been an awkward thing to carry, 
and he had never given any very explicit account as to its contents; 
but he had insisted on keeping it, saying mysteriously that it 
might come in very useful one day.

'What on earth are you going to do, Good?' asked Sir Henry.

'Do -- why dress, of course!  You don't expect me to appear in 
a new country in these things, do you?' and he pointed to his 
soiled and worn garments, which were however, like all Good's 
things, very tidy, and with every tear neatly mended.

We said no more, but watched his proceedings with breathless 
interest.  His first step was to get Alphonse, who was thoroughly 
competent in such matters, to trim his hair and beard in the 
most approved fashion.  I think that if he had had some hot water 
and a cake of soap at hand he would have shaved off the latter; 
but he had not.  This done, he suggested that we should lower 
the sail of the canoe and all take a bath, which we did, greatly 
to the horror and astonishment of Alphonse, who lifted his hands 
and ejaculated that these English were indeed a wonderful people.  
Umslopogaas, who, though he was, like most high-bred Zulus, 
scrupulously cleanly in his person, did not see the fun of swimming 
about in a lake, also regarded the proceeding with mild amusement.  
We got back into the canoe much refreshed by the cold water, 
and sat to dry in the sun, whilst Good undid his tin box, and 
produced first a beautiful clean white shirt, just as it had 
left a London steam laundry, and then some garments wrapped first 
in brown, then in white, and finally in silver paper.  We watched 
this undoing with the tenderest interest and much speculation.  
One by one Good removed the dull husks that hid their splendours, 
carefully folding and replacing each piece of paper as he did 
so; and there at last lay, in all the majesty of its golden epaulettes, 
lace, and buttons, a Commander of the Royal Navy's full-dress 
uniform -- dress sword, cocked hat, shiny patent leather boots 
and all.  We literally gasped.

'What!' we said, 'what!  Are you going to put those things on?'

'Certainly,' he answered composedly; 'you see so much depends 
upon a first impression, especially,' he added, 'as I observe 
that there are ladies about.  One at least of us ought to be 
decently dressed.'

We said no more; we were simply dumbfounded, especially when 
we considered the artful way in which Good had concealed the 
contents of that box for all these months.  Only one suggestion 
did we make -- namely, that he should wear his mail shirt next 
his skin.  He replied that he feared it would spoil the set of 
his coat, now carefully spread in the sun to take the creases 
out, but finally consented to this precautionary measure.  The 
most amusing part of the affair, however, was to see old Umslopogaas's 
astonishment and Alphonse's delight at Good's transformation.  
When at last he stood up in all his glory, even down to the 
medals on his breast, and contemplated himself in the still waters 
of the lake, after the fashion of the young gentleman in ancient 
history, whose name I cannot remember, but who fell in love with 
his own shadow, the old Zulu could no longer restrain his feelings.

'Oh, Bougwan!' he said.  'Oh, Bougwan!  I always thought thee 
an ugly little man, and fat -- fat as the cows at calving time; 
and now thou art like a blue jay when he spreads his tail out.  
Surely, Bougwan, it hurts my eyes to look at thee.'

Good did not much like this allusion to his fat, which, to tell 
the truth, was not very well deserved, for hard exercise had 
brought him down three inches; but on the whole he was pleased 
at Umslopogaas's admiration.  As for Alphonse, he was quite delighted.

'Ah! but Monsieur has the beautiful air -- the air of the warrior.  
It is the ladies who will say so when we come to get ashore.  
Monsieur is complete; he puts me in mind of my heroic grand --'

Here we stopped Alphonse.

As we gazed upon the beauties thus revealed by Good, a spirit 
of emulation filled our breasts, and we set to work to get ourselves 
up as well as we could.  The most, however, that we were able 
to do was to array ourselves in our spare suits of shooting clothes, 
of which we each had several, all the fine clothes in the world 
could never make it otherwise than scrubby and insignificant; 
but Sir Henry looked what he is, a magnificent man in his nearly 
new tweed suit, gaiters, and boots.  Alphonse also got himself 
up to kill, giving an extra turn to his enormous moustaches.  
Even old Umslopogaas, who was not in a general way given to 
the vain adorning of his body, took some oil out of the lantern 
and a bit of tow, and polished up his head-ring with it till 
it shone like Good's patent leather boots.  Then he put on the 
mail shirt Sir Henry had given him and his 'moocha', and, having 
cleaned up Inkosi-kaas a little, stood forth complete.

All this while, having hoisted the sail again as soon as we had 
finished bathing, we had been progressing steadily for the land, 
or, rather, for the mouth of a great river.  Presently -- in 
all about an hour and a half after the little boat had left us 
-- we saw emerging from the river or harbour a large number of 
boats, ranging up to ten or twelve tons burden.  One of these 
was propelled by twenty-four oars, and most of the rest sailed.  
Looking through the glass we soon made out that the row-boat 
was an official vessel, her crew being all dressed in a sort 
of uniform, whilst on the half-deck forward stood an old man 
of venerable appearance, and with a flowing white beard, and 
a sword strapped to his side, who was evidently the commander 
of the craft.  The other boats were apparently occupied by people 
brought out by curiosity, and were rowing or sailing towards 
us as quickly as they could.

'Now for it,' said I.  'What is the betting?  Are they going 
to be friendly or to put an end to us?'

Nobody could answer this question, and, not liking the warlike 
appearance of the old gentleman and his sword, we felt a 
little anxious.

Just then Good spied a school of hippopotami on the water about 
two hundred yards off us, and suggested that it would not be 
a bad plan to impress the natives with a sense of our power by 
shooting some of them if possible.  This, unluckily enough, struck 
us as a good idea, and accordingly we at once got out our eight-bore 
rifles, for which we still had a few cartridges left, and prepared 
for action.  There were four of the animals, a big bull, a cow, 
and two young ones, one three parts grown.  We got up to them 
without difficulty, the great animals contenting themselves with 
sinking down into the water and rising again a few yards farther 
on; indeed, their excessive tameness struck me as being peculiar.  
When the advancing boats were about five hundred yards away, 
Sir Henry opened the ball by firing at the three parts grown 
young one.  The heavy bullet struck it fair between the eyes, 
and, crashing through the skull, killed it, and it sank, leaving 
a long train of blood behind it.  At the same moment I fired 
at the cow, and Good at the old bull.  My shot took effect, but 
not fatally, and down went the hippopotamus with a prodigious 
splashing, only to rise again presently blowing and grunting 
furiously, dyeing all the water round her crimson, when I killed 
her with the left barrel.  Good, who is an execrable shot, missed 
the head of the bull altogether, the bullet merely cutting the 
side of his face as it passed.  On glancing up, after I had fired 
my second shot, I perceived that the people we had fallen among 
were evidently ignorant of the nature of firearms, for the consternation 
caused by our shots and their effect upon the animals was prodigious.  
Some of the parties in the boats began to cry out in fear; others 
turned and made off as hard as they could; and even the old gentleman 
with the sword looked greatly puzzled and alarmed, and halted 
his big row-boat.  We had, however, but little time for observation, 
for just then the old bull, rendered furious by the wound he 
had received, rose fair within forty yards of us, glaring savagely.  
We all fired, and hit him in various places, and down he went.  
We all fired, and hit him in various places, and down he went, 
badly wounded.  Curiosity now began to overcome the fear of the 
onlookers, and some of them sailed on up close to us, amongst 
these being the man and woman whom we had first seen a couple 
of hours or so before, who drew up almost alongside.  Just then 
the great brute rose again within ten yards of their base, and 
instantly with a roar of fury made at it open-mouthed.  The woman 
shrieked, and the man tried to give the boat way, but without 
success.  In another second I saw the huge red jaws and gleaming 
ivories close with a crunch on the frail craft, taking an enormous 
mouthful out of its side and capsizing it.  Down went the boat, 
leaving its occupants struggling in the water.  Next moment, 
before we could do anything towards saving them, the huge and 
furious creature was up again and making open-mouthed at the 
poor girl, who was struggling in the water.  Lifting my rifle 
just as the grinding jaws were about to close on her, I fired 
over her head right down the hippopotamus's throat.  Over he 
went, and commenced turning round and round, snorting, and blowing 
red streams of blood through his nostrils.  Before he could recover 
himself, however, I let him have the other barrel in the side 
of the throat, and that finished him.  He never moved or struggled 
again, but instantly sank.  Our next effort was directed towards 
saving the girl, the man having swum off towards another boat; 
and in this we were fortunately successful, pulling her into 
the canoe (amidst the shouts of the spectators) considerably 
exhausted and frightened, but otherwise unhurt.

Meanwhile the boats had gathered together at a distance, and 
we could see that the occupants, who were evidently much frightened, 
were consulting what to do.  Without giving them time for further 
consideration, which we thought might result unfavourably to 
ourselves, we instantly took our paddles and advanced towards 
them, Good standing in the bow and taking off his cocked hat 
politely in ever direction, his amiable features suffused by 
a bland but intelligent smile.  Most of the craft retreated as 
we advanced, but a few held their ground, while the big row-boat 
came on to meet us.  Presently we were alongside, and I could 
see that our appearance -- and especially Good's and Umslopogaas's 
-- filled the venerable-looking commander with astonishment, 
not unmixed with awe.  He was dressed after the same fashion 
as the man we first met, except that his shirt was not made of 
brown cloth, but of pure white linen hemmed with purple.  The 
kilt, however, was identical, and so were the thick rings of 
gold around the arm and beneath the left knee.  The rowers wore 
only a kilt, their bodies being naked to the waist.  Good took 
off his hat to the old gentleman with an extra flourish, and 
inquired after his health in the purest English, to which he 
replied by laying the first two fingers of his right hand horizontally 
across his lips and holding them there for a moment, which we 
took as his method of salutation.  Then he also addressed some 
remarks to us in the same soft accents that had distinguished 
our first interviewer, which we were forced to indicate we did 
not understand by shaking our heads and shrugging our shoulders.  
This last Alphonse, being to the manner born, did to perfection, 
and in so polite a way that nobody could take any offence.  Then 
we came a standstill, till I, being exceedingly hungry, thought 
I might as well call attention to the fact, and did so first 
by opening my mouth and pointing down it, and then rubbing my 
stomach.  These signals the old gentleman clearly understood, 
for he nodded his head vigorously, and pointed towards the harbour; 
and at the same time one of the men on his boat threw us a line 
and motioned to us to make it fast, which we did.  The row-boat 
then took us in tow, and went with great rapidity towards the 
mouth of the river, accompanied by all the other boats.  In about 
twenty minutes more we reached the entrance to the harbour, which 
was crowded with boats full of people who had come out to see 
us.  We observed that all the occupants were more or less of 
the same type, though some were fairer than others.  Indeed, 
we noticed certain ladies whose skin was of a most dazzling whiteness; 
and the darkest shade of colour which we saw was about that of 
a rather swarthy Spaniard.  Presently the wide river gave a sweep, 
and when it did so an exclamation of astonishment and delight 
burst from our lips as we caught our first view of the place 
that we afterwards knew as Milosis, or the Frowning City (from 
mi, which means city, and losis, a frown).

At a distance of some five hundred yards from the river's bank 
rose a sheer precipice of granite, two hundred feet or so in 
height, which had no doubt once formed the bank itself -- the 
intermediate space of land now utilized as docks and roadways 
having been gained by draining, and deepening and embanking 
the stream.

On the brow of this precipice stood a great building of the same 
granite that formed the cliff, built on three sides of a square, 
the fourth side being open, save for a kind of battlement pierced 
at its base by a little door.  This imposing place we afterwards 
discovered was the palace of the queen, or rather of the queens.  
At the back of the palace the town sloped gently upwards to 
a flashing building of white marble, crowned by the golden dome 
which we had already observed.  The city was, with the exception 
of this one building, entirely built of red granite, and laid 
out in regular blocks with splendid roadways between.  So far 
as we could see also the houses were all one-storied and detached, 
with gardens round them, which gave some relief to the eye wearied 
with the vista of red granite.  At the back of the palace a road 
of extraordinary width stretched away up the hill for a distance 
of a mile and a half or so, and appeared to terminate at an open 
space surrounding the gleaming building that crowned the hill.  
But right in front of us was the wonder and glory of Milosis 
-- the great staircase of the palace, the magnificence of which 
took our breath away.  Let the reader imagine, if he can, a splendid 
stairway, sixty-five feet from balustrade to balustrade, consisting 
of two vast flights, each of one hundred and twenty-five steps 
of eight inches in height by three feet broad, connected by a 
flat resting-place sixty feet in length, and running from the 
palace wall on the edge of the precipice down to meet a waterway 
or canal cut to its foot from the river.  This marvellous staircase 
was supported upon a single enormous granite arch, of which the 
resting-place between the two flights formed the crown; that 
is, the connecting open space lay upon it.  From this archway 
sprang a subsidiary flying arch, or rather something that resembled 
a flying arch in shape, such as none of us had seen in any other 
country, and of which the beauty and wonder surpassed all that 
we had ever imagined.  Three hundred feet from point to point, 
and no less than five hundred and fifty round the curve, that 
half-arc soared touching the bridge it supported for a space 
of fifty feet only, one end resting on and built into the parent 
archway, and the other embedded in the solid granite of the side 
of the precipice.

This staircase with its supports was, indeed, a work of which 
any living man might have been proud, both on account of its 
magnitude and its surpassing beauty.  Four times, as we afterwards 
learnt, did the work, which was commenced in remote antiquity, 
fail, and was then abandoned for three centuries when half-finished, 
till at last there rose a youthful engineer named Rademas, who 
said that he would complete it successfully, and staked his life 
upon it.  If he failed he was to be hurled from the precipice 
he had undertaken to scale; if he succeeded, he was to be rewarded 
by the hand of the king's daughter.  Five years was given to 
him to complete the work, and an unlimited supply of labour and 
material.  Three times did his arch fall, till at last, seeing 
failure to be inevitable, he determined to commit suicide on 
the morrow of the third collapse.  That night, however, a beautiful 
woman came to him in a dream and touched his forehead, and of 
a sudden he saw a vision of the completed work, and saw too through 
the masonry and how the difficulties connected with the flying 
arch that had hitherto baffled his genius were to be overcome.  
Then he awoke and once more commenced the work, but on a different 
plan, and behold! he achieved it, and on the last day of the 
five years he led the princess his bride up the stair and into 
the palace.  And in due course he became king by right of his 
wife, and founded the present Zu-Vendi dynasty, which is to this 
day called the 'House of the Stairway', thus proving once more 
how energy and talent are the natural stepping-stones to grandeur.  
And to commemorate his triumph he fashioned a statue of himself 
dreaming, and of the fair woman who touched him on the forehead, 
and placed it in the great hall of the palace, and there it stands 
to this day.

Such was the great stair of Milosis, and such the city beyond.  
No wonder they named it the 'Frowning City', for certainly those 
mighty works in solid granite did seem to frown down upon our 
littleness in their sombre splendour.  This was so even in the 
sunshine, but when the storm-clouds gathered on her imperial 
brow Milosis looked more like a supernatural dwelling-place, 
or some imagining of a poet's brain, than what she is -- 
a mortal city, carven by the patient genius of generations out 
of the red silence of the mountain side.




CHAPTER XII
THE SISTER QUEENS



The big rowing-boat glided on up the cutting that ran almost 
to the foot of the vast stairway, and then halted at a flight 
of steps leading to the landing-place.  Here the old gentleman 
disembarked, and invited us to do so likewise, which, having 
no alternative, and being nearly starved, we did without hesitation 
-- taking our rifles with us, however.  As each of us landed, 
our guide again laid his fingers on his lips and bowed deeply, 
at the same time ordering back the crowds which had assembled 
to gaze on us.  The last to leave the canoe was the girl we had 
picked out of the water, for whom her companion was waiting.  
Before she went away she kissed my hand, I suppose as a token 
of gratitude for having saved her from the fury of the hippopotamus; 
and it seemed to me that she had by this time quite got over 
any fear she might have had of us, and was by no means anxious 
to return in such a hurry to her lawful owners.  At any rate, 
she was going to kiss Good's hand as well as mine, when the young 
man interfered and led her off.  As soon as we were on shore, 
a number of the men who had rowed the big boat took possession 
of our few goods and chattels, and started with them up the splendid 
staircase, our guide indicating to us by means of motions that 
the things were perfectly safe.  This done, he turned to the 
right and led the way to a small house, which was, as I afterwards 
discovered, an inn.  Entering into a good-sized room, we saw 
that a wooden table was already furnished with food, presumably 
in preparation for us.  Here our guide motioned us to be seated 
on a bench that ran the length of the table.  We did not require 
a second invitation, but at once fell to ravenously on the viands 
before us, which were served on wooden platters, and consisted 
of cold goat's-flesh, wrapped up in some kind of leaf that gave 
it a delicious flavour, green vegetables resembling lettuces, 
brown bread, and red wine poured from a skin into horn mugs.  
This wine was peculiarly soft and good, having something of 
the flavour of Burgundy.  Twenty minutes after we sat down at 
that hospitable board we rose from it, feeling like new men.  
After all that we had gone through we needed two things, food 
and rest, and the food of itself was a great blessing to us.  
Two girls of the same charming cast of face as the first whom 
we had seen waited on us while we ate, and very nicely they did 
it.  They were also dressed in the same fashion namely, in a 
white linen petticoat coming to the knee, and with the toga-like 
garment of brown cloth, leaving bare the right arm and breast.  
I afterwards found out that this was the national dress, and 
regulated by an iron custom, though of course subject to variations.  
Thus, if the petticoat was pure white, it signified that the 
wearer was unmarried; if white, with a straight purple stripe 
round the edge, that she was married and a first or legal wife; 
if with a black stripe, that she was a widow.  In the same way 
the toga, or 'kaf', as they call it, was of different shades 
of colour, from pure white to the deepest brown, according to 
the rank of the wearer, and embroidered at the end in various 
ways.  This also applies to the 'shirts' or tunics worn by the 
men, which varied in material and colour; but the kilts were 
always the same except as regards quality.  One thing, however, 
every man and woman in the country wore as the national insignia, 
and that was the thick band of gold round the right arm above 
the elbow, and the left leg beneath the knee.  People of high 
rank also wore a torque of gold round the neck, and I observed 
that our guide had one on.

So soon as we had finished our meal our venerable conductor, 
who had been standing all the while, regarding us with inquiring 
eyes, and our guns with something as like fear as his pride would 
allow him to show, bowed towards Good, whom he evidently took 
for the leader of the party on account of the splendour of his 
apparel, and once more led the way through the door and to the 
foot of the great staircase.  Here we paused for a moment to 
admire two colossal lions, each hewn from a single block of pure 
black marble, and standing rampant on the terminations of the 
wide balustrades of the staircase.  These lions are magnificently 
executed, and it is said were sculptured by Rademas, the great 
prince who designed the staircase, and who was without doubt, 
to judge from the many beautiful examples of his art that we 
saw afterwards, one of the finest sculptors who ever lived, either 
in this or any other country.  Then we climbed almost with a 
feeling of awe up that splendid stair, a work executed for all 
time and that will, I do not doubt, be admired thousands of years 
hence by generations unborn unless an earthquake should throw 
it down.  Even Umslopogaas, who as a general rule made it a point 
of honour not to show astonishment, which he considered undignified, 
was fairly startled out of himself, and asked it the 'bridge 
had been built by men or devils', which was his vague way of 
alluding to any supernatural power.  But Alphonse did not care 
about it.  Its solid grandeur jarred upon the frivolous little 
Frenchman, who said that it was all 'tres magnifique, mais triste 
-- ah, triste!' and went on to suggest that it would be improved 
if the balustrades were gilt.

On we went up the first flight of one hundred and twenty steps, 
across the broad platform joining it to the second flight, where 
we paused to admire the glorious view of one of the most beautiful 
stretches of country that the world can show, edged by the blue 
waters of the lake.  Then we passed on up the stair till at last 
we reached the top, where we found a large standing space to 
which there were three entrances, all of small size.  Two of 
these opened on to rather narrow galleries or roadways cut in 
the face of the precipice that ran round the palace walls and 
led to the principal thoroughfares of the city, and were used 
by the inhabitants passing up and down from the docks.  These 
were defended by gates of bronze, and also, as we afterwards 
learnt, it was possible to let down a portion of the roadways 
themselves by withdrawing certain bolts, and thus render it quite 
impracticable for an enemy to pass.  The third entrance consisted 
of a flight of ten curved black marble steps leading to a doorway 
cut in the palace wall.  This wall was in itself a work of art, 
being built of huge blocks of granite to the height of forty 
feet, and so fashioned that its face was concave, whereby it 
was rendered practically impossible for it to be scaled.  To 
this doorway our guide led us.  The door, which was massive, 
and made of wood protected by an outer gate of bronze, was closed; 
but on our approach it was thrown wide, and we were met by the 
challenge of a sentry, who was armed with a heavy triangular-bladed 
spear, not unlike a bayonet in shape, and a cutting sword, and 
protected by breast and back plates of skilfully prepared hippopotamus 
hide, and a small round shield fashioned of the same tough material.  
The sword instantly attracted our attention; it was practically 
identical with the one in the possession of Mr Mackenzie which 
he had obtained from the ill-starred wanderer.  There was no 
mistaking the gold-lined fretwork cut in the thickness of the 
blade.  So the man had told the truth after all.  Our guide instantly 
gave a password, which the soldier acknowledged by letting the 
iron shaft of his spear fall with a ringing sound upon the pavement, 
and we passed on through the massive wall into the courtyard 
of the palace.  This was about forty yards square, and laid out 
in flower-beds full of lovely shrubs and plants, many of which 
were quite new to me.  Through the centre of this garden ran 
a broad walk formed of powdered shells brought from the lake 
in the place of gravel.  Following this we came to another doorway 
with a round heavy arch, which is hung with thick curtains, for 
there are no doors in the palace itself.  Then came another short 
passage, and we were in the great hall of the palace, and once 
more stood astonished at the simple and yet overpowering grandeur 
of the place.

The hall is, as we afterwards learnt, one hundred and fifty feet 
long by eighty wide, and has a magnificent arched roof of carved 
wood.  Down the entire length of the building there are on either 
side, and at a distance of twenty feet from the wall, slender 
shafts of black marble springing sheer to the roof, beautifully 
fluted, and with carved capitals.  At one end of this great place 
which these pillars support is the group of which I have already 
spoken as executed by the King Rademas to commemorate his building 
of the staircase; and really, when we had time to admire it, 
its loveliness almost struck us dumb.  The group, of which the 
figures are in white, and the rest is black marble, is about 
half as large again as life, and represents a young man of noble 
countenance and form sleeping heavily upon a couch.  One arm 
is carelessly thrown over the side of this couch, and his head 
reposes upon the other, its curling locks partially hiding it.  
Bending over him, her hand resting on his forehead, is a draped 
female form of such white loveliness as to make the beholder's 
breath stand still.  And as for the calm glory that shines upon 
her perfect face -- well, I can never hope to describe it.  But 
there it rests like the shadow of an angel's smile; and power, 
love, and divinity all have their part in it.  Her eyes are fixed 
upon the sleeping youth, and perhaps the most extraordinary thing 
about this beautiful work is the success with which the artist 
has succeeded in depicting on the sleeper's worn and weary face 
the sudden rising of a new and spiritual thought as the spell 
begins to work within his mind.  You can see that an inspiration 
is breaking in upon the darkness of the man's soul as the dawn 
breaks in upon the darkness of night.  It is a glorious piece 
of statuary, and none but a genius could have conceived it.  
Between each of the black marble columns is some such group of 
figures, some allegorical, and some representing the persons 
and wives of deceased monarchs or great men; but none of them, 
in our opinion, comes up the one I have described, although several 
are from the hand of the sculptor and engineer, King Rademas.

In the exact centre of the hall was a solid mass of black marble 
about the size of a baby's arm-chair, which it rather resembled 
in appearance.  This, as we afterwards learnt, was the sacred 
stone of this remarkable people, and on it their monarchs laid 
their hand after the ceremony of coronation, and swore by the 
sun to safeguard the interests of the empire, and to maintain 
its customs, traditions, and laws.  This stone was evidently 
exceedingly ancient (as indeed all stones are), and was scored 
down its sides with long marks or lines, which Sir Henry said 
proved it to have been a fragment that at some remote period 
in its history had been ground in the iron jaws of glaciers.  
There was a curious prophecy about this block of marble, which 
was reported among the people to have fallen from the sun, to 
the effect that when it was shattered into fragments a king of 
alien race should rule over the land.  As the stone, however, 
looked remarkably solid, the native princes seemed to have a 
fair chance of keeping their own for many a long year.

At the end of the hall is a dais spread with rich carpets, on 
which two thrones are set side by side.  These thrones are shaped 
like great chairs, and made of solid gold.  The seats are richly 
cushioned, but the backs are left bare, and on each is carved 
the emblem of the sun, shooting out his fiery rays in all directions.  
The footstools are golden lions couchant, with yellow topazes 
set in them for eyes.  There are no other gems about them.

The place is lighted by numerous but narrow windows, placed high 
up, cut on the principle of the loopholes to be seen in ancient 
castles, but innocent of glass, which was evidently unknown here.

Such is a brief description of this splendid hall in which we 
now found ourselves, compiled of course from our subsequent knowledge 
of it.  On this occasion we had but little time for observation, 
for when we entered we perceived that a large number of men were 
gathered together in front of the two thrones, which were unoccupied.  
The principal among them were seated on carved wooden chairs 
ranged to the right and the left of the thrones, but not in front 
of them, and were dressed in white tunics, with various embroideries 
and different coloured edgings, and armed with the usual pierced 
and gold-inlaid swords.  To judge from the dignity of their appearance, 
they seemed one and all to be individuals of very great importance.  
Behind each of these great men stood a small knot of followers 
and attendants.

Seated by themselves, in a little group to the left of the throne, 
were six men of a different stamp.  Instead of wearing the ordinary 
kilt, they were clothed in long robes of pure white linen, with 
the same symbol of the sun that is to be seen on the back of 
the chairs, emblazoned in gold thread upon the breast.  This 
garment was girt up at the waist with a simple golden curb-like 
chain, from which hung long elliptic plates of the same metal, 
fashioned in shiny scales like those of a fish, that, as their 
wearers moved, jingled and reflected the light.  They were all 
men of mature age and of a severe and impressive cast of features, 
which was rendered still more imposing by the long beards they wore.

The personality of one individual among them, however, impressed 
us at once.  He seemed to stand out among his fellows and refuse 
to be overlooked.  He was very old -- eighty at least -- and 
extremely tall, with a long snow-white beard that hung nearly 
to his waist.  His features were aquiline and deeply cut, and 
his eyes were grey and cold-looking.  The heads of the others 
were bare, but this man wore a round cap entirely covered with 
gold embroidery, from which we judged that he was a person of 
great importance; and indeed we afterwards discovered that he 
was Agon, the High Priest of the country.  As we approached, 
all these men, including the priests, rose and bowed to us with 
the greatest courtesy, at the same time placing the two fingers 
across the lips in salutation.  Then soft-footed attendants advanced 
from between the pillars, bearing seats, which were placed in 
a line in front of the thrones.  We three sat down, Alphonse 
and Umslopogaas standing behind us.  Scarcely had we done so 
when there came a blare of trumpets from some passage to the 
right, and a similar blare from the left.  Next a man with a 
long white wand of ivory appeared just in front of the right-hand 
throne, and cried out something in a loud voice, ending with 
the word Nyleptha, repeated three times; and another man, similarly 
attired, called out a similar sentence before the other throne, 
but ending with the word Sorais, also repeated thrice.  Then 
came the tramp of armed men from each side entrance, and in filed 
about a score of picked and magnificently accoutred guards, who 
formed up on each side of the thrones, and let their heavy iron-handled 
spears fall simultaneously with a clash upon the black marble 
flooring.  Another double blare of trumpets, and in from either 
side, each attended by six maidens, swept the two Queens of Zu-Vendis, 
everybody in the hall rising to greet them as they came.

I have seen beautiful women in my day, and am no longer thrown 
into transports at the sight of a pretty face; but language fails 
me when I try to give some idea of the blaze of loveliness that 
then broke upon us in the persons of these sister Queens.  Both 
were young -- perhaps five-and-twenty years of age -- both were 
tall and exquisitely formed; but there the likeness stopped.  
One, Nyleptha, was a woman of dazzling fairness; her right arm 
and breast bare, after the custom of her people, showed like 
snow even against her white and gold-embroidered 'kaf', or toga.  
And as for her sweet face, all I can say is, that it was one 
that few men could look on and forget.  Her hair, a veritable 
crown of gold, clustered in short ringlets over her shapely head, 
half hiding the ivory brow, beneath which eyes of deep and glorious 
grey flashed out in tender majesty.  I cannot attempt to describe 
her other features, only the mouth was most sweet, and curved 
like Cupid's bow, and over the whole countenance there shone 
an indescribable look of loving-kindness, lit up by a shadow 
of delicate humour that lay upon her face like a touch of silver 
on a rosy cloud.

She wore no jewels, but on her neck, arm, and knee were the usual 
torques of gold, in this instance fashioned like a snake; and 
her dress was of pure white linen of excessive fineness, plentifully 
embroidered with gold and with the familiar symbols of the sun.

Her twin sister, Sorais, was of a different and darker type of 
beauty.  Her hair was wavy like Nyleptha's but coal-black, and 
fell in masses on her shoulders; her complexion was olive, her 
eyes large, dark, and lustrous; the lips were full, and I thought 
rather cruel.  Somehow her face, quiet and even cold as it is, 
gave an idea of passion in repose, and caused one to wonder involuntarily 
what its aspect would be if anything occurred to break the calm.  
It reminded me of the deep sea, that even on the bluest days 
never loses its visible stamp of power, and in its murmuring 
sleep is yet instinct with the spirit of the storm.  Her figure, 
like her sister's, was almost perfect in its curves and outlines, 
but a trifle more rounded, and her dress was absolutely the same.

As this lovely pair swept onwards to their respective thrones, 
amid the deep attentive silence of the Court, I was bound to 
confess to myself that they did indeed fulfil my idea of royalty.  
Royal they were in every way -- in form, in grace, and queenly 
dignity, and in the barbaric splendour of their attendant pomp.  
But methought that they needed no guards or gold to proclaim 
their power and bind the loyalty of wayward men.  A glance from 
those bright eyes or a smile from those sweet lips, and while 
the red blood runs in the veins of youth women such as these 
will never lack subjects ready to do their biddings to the death.

But after all they were women first and queens afterwards, and 
therefore not devoid of curiosity.  As they passed to their seats 
I saw both of them glance swiftly in our direction.  I saw, too, 
that their eyes passed by me, seeing nothing to charm them in 
the person of an insignificant and grizzled old man.  Then they 
looked with evident astonishment on the grim form of old Umslopogaas, 
who raised his axe in salutation.  Attracted next by the splendour 
of Good's apparel, for a second their glance rested on him like 
a humming moth upon a flower, then off it darted to where Sir 
Henry Curtis stood, the sunlight from a window playing upon his 
yellow hair and peaked beard, and marking the outlines of his 
massive frame against the twilight of the somewhat gloomy hall.  
He raised his eyes, and they met the fair Nyleptha's full, and 
thus for the first time the goodliest man and woman that it has 
ever been my lot to see looked one upon another.  And why it 
was I know not, but I saw the swift blood run up Nyleptha's skin 
as the pink lights run up the morning sky.  Red grew her fair 
bosom and shapely arm, red the swanlike neck; the rounded cheeks 
blushed red as the petals of a rose, and then the crimson flood 
sank back to whence it came and left her pale and trembling.

I glanced at Sir Henry.  He, too, had coloured up to the eyes.

'Oh, my word!' thought I to myself, 'the ladies have come on 
the stage, and now we may look to the plot to develop itself.'  
And I sighed and shook my head, knowing that the beauty of a 
woman is like the beauty of the lightning -- a destructive thing 
and a cause of desolation.  By the time that I had finished my 
reflections both the Queens were on the thrones, for all this 
had happened in about six seconds.  Once more the unseen trumpets 
blared out, and then the Court seated itself, and Queen Sorais 
motioned to us to do likewise.

Next from among the crowd whither he had withdrawn stepped forward 
our guide, the old gentleman who had towed us ashore, holding 
by the hand the girl whom we had seen first and afterwards rescued 
from the hippopotamus.  Having made obeisance he proceeded to 
address the Queens, evidently describing to them the way and 
place where we had been found.  It was most amusing to watch 
the astonishment, not unmixed with fear, reflected upon their 
faces as they listened to his tale.  Clearly they could not understand 
how we had reached the lake and been found floating on it, and 
were inclined to attribute our presence to supernatural causes.  
Then the narrative proceeded, as I judged from the frequent 
appeals that our guide made to the girl, to the point where we 
had shot the hippopotami, and we at once perceived that there 
was something very wrong about those hippopotami, for the history 
was frequently interrupted by indignant exclamations from the 
little group of white-robed priests and even from the courtiers, 
while the two Queens listened with an amazed expression, especially 
when our guide pointed to the rifles in our hands as being the 
means of destruction.  And here, to make matters clear, I may 
as well explain at once that the inhabitants of Zu-Vendis are 
sun-worshippers, and that for some reason or another the hippopotamus 
is sacred among them.  Not that they do not kill it, because 
at a certain season of the year they slaughter thousands -- which 
are specially preserved in large lakes up the country -- and 
use their hides for armour for soldiers; but this does not prevent 
them from considering these animals as sacred to the sun. {Endnote 11}  
Now, as ill luck would have it, the particular hippopotami we 
had shot were a family of tame animals that were kept in the 
mouth of the port and daily fed by priests whose special duty 
it was to attend to them.  When we shot them I thought that the 
brutes were suspiciously tame, and this was, as we afterwards 
ascertained, the cause of it.  Thus it came about that in attempting 
to show off we had committed sacrilege of a most aggravated nature.

When our guide had finished his tale, the old man with the long 
beard and round cap, whose appearance I have already described, 
and who was, as I have said, the High Priest of the country, 
and known by the name of Agon, rose and commenced an impassioned 
harangue.  I did not like the look of his cold grey eye as he 
fixed it on us.  I should have liked it still less had I known 
that in the name of the outraged majesty of his god he was demanding 
that the whole lot of us should be offered up as a sacrifice 
by means of being burnt alive.

After he had finished speaking the Queen Sorais addressed him 
in a soft and musical voice, and appeared, to judge from his 
gestures of dissent, to be putting the other side of the question 
before him.  Then Nyleptha spoke in liquid accents.  Little did 
we know that she was pleading for our lives.  Finally, she turned 
and addressed a tall, soldierlike man of middle age with a black 
beard and a long plain sword, whose name, as we afterwards learnt, 
was Nasta, and who was the greatest lord in the country; apparently 
appealing to him for support.  Now when Sir Henry had caught 
her eye and she had blushed so rosy red, I had seen that the 
incident had not escaped this man's notice, and, what is more, 
that it was eminently disagreeable to him, for he bit his lip 
and his hand tightened on his sword-hilt.  Afterwards we learnt 
that he was an aspirant for the hand of this Queen in marriage, 
which accounted for it.  This being so, Nyleptha could not have 
appealed to a worse person, for, speaking in slow, heavy tones, 
he appeared to confirm all that the High Priest Agon had said.  
As he spoke, Sorais put her elbow on her knee, and, resting 
her chin on her hand, looked at him with a suppressed smile upon 
her lips, as though she saw through the man, and was determined 
to be his match; but Nyleptha grew very angry, her cheek flushed, 
her eyes flashed, and she did indeed look lovely.  Finally she 
turned to Agon and seemed to give some sort of qualified assent, 
for he bowed at her words; and as she spoke she moved her hands 
as though to emphasize what she said; while all the time Sorais 
kept her chin on her hand and smiled.  Then suddenly Nyleptha 
made a sign, the trumpets blew again, and everybody rose to leave 
the hall save ourselves and the guards, whom she motioned to stay.

When they were all gone she bent forward and, smiling sweetly, 
partially by signs and partially by exclamations made it clear 
to us that she was very anxious to know where we came from.  
The difficulty was how to explain, but at last an idea struck 
me.  I had my large pocket-book in my pocket and a pencil.  Taking 
it out, I made a little sketch of a lake, and then as best I 
could I drew the underground river and the lake at the other 
end.  When I had done this I advanced to the steps of the throne 
and gave it to her.  She understood it at once and clapped her 
hands with delight, and then descending from the throne took 
it to her sister Sorais, who also evidently understood.  Next 
she took the pencil from me, and after examining it with curiosity 
proceeded to make a series of delightful little sketches, the 
first representing herself holding out both hands in welcome, 
and a man uncommonly like Sir Henry taking them.  Next she drew 
a lovely little picture of a hippopotamus rolling about dying 
in the water, and of an individual, in whom we had no difficulty 
in recognizing Agon the High Priest, holding up his hands in 
horror on the bank.  Then followed a most alarming picture of 
a dreadful fiery furnace and of the same figure, Agon, poking 
us into it with a forked stick.  This picture perfectly horrified 
me, but I was a little reassured when she nodded sweetly and 
proceeded to make a fourth drawing -- a man again uncommonly 
like Sir Henry, and of two women, in whom I recognized Sorais 
and herself, each with one arm around him, and holding a sword 
in protection over him.  To all of these Sorais, who I saw was 
employed in carefully taking us all in -- especially Curtis -- 
signified her approval by nodding.

At last Nyleptha drew a final sketch of a rising sun, indicating 
that she must go, and that we should meet on the following morning; 
whereat Sir Henry looked so disappointed that she saw it, and, 
I suppose by way of consolation, extended her hand to him to 
kiss, which he did with pious fervour.  At the same time Sorais, 
off whom Good had never taken his eyeglass during the whole indaba 
[interview], rewarded him by giving him her hand to kiss, though, 
while she did so, her eyes were fixed upon Sir Henry.  I am glad 
to say that I was not implicated in these proceedings; neither 
of them gave me her hand to kiss.

Then Nyleptha turned and addressed the man who appeared to be 
in command of the bodyguard, apparently from her manner and his 
frequent obeisances, giving him very stringent and careful orders; 
after which, with a somewhat coquettish nod and smile, she left 
the hall, followed by Sorais and most of the guards.

When the Queens had gone, the officer whom Nyleptha had addressed 
came forward and with many tokens of deep respect led us from 
the hall through various passages to a sumptuous set of apartments 
opening out of a large central room lighted with brazen swinging 
lamps (for it was now dusk) and richly carpeted and strewn with 
couches.  On a table in the centre of the room was set a profusion 
of food and fruit, and, what is more, flowers.  There was a delicious 
wine also in ancient-looking sealed earthenware flagons, and 
beautifully chased golden and ivory cups to drink it from.  Servants, 
male and female, also were there to minister to us, and whilst 
we ate, from some recess outside the apartment

 
'The silver lute did speak between 
The trumpet's lordly blowing;'


and altogether we found ourselves in a sort of earthly paradise 
which was only disturbed by the vision of that disgusting High 
Priest who intended to commit us to the flames.  But so very 
weary were we with our labours that we could scarcely keep ourselves 
awake through the sumptuous meal, and as soon as it was over 
we indicated that we desired to sleep.  As a further precaution 
against surprise we left Umslopogaas with his axe to sleep in 
the main chamber near the curtained doorways leading to the apartments 
which we occupied respectively, Good and I in the one, and Sir 
Henry and Alphonse in the other.  Then throwing off our clothes, 
with the exception of the mail shirts, which we considered it 
safer to keep on, we flung ourselves down upon the low and luxurious 
couches, and drew the silk-embroidered coverlids over us.

In two minutes I was just dropping off when I was aroused by 
Good's voice.

'I say, Quatermain,' he said, 'did you ever see such eyes?'

'Eyes!' I said, crossly; 'what eyes?'

'Why, the Queen's, of course!  Sorais, I mean -- at least 
I think that is her name.'

'Oh, I don't know,' I yawned; 'I didn't notice them much: 
I suppose they are good eyes,' and again I dropped off.

Five minutes or so elapsed, and I was once more awakened.

'I say, Quatermain,' said the voice.

'Well,' I answered testily, 'what is it now?'

'Did you notice her ankle?  The shape --'

This was more than I could stand.  By my bed stood the veldtschoons 
I had been wearing.  Moved quite beyond myself, I took them up 
and threw them straight at Good's head -- and hit it.

Afterwards I slept the sleep of the just, and a very heavy sleep 
it must be.  As for Good, I don't know if he went to sleep or 
if he continued to pass Sorais' beauties in mental review, and, 
what is more, I don't care.




CHAPTER XIII
ABOUT THE ZU-VENDI PEOPLE



And now the curtain is down for a few hours, and the actors in 
this novel drama are plunged in dewy sleep.  Perhaps we should 
except Nyleptha, whom the reader may, if poetically inclined, 
imagine lying in her bed of state encompassed by her maidens, 
tiring women, guards, and all the other people and appurtenances 
that surround a throne, and yet not able to slumber for thinking 
of the strangers who had visited a country where no such strangers 
had ever come before, and wondering, as she lay awake, who they 
were and what their past has been, and if she was ugly compared 
to the women of their native place.  I, however, not being poetically 
inclined, will take advantage of the lull to give some account 
of the people among whom we found ourselves, compiled, needless 
to state, from information which we subsequently collected.

The name of this country, to begin at the beginning, is Zu-Vendis, 
from Zu, 'yellow', and Vendis, 'place or country'.  Why it is 
called the Yellow Country I have never been able to ascertain 
accurately, nor do the inhabitants themselves know.  Three reasons 
are, however, given, each of which would suffice to account for 
it.  The first is that the name owes its origin to the great 
quantity of gold that is found in the land.  Indeed, in this 
respect Zu-Vendis is a veritable Eldorado, the precious metal 
being extraordinarily plentiful.  At present it is collected 
from purely alluvial diggings, which we subsequently inspected, 
and which are situated within a day's journey from Milosis, being 
mostly found in pockets and in nuggets weighing from an ounce 
up to six or seven pounds in weight.  But other diggings of a 
similar nature are known to exist, and I have besides seen great 
veins of gold-bearing quartz.  In Zu-Vendis gold is a much commoner 
metal than silver, and thus it has curiously enough come to pass 
that silver is the legal tender of the country.

The second reason given is, that at certain times of the year 
the native grasses of the country, which are very sweet and good, 
turn as yellow as ripe corn; and the third arises from a tradition 
that the people were originally yellow skinned, but grew white 
after living for many generations upon these high lands.  Zu-Vendis 
is a country about the size of France, is, roughly speaking, 
oval in shape; and on every side cut off from the surrounding 
territory by illimitable forests of impenetrable thorn, beyond 
which are said to be hundreds of miles of morasses, deserts, 
and great mountains.  It is, in short, a huge, high tableland 
rising up in the centre of the dark continent, much as in southern 
Africa flat-topped mountains rise from the level of the surrounding 
veldt.  Milosis itself lies, according to my aneroid, at a level 
of about nine thousand feet above the sea, but most of the land 
is even higher, the greatest elevation of the open country being, 
I believe, about eleven thousand feet.  As a consequence the 
climate is, comparatively speaking, a cold one, being very similar 
to that of southern England, only brighter and not so rainy.  
The land is, however, exceedingly fertile, and grows all cereals 
and temperate fruits and timber to perfection; and in the lower-lying 
parts even produces a hardy variety of sugar-cane.  Coal is found 
in great abundance, and in many places crops out from the surface; 
and so is pure marble, both black and white.  The same may be 
said of almost every metal except silver, which is scarce, and 
only to be obtained from a range of mountains in the north.

Zu-Vendis comprises in her boundaries a great variety of scenery, 
including two ranges of snow-clad mountains, one on the western 
boundary beyond the impenetrable belt of thorn forest, and the 
other piercing the country from north to south, and passing at 
a distance of about eighty miles from Milosis, from which town 
its higher peaks are distinctly visible.  This range forms the 
chief watershed of the land.  There are also three large lakes 
-- the biggest, namely that whereon we emerged, and which is 
named Milosis after the city, covering some two hundred square 
miles of country -- and numerous small ones, some of them salt.

The population of this favoured land is, comparatively speaking, 
dense, numbering at a rough estimate from ten to twelve millions.  
It is almost purely agricultural in its habits, and divided 
into great classes as in civilized countries.  There is a territorial 
nobility, a considerable middle class, formed principally of 
merchants, officers of the army, etc.; but the great bulk of 
the people are well-to-do peasants who live upon the lands of 
the lords, from whom they hold under a species of feudal tenure.  
The best bred people in the country are, as I think I have said, 
pure whites with a somewhat southern cast of countenance; but 
the common herd are much darker, though they do not show any 
negro or other African characteristics.  As to their descent 
I can give no certain information.  Their written records, which 
extend back for about a thousand years, give no hint of it.  
One very ancient chronicler does indeed, in alluding to some 
old tradition that existed in his day, talk of it as having probably 
originally 'come down with the people from the coast', but that 
may mean little or nothing.  In short, the origin of the Zu-Vendi 
is lost in the mists of time.  Whence they came or of what race 
they are no man knows.  Their architecture and some of their 
sculptures suggest an Egyptian or possibly an Assyrian origin; 
but it is well known that their present remarkable style of building 
has only sprung up within the last eight hundred years, and they 
certainly retain no traces of Egyptian theology or customs.  
Again, their appearance and some of their habits are rather Jewish; 
but here again it seems hardly conceivable that they should have 
utterly lost all traces of the Jewish religion.  Still, for aught 
I know, they may be one of the lost ten tribes whom people are 
so fond of discovering all over the world, or they may not.  
I do not know, and so can only describe them as I find them, 
and leave wiser heads than mine to make what they can out of 
it, if indeed this account should ever be read at all, which 
is exceedingly doubtful.

And now after I have said all this, I am, after all, going to 
hazard a theory of my own, though it is only a very little one, 
as the young lady said in mitigation of her baby.  This theory 
is founded on a legend which I have heard among the Arabs on 
the east coast, which is to the effect that 'more than two thousand 
years ago' there were troubles in the country which was known 
as Babylonia, and that thereon a vast horde of Persians came 
down to Bushire, where they took ship and were driven by the 
north-east monsoon to the east coast of Africa, where, according 
to the legend, 'the sun and fire worshippers' fell into conflict 
with the belt of Arab settlers who even then were settled on 
the east coast, and finally broke their way through them, and, 
vanishing into the interior, were no more seen.  Now, I ask, 
is it not at least possible that the Zu-Vendi people are the 
descendants of these 'sun and fire worshippers' who broke through 
the Arabs and vanished?  As a matter of fact, there is a good 
deal in their characters and customs that tallies with the somewhat 
vague ideas that I have of Persians.  Of course we have no books 
of reference here, but Sir Henry says that if his memory does 
not fail him, there was a tremendous revolt in Babylon about 
500 BC, whereon a vast multitude were expelled from the city.  
Anyhow, it is a well-established fact that there have been many 
separate emigrations of Persians from the Persian Gulf to the 
east coast of Africa up to as lately as seven hundred years ago.  
There are Persian tombs at Kilwa, on the east coast, still in 
good repair, which bear dates showing them to be just seven hundred 
years old. {Endnote 12}

In addition to being an agricultural people, the Zu-Vendi are, 
oddly enough, excessively warlike, and as they cannot from the 
exigencies of their position make war upon other nations, they 
fight among each other like the famed Kilkenny cats, with the 
happy result that the population never outgrows the power of 
the country to support it.  This habit of theirs is largely fostered 
by the political condition of the country.  The monarchy is nominally 
an absolute one, save in so far as it is tempered by the power 
of the priests and the informal council of the great lords; but, 
as in many other institutions, the king's writ does not run unquestioned 
throughout the length and breadth of the land.  In short, the 
whole system is a purely feudal one (though absolute serfdom 
or slavery is unknown), all the great lords holding nominally 
from the throne, but a number of them being practically independent, 
having the power of life and death, waging war against and making 
peace with their neighbours as the whim or their interests lead 
them, and even on occasion rising in open rebellion against their 
royal master or mistress, and, safely shut up in their castles 
and fenced cities, as far from the seat of government, successfully 
defying them for years.

Zu-Vendis has had its king-makers as well as England, a fact 
that will be well appreciated when I state that eight different 
dynasties have sat upon the throne in the last one thousand years, 
every one of which took its rise from some noble family that 
succeeded in grasping the purple after a sanguinary struggle.  
At the date of our arrival in the country things were a little 
better than they had been for some centuries, the last king, 
the father of Nyleptha and Sorais, having been an exceptionally 
able and vigorous ruler, and, as a consequence, he kept down 
the power of the priests and nobles.  On his death, two years 
before we reached Zu-Vendis, the twin sisters, his children, 
were, following an ancient precedent, called to the throne, since 
an attempt to exclude either would instantly have provoked a 
sanguinary civil war; but it was generally felt in the country 
that this measure was a most unsatisfactory one, and could hardly 
be expected to be permanent.  Indeed, as it was, the various 
intrigues that were set on foot by ambitious nobles to obtain 
the hand of one or other of the queens in marriage had disquieted 
the country, and the general opinion was that there would be 
bloodshed before long.

I will now pass on to the question of the Zu-Vendi religion, 
which is nothing more or less than sun-worship of a pronounced 
and highly developed character.  Around this sun-worship is grouped 
the entire social system of the Zu-Vendi.  It sends its roots 
through every institution and custom of the land.  From the cradle 
to the grave the Zu-Vendi follows the sun in every sense of the 
saying.  As an infant he is solemnly held up in its light and 
dedicated to 'the symbol of good, the expression of power, and 
the hope of Eternity', the ceremony answering to our baptism.  
Whilst still a tiny child, his parents point out the glorious 
orb as the presence of a visible and beneficent god, and he worships 
it at its up-rising and down-setting.  Then when still quite 
small, he goes, holding fast to the pendent end of his mother's 
'kaf' (toga), up to the temple of the Sun of the nearest city, 
and there, when at midday the bright beams strike down upon the 
golden central altar and beat back the fire that burns thereon, 
he hears the white-robed priests raise their solemn chant of 
praise and sees the people fall down to adore, and then, amidst 
the blowing of the golden trumpets, watched the sacrifice thrown 
into the fiery furnace beneath the altar.  Here he comes again 
to be declared 'a man' by the priests, and consecrated to war 
and to good works; here before the solemn altar he leads his 
bride; and here too, if differences shall unhappily arise, he 
divorces her.

And so on, down life's long pathway till the last mile is travelled, 
and he comes again armed indeed, and with dignity, but no longer 
a man.  Here they bear him dead and lay his bier upon the falling 
brazen doors before the eastern altar, and when the last ray 
from the setting sun falls upon his white face the bolts are 
drawn and he vanishes into the raging furnace beneath and is ended.

The priests of the Sun do not marry, but are recruited by young 
men specially devoted to the work by their parents and supported 
by the State.  The nomination to the higher offices of the priesthood 
lies with the Crown, but once appointed the nominees cannot be 
dispossessed, and it is scarcely too much to say that they really 
rule the land.  To begin with, they are a united body sworn to 
obedience and secrecy, so that an order issued by the High Priest 
at Milosis will be instantly and unhesitatingly acted upon by 
the resident priest of a little country town three or four hundred 
miles off.  They are the judges of the land, criminal and civil, 
an appeal lying only to the lord paramount of the district, and 
from him to the king; and they have, of course, practically unlimited 
jurisdiction over religious and moral offences, together with 
a right of excommunication, which, as in the faiths of more highly 
civilized lands, is a very effective weapon.  Indeed, their rights 
and powers are almost unlimited, but I may as well state here 
that the priests of the Sun are wise in their generation, and 
do not push things too far.  It is but very seldom that they 
go to extremes against anybody, being more inclined to exercise 
the prerogative of mercy than run the risk of exasperating the 
powerful and vigorous-minded people on whose neck they have set 
their yoke, lest it should rise and break it off altogether.

Another source of the power of the priests is their practical 
monopoly of learning, and their very considerable astronomical 
knowledge, which enables them to keep a hold on the popular mind 
by predicting eclipses and even comets.  In Zu-Vendis only a 
few of the upper classes can read and write, but nearly all the 
priests have this knowledge, and are therefore looked upon as 
learned men.

The law of the country is, on the whole, mild and just, but differs 
in several respects from our civilized law.  For instance, the 
law of England is much more severe upon offences against property 
than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion 
is money.  A man may half kick his wife to death or inflict horrible 
sufferings upon his children at a much cheaper rate of punishment 
than he can compound for the theft of a pair of old boots.  
In Zu-Vendis this is not so, for there they rightly or wrongly look 
upon the person as of more consequence than goods and chattels, 
and not, as in England, as a sort of necessary appendage to the 
latter.  For murder the punishment is death, for treason death, 
for defrauding the orphan and the widow, for sacrilege, and for 
attempting to quit the country (which is looked on as a sacrilege) 
death.  In each case the method of execution is the same, and 
a rather awful one.  The culprit is thrown alive into the fiery 
furnace beneath one of the altars to the Sun.  For all other 
offences, including the offence of idleness, the punishment is 
forced labour upon the vast national buildings which are always 
going on in some part of the country, with or without periodical 
floggings, according to the crime.

The social system of the Zu-Vendi allows considerable liberty 
to the individual, provided he does not offend against the laws 
and customs of the country.  They are polygamous in theory, though 
most of them have only one wife on account of the expense.  By 
law a man is bound to provide a separate establishment for each 
wife.  The first wife also is the legal wife, and her children 
are said to be 'of the house of the Father'.  The children of 
the other wives are of the houses of their respective mothers.  
This does not, however, imply any slur upon either mother or 
children.  Again, a first wife can, on entering into the married 
state, make a bargain that her husband shall marry no other wife.  
This, however, is very rarely done, as the women are the great 
upholders of polygamy, which not only provides for their surplus 
numbers but gives greater importance to the first wife, who is 
thus practically the head of several households.  Marriage is 
looked upon as primarily a civil contract, and, subject to certain 
conditions and to a proper provision for children, is dissoluble 
at the will of both contracting parties, the divorce, or 'unloosing', 
being formally and ceremoniously accomplished by going through 
certain portions of the marriage ceremony backwards.

The Zu-Vendi are on the whole a very kindly, pleasant, and light-hearted 
people.  They are not great traders and care little about money, 
only working to earn enough to support themselves in that class 
of life in which they were born.  They are exceedingly conservative, 
and look with disfavour upon changes.  Their legal tender is 
silver, cut into little squares of different weights; gold is 
the baser coin, and is about of the same value as our silver.  
It is, however, much prized for its beauty, and largely used 
for ornaments and decorative purposes.  Most of the trade, however, 
is carried on by means of sale and barter, payment being made 
in kind.  Agriculture is the great business of the country, and 
is really well understood and carried out, most of the available 
acreage being under cultivation.  Great attention is also given 
to the breeding of cattle and horses, the latter being unsurpassed 
by any I have ever seen either in Europe or Africa.

The land belongs theoretically to the Crown, and under the Crown 
to the great lords, who again divide it among smaller lords, 
and so on down to the little peasant farmer who works his forty 
'reestu' (acres) on a system of half-profits with his immediate 
lord.  In fact the whole system is, as I have said, distinctly 
feudal, and it interested us much to meet with such an old friend 
far in the unknown heart of Africa.

The taxes are very heavy.  The State takes a third of a man's 
total earnings, and the priesthood about five per cent on the 
remainder.  But on the other hand, if a man through any cause 
falls into bona fide misfortune the State supports him in the 
position of life to which he belongs.  If he is idle, however, 
he is sent to work on the Government undertakings, and the State 
looks after his wives and children.  The State also makes all 
the roads and builds all town houses, about which great care 
is shown, letting them out to families at a small rent.  It also 
keeps up a standing army of about twenty thousand men, and provides 
watchmen, etc.  In return for their five per cent the priests 
attend to the service of the temples, carry out all religious 
ceremonies, and keep schools, where they teach whatever they 
think desirable, which is not very much.  Some of the temples 
also possess private property, but priests as individuals cannot 
hold property.

And now comes a question which I find some difficulty in answering.  
Are the Zu-Vendi a civilized or barbarous people?  Sometimes 
I think the one, sometimes the other.  In some branches of art 
they have attained the very highest proficiency.  Take for instance 
their buildings and their statuary.  I do not think that the 
latter can be equalled either in beauty or imaginative power 
anywhere in the world, and as for the former it may have been 
rivalled in ancient Egypt, but I am sure that it has never been 
since.  But, on the other hand, they are totally ignorant of 
many other arts.  Till Sir Henry, who happened to know something 
about it, showed them how to do it by mixing silica and lime, 
they could not make a piece of glass, and their crockery is rather 
primitive.  A water-clock is their nearest approach to a watch; 
indeed, ours delighted them exceedingly.  They know nothing about 
steam, electricity, or gunpowder, and mercifully for themselves 
nothing about printing or the penny post.  Thus they are spared 
many evils, for of a truth our age has learnt the wisdom of the 
old-world saying, 'He who increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow.'

As regards their religion, it is a natural one for imaginative 
people who know no better, and might therefore be expected to 
turn to the sun and worship him as the all-Father, but it cannot 
justly be called elevating or spiritual.  It is true that they 
do sometimes speak of the sun as the 'garment of the Spirit', 
but it is a vague term, and what they really adore is the fiery 
orb himself.  They also call him the 'hope of eternity', but 
here again the meaning is vague, and I doubt if the phrase conveys 
any very clear impression to their minds.  Some of them do indeed 
believe in a future life for the good -- I know Nyleptha does 
firmly -- but it is a private faith arising from the promptings 
of the spirit, not an essential of their creed.  So on the whole 
I cannot say that I consider this sun-worship as a religion indicative 
of a civilized people, however magnificent and imposing its ritual, 
or however moral and high-sounding the maxims of its priests, 
many of whom, I am sure, have their own opinions on the whole 
subject; though of course they have nothing but praise for a 
system which provides them with so many of the good things of 
this world.

There are now only two more matters to which I need allude -- 
namely, the language and the system of calligraphy.  As for 
the former, it is soft-sounding, and very rich and flexible.  
Sir Henry says that it sounds something like modern Greek, 
but of course it has no connection with it.  It is easy to acquire, 
being simple in its construction, and a peculiar quality about it 
is its euphony, and the way in which the sound of the words 
adapts itself to the meaning to be expressed.  Long before 
we mastered the language, we could frequently make out what 
was meant by the ring of the sentence.  It is on this account 
that the language lends itself so well to poetical declamation, 
of which these remarkable people are very fond.  The Zu-Vendi 
alphabet seems, Sir henry says, to be derived, like every other 
known system of letters, from a Phoenician source, and therefore 
more remotely still from the ancient Egyptian hieratic writing.  
Whether this is a fact I cannot say, not being learned in such 
matters.  All I know about it is that their alphabet consists 
of twenty-two characters, of which a few, notably B, E, and O, 
are not very unlike our own.  The whole affair is, however, clumsy 
and puzzling. {Endnote 13}  But as the people of Zu-Vendi are 
not given to the writing of novels, or of anything except business 
documents and records of the briefest character, it answers their 
purpose well enough.




CHAPTER XIV
THE FLOWER TEMPLE



It was half-past eight by my watch when I woke on the morning 
following our arrival at Milosis, having slept almost exactly 
twelve hours, and I must say that I did indeed feel better.  
Ah, what a blessed thing is sleep! and what a difference twelve 
hours of it or so makes to us after days and nights of toil and 
danger.  It is like going to bed one man and getting up another.

I sat up upon my silken couch -- never had I slept upon such 
a bed before -- and the first thing that I saw was Good's eyeglass 
fixed on me from the recesses of his silken couch.  There was 
nothing else of him to be seen except his eyeglass, but I knew 
from the look of it that he was awake, and waiting till I woke 
up to begin.

'I say, Quatermain,' he commenced sure enough, 'did you observe 
her skin?  It is as smooth as the back of an ivory hairbrush.'

'Now look here, Good,' I remonstrated, when there came a sound 
at the curtain, which, on being drawn, admitted a functionary, 
who signified by signs that he was there to lead us to the bath.  
We gladly consented, and were conducted to a delightful marble 
chamber, with a pool of running crystal water in the centre of 
it, into which we gaily plunged.  When we had bathed, we returned 
to our apartment and dressed, and then went into the central 
room where we had supped on the previous evening, to find a morning 
meal already prepared for us, and a capital meal it was, though 
I should be puzzled to describe the dishes.  After breakfast 
we lounged round and admired the tapestries and carpets and some 
pieces of statuary that were placed about, wondering the while 
what was going to happen next.  Indeed, by this time our minds 
were in such a state of complete bewilderment that we were, as 
a matter of fact, ready for anything that might arrive.  As for 
our sense of astonishment, it was pretty well obliterated.  Whilst 
we were still thus engaged, our friend the captain of the guard 
presented himself, and with many obeisances signified that we 
were to follow him, which we did, not without doubts and heart-searchings 
-- for we guessed that the time had come when we should have 
to settle the bill for those confounded hippopotami with our 
cold-eyed friend Agon, the High Priest.  However, there was no 
help for it, and personally I took great comfort in the promise 
of the protection of the sister Queens, knowing that if ladies 
have a will they can generally find a way; so off we started 
as though we liked it.  A minute's walk through a passage and 
an outer court brought us to the great double gates of the palace 
that open on to the wide highway which runs uphill through the 
heart of Milosis to the Temple of the Sun a mile away, and thence 
down the slope on the farther side of the temple to the outer 
wall of the city.

These gates are very large and massive, and an extraordinarily 
beautiful work in metal.  Between them -- for one set is placed 
at the entrance to an interior, and one at that of the exterior 
wall -- is a fosse, forty-five feet in width.  This fosse is 
filled with water and spanned by a drawbridge, which when lifted 
makes the palace nearly impregnable to anything except siege 
guns.  As we came, one half of the wide gates were flung open, 
and we passed over the drawbridge and presently stood gazing 
up one of the most imposing, if not the most imposing, roadways 
in the world.  It is a hundred feet from curb to curb, and on 
either side, not cramped and crowded together, as is our European 
fashion, but each standing in its own grounds, and built equidistant 
from and in similar style to the rest, are a series of splendid, 
single-storied mansions, all of red granite.  These are the town 
houses of the nobles of the Court, and stretch away in unbroken 
lines for a mile or more till the eye is arrested by the glorious 
vision of the Temple of the Sun that crowns the hill and heads 
the roadway.

As we stood gazing at this splendid sight, of which more anon, 
there suddenly dashed up to the gateway four chariots, each drawn 
by two white horses.  These chariots are two-wheeled, and made 
of wood.  They are fitted with a stout pole, the weight of which 
is supported by leathern girths that form a portion of the harness.  
The wheels are made with four spokes only, are tired with iron, 
and quite innocent of springs.  In the front of the chariot, 
and immediately over the pole, is a small seat for the driver, 
railed round to prevent him from being jolted off.  Inside the 
machine itself are three low seats, one at each side, and one 
with the back to the horses, opposite to which is the door.  
The whole vehicle is lightly and yet strongly made, and, owing 
to the grace of the curves, though primitive, not half so ugly 
as might be expected.

But if the chariots left something to be desired, the horses 
did not.  They were simply splendid, not very large but strongly 
built, and well ribbed up, with small heads, remarkably large 
and round hoofs, and a great look of speed and blood.  I have 
often and often wondered whence this breed, which presents many 
distinct characteristics, came, but like that of its owners, 
it history is obscure.  Like the people the horses have always 
been there.  The first and last of these chariots were occupied 
by guards, but the centre two were empty, except for the driver, 
and to these we were conducted.  Alphonse and I got into the 
first, and Sir Henry, Good, and Umslopogaas into the one behind, 
and then suddenly off we went.  And we did go!  Among the Zu-Vendi 
it is not usual to trot horses either riding or driving, especially 
when the journey to be made is a short one -- they go at full 
gallop.  As soon as we were seated the driver called out, the 
horses sprang forward, and we were whirled away at a speed sufficient 
to take one's breath, and which, till I got accustomed to it, 
kept me in momentary fear of an upset.  As for the wretched Alphonse, 
he clung with a despairing face to the side of what he called 
this 'devil of a fiacre', thinking that every moment was his 
last.  Presently it occurred to him to ask where we were going, 
and I told him that, as far as I could ascertain, we were going 
to be sacrificed by burning.  You should have seen his face as 
he grasped the side of the vehicle and cried out in his terror.

But the wild-looking charioteer only leant forward over his flying 
steeds and shouted; and the air, as it went singing past, bore 
away the sound of Alphonse's lamentations.

And now before us, in all its marvellous splendour and dazzling 
loveliness, shone out the Temple of the Sun -- the peculiar pride 
of the Zu-Vendi, to whom it was what Solomon's, or rather Herod's, 
Temple was to the Jews.  The wealth, and skill, and labour of 
generations had been given to the building of this wonderful 
place, which had been only finally completed within the last 
fifty years.  Nothing was spared that the country could produce, 
and the result was indeed worthy of the effort, not so much on 
account of its size -- for there are larger fanes in the world 
-- as because of its perfect proportions, the richness and beauty 
of its materials, and the wonderful workmanship.  The building 
(that stands by itself on a space of some eight acres of garden 
ground on the hilltop, around which are the dwelling-places of 
the priests) is built in the shape of a sunflower, with a dome-covered 
central hall, from which radiate twelve petal-shaped courts, 
each dedicated to one of the twelve months, and serving as the 
repositories of statues reared in memory of the illustrious dead.  
The width of the circle beneath the dome is three hundred feet, 
the height of the dome is four hundred feet, and the length of 
the rays is one hundred and fifty feet, and the height of their 
roofs three hundred feet, so that they run into the central dome 
exactly as the petals of the sunflower run into the great raised 
heart.  Thus the exact measurement from the centre of the central 
altar to the extreme point of any one of the rounded rays would 
be three hundred feet (the width of the circle itself), or a 
total of six hundred feet from the rounded extremity of one ray 
or petal to the extremity of the opposite one. {Endnote 14}

The building itself is of pure and polished white marble, which 
shows out in marvellous contrast to the red granite of the frowning 
city, on whose brow it glistens indeed like an imperial diadem 
upon the forehead of a dusky queen.  The outer surface of the 
dome and of the twelve petal courts is covered entirely with 
thin sheets of beaten gold; and from the extreme point of the 
roof of each of these petals a glorious golden form with a trumpet 
in its hand and widespread wings is figured in the very act of 
soaring into space.  I really must leave whoever reads this to 
imagine the surpassing beauty of these golden roofs flashing 
when the sun strikes -- flashing like a thousand fires aflame 
on a mountain of polished marble -- so fiercely that the reflection 
can be clearly seen from the great peaks of the range a hundred 
miles away.

It is a marvellous sight -- this golden flower upborne upon the 
cool white marble walls, and I doubt if the world can show such 
another.  What makes the whole effect even more gorgeous is that 
a belt of a hundred and fifty feet around the marble wall of 
the temple is planted with an indigenous species of sunflower, 
which were at the time when we first saw them a sheet of golden 
bloom.

The main entrance to this wonderful place is between the two 
northernmost of the rays or petal courts, and is protected first 
by the usual bronze gates, and then by doors made of solid marble, 
beautifully carved with allegorical subjects and overlaid with 
gold.  When these are passed there is only the thickness of the 
wall, which is, however, twenty-five feet (for the Zu-Vendi build 
for all time), and another slight wall also of white marble, 
introduced in order to avoid causing a visible gap in the inner 
skin of the wall, and you stand in the circular hall under the 
great dome.  Advancing to the central altar you look upon as 
beautiful a sight as the imagination of man can conceive.  You 
are in the middle of the holy place, and above you the great 
white marble dome (for the inner skin, like the outer, is of 
polished marble throughout) arches away in graceful curves something 
like that of St Paul's in London, only at a slighter angle, and 
from the funnel-like opening at the exact apex a bright beam 
of light pours down upon the golden altar.  At the east and the 
west are other altars, and other beams of light stab the sacred 
twilight to the heart.  In ever direction, 'white, mystic, wonderful', 
open out the ray-like courts, each pierced through by a single 
arrow of light that serves to illumine its lofty silence and 
dimly to reveal the monuments of the dead. {Endnote 15}

Overcome at so awe-inspiring a sight, the vast loveliness of 
which thrills the nerves like a glance from beauty's eyes, you 
turn to the central golden altar, in the midst of which, though 
you cannot see it now, there burns a pale but steady flame crowned 
with curls of faint blue smoke.  It is of marble overlaid with 
pure gold, in shape round like the sun, four feet in height, 
and thirty-six in circumference.  Here also, hinged to the foundations 
of the altar, are twelve petals of beaten gold.  All night and, 
except at one hour, all day also, these petals are closed over 
the altar itself exactly as the petals of a water-lily close 
over the yellow crown in stormy weather; but when the sun at 
midday pierces through the funnel in the dome and lights upon 
the golden flower, the petals open and reveal the hidden mystery, 
only to close again when the ray has passed.

Nor is this all.  Standing in semicircles at equal distances 
from each other on the north and south of the sacred place are 
ten golden angels, or female winged forms, exquisitely shaped 
and draped.  These figures, which are slightly larger than life-size, 
stand with bent heads in an attitude of adoration, their faces 
shadowed by their wings, and are most imposing and of exceeding 
beauty.

There is but one thing further which calls for description 
in this altar, which is, that to the east the flooring in front 
of it is not of pure white marble, as elsewhere throughout the 
building, but of solid brass, and this is also the case in front 
of the other two altars.

The eastern and western altars, which are semicircular in shape, 
and placed against the wall of the building, are much less imposing, 
and are not enfolded in golden petals.  They are, however, also 
of gold, the sacred fire burns on each, and a golden-winged figure 
stands on either side of them.  Two great golden rays run up 
the wall behind them, but where the third or middle one should 
be is an opening in the wall, wide on the outside, but narrow 
within, like a loophole turned inwards.  Through the eastern 
loophole stream the first beams of the rising sun, and strike 
right across the circle, touching the folded petals of the great 
gold flower as they pass till they impinge upon the western altar.  
In the same way at night the last rays of the sinking sun rest 
for a while on the eastern altar before they die away into darkness.  
It is the promise of the dawn to the evening and the evening 
to the dawn.

With the exception of those three altars and the winged figures 
about them, the whole space beneath the vast white dome is utterly 
empty and devoid of ornamentation -- a circumstance that to my 
fancy adds greatly to its splendour.

Such is a brief description of this wonderful and lovely building, 
to the glories of which, to my mind so much enhanced by their 
complete simplicity, I only wish I had the power to do justice.  
But I cannot, so it is useless talking more about it.  But when 
I compare this great work of genius to some of the tawdry buildings 
and tinsel ornamentation produced in these latter days by European 
ecclesiastical architects, I feel that even highly civilized 
art might learn something from the Zu-Vendi masterpieces.  I 
can only say that the exclamation which sprang to my lips as 
soon as my eyes first became accustomed to the dim light of that 
glorious building, and its white and curving beauties, perfect 
and thrilling as those of a naked goddess, grew upon me one by 
one, was, 'Well! a dog would feel religious here.'  It is vulgarly 
put, but perhaps it conveys my meaning more clearly than any 
polished utterance.

At the temple gates our party was received by a guard of soldiers, 
who appeared to be under the orders of a priest; and by them 
we were conducted into one of the ray or 'petal' courts, as the 
priests call them, and there left for at least half-an-hour.  
Here we conferred together, and realizing that we stood in great 
danger of our lives, determined, if any attempt should be made 
upon us, to sell them as dearly as we could -- Umslopogaas announcing 
his fixed intention of committing sacrilege on the person of 
Agon, the High Priest, by splitting his head with Inkosi-kaas.  
From where we stood we could perceive that an immense multitude 
were pouring into the temple, evidently in expectation of some 
unusual event, and I could not help fearing that we had to do 
with it.  And here I may explain that every day, when the sunlight 
falls upon the central altar, and the trumpets sound, a burnt 
sacrifice is offered to the Sun, consisting generally of the 
carcase of a sheep or ox, or sometimes of fruit or corn.  This 
even comes off about midday; of course, not always exactly at 
that hour, but as Zu-Vendis is situated not far from the Line, 
although -- being so high above the sea it is very temperate 
-- midday and the falling of the sunlight on the altar were generally 
simultaneous.  Today the sacrifice was to take place at about 
eight minutes past twelve.

Just at twelve o'clock a priest appeared, and made a sign, and 
the officer of the guard signified to us that we were expected 
to advance, which we did with the best grace that we could muster, 
all except Alphonse, whose irrepressible teeth instantly began 
to chatter.  In a few seconds we were out of the court and looking 
at a vast sea of human faces stretching away to the farthest 
limits of the great circle, all straining to catch a glimpse 
of the mysterious strangers who had committed sacrilege; the 
first strangers, mind you, who, to the knowledge of the multitude, 
had ever set foot in Zu-Vendis since such time that the memory 
of man runneth not to the contrary.

As we appeared there was a murmur through the vast crowd that 
went echoing away up the great dome, and we saw a visible blush 
of excitement grow on the thousands of faces, like a pink light 
on a stretch of pale cloud, and a very curious effect it was.  
On we passed down a lane cut through the heart of the human 
mass, till presently we stood upon the brazen patch of flooring 
to the east of the central altar, and immediately facing it.  
For some thirty feet around the golden-winged figures the space 
was roped off, and the multitudes stood outside the ropes.  Within 
were a circle of white-robed gold-cinctured priests holding long 
golden trumpets in their hands, and immediately in front of us 
was our friend Agon, the High Priest, with his curious cap upon 
his head.  His was the only covered head in that vast assemblage.  
We took our stand upon the brazen space, little knowing what 
was prepared for us beneath, but I noticed a curious hissing 
sound proceeding apparently from the floor for which I could 
not account.  Then came a pause, and I looked around to see if 
there was any sign of the two Queens, Nyleptha and Sorais, but 
they were not there.  To the right of us, however, was a bare 
space that I guessed was reserved for them.

We waited, and presently a far-off trumpet blew, apparently high 
up in the dome.  Then came another murmur from the multitude, 
and up a long lane, leading to the open space to our right, we 
saw the two Queens walking side by side.  Behind them were some 
nobles of the Court, among whom I recognized the great lord Nasta, 
and behind them again a body of about fifty guards.  These last 
I was very glad to see.  Presently they had all arrived and taken 
their stand, the two Queens in the front, the nobles to the right 
and left, and the guards in a double semicircle behind them.

Then came another silence, and Nyleptha looked up and caught 
my eye; it seemed to me that there was meaning in her glance, 
and I watched it narrowly.  From my eye it travelled down to 
the brazen flooring, on the outer edge of which we stood.  Then 
followed a slight and almost imperceptible sidelong movement 
of the head.  I did not understand it, and it was repeated.  
Then I guessed that she meant us to move back off the brazen 
floor.  One more glance and I was sure of it -- there was danger 
in standing on the floor.  Sir Henry was placed on one side of 
me, Umslopogaas on the other.  Keeping my eyes fixed straight 
before me, I whispered to them, first in Zulu and then in English, 
to draw slowly back inch by inch till half their feet were resting 
on the marble flooring where the brass ceased.  Sir Henry whispered 
on to Good and Alphonse, and slowly, very very slowly, we shifted 
backwards; so slowly that nobody, except Nyleptha and Sorais, 
who saw everything seemed to notice the movement.  Then I glanced 
again at Nyleptha, and saw that, by an almost imperceptible nod, 
she indicated approval.  All the while Agon's eyes were fixed 
upon the altar before him apparently in an ecstasy of contemplation, 
and mine were fixed upon the small of his back in another sort 
of ecstasy.  Suddenly he flung up his long arm, and in a solemn 
and resounding voice commenced a chant, of which for convenience' 
sake I append a rough, a very rough, translation here, though, 
of course, I did not then comprehend its meaning.  It was 
an invocation to the Sun, and ran somewhat as follows: --


There is silence upon the face of the Earth and the waters thereof!
Yea, the silence doth brood on the waters like a nesting bird;
The silence sleepeth also upon the bosom of the profound darkness,
Only high up in the great spaces star doth speak unto star,
The Earth is faint with longing and wet with the tears of her desire;
The star-girdled night doth embrace her, but she is not comforted.
She lies enshrouded in mists like a corpse in the grave-clothes,
And stretches her pale hands to the East.

Lo! away in the farthest East there is the shadow of a light;
The Earth seeth and lifts herself.  She looks out from beneath 
the hollow of her hand.
Then thy great angels fly forth from the Holy Place, oh Sun,
They shoot their fiery swords into the darkness and shrivel it up.
They climb the heavens and cast down the pale stars from their thrones;
Yea, they hurl the changeful stars back into the womb of the night;
They cause the moon to become wan as the face of a dying man,
And behold!  Thy glory comes, oh Sun!

Oh, Thou beautiful one, Thou drapest thyself in fire.
The wide heavens are thy pathway: thou rollest o'er them as a chariot.
The Earth is thy bride.  Thou dost embrace her and 
she brings forth children;
Yea, Thou favourest her, and she yields her increase.
Thou art the All Father and the giver of life, oh Sun.
The young children stretch out their hands and grow in thy brightness;
The old men creep forth and seeing remember their strength.
Only the dead forget Thee, oh Sun!

When Thou art wroth then Thou dost hide Thy face;
Thou drawest around Thee a thick curtain of shadows.
Then the Earth grows cold and the Heavens are dismayed;
They tremble, and the sound thereof is the sound of thunder:
They weep, and their tears are outpoured in the rain;
They sigh, and the wild winds are the voice of their sighing.
The flowers die, the fruitful fields languish and turn pale;
The old men and the little children go unto their appointed place
When Thou withdrawest thy light, oh Sun!

Say, what art Thou, oh Thou matchless Splendour --
Who set Thee on high, oh Thou flaming Terror?
When didst Thou begin, and when is the day of Thy ending?
Thou art the raiment of the living Spirit. {Endnote 16}
None did place Thee on high, for Thou was the Beginning.
Thou shalt not be ended when thy children are forgotten;
Nay, Thou shalt never end, for thy hours are eternal.
Thou sittest on high within thy golden house and 
measurest out the centuries.
Oh Father of Life! oh dark-dispelling Sun!


He ceased this solemn chant, which, though it seems a poor enough 
thing after going through my mill, is really beautiful and impressive 
in the original; and then, after a moment's pause, he glanced up 
towards the funnel-sloped opening in the dome and added --


Oh Sun, descend upon thine Altar!


As he spoke a wonderful and a beautiful thing happened.  Down 
from on high flashed a splendid living ray of light, cleaving 
the twilight like a sword of fire.  Full upon the closed petals 
it fell and ran shimmering down their golden sides, and then 
the glorious flower opened as though beneath the bright influence.  
Slowly it opened, and as the great petals fell wide and revealed 
the golden altar on which the fire ever burns, the priests blew 
a blast upon the trumpets, and from all the people there rose 
a shout of praise that beat against the domed roof and came echoing 
down the marble walls.  And now the flower altar was open, and 
the sunlight fell full upon the tongue of sacred flame and beat 
it down, so that it wavered, sank, and vanished into the hollow 
recesses whence it rose.  As it vanished, the mellow notes of 
the trumpets rolled out once more.  Again the old priest flung 
up his hands and called aloud --


We sacrifice to thee, oh Sun!


Once more I caught Nyleptha's eye; it was fixed upon the brazen flooring.

'Look out,' I said, aloud; and as I said it, I saw Agon bend 
forward and touch something on the altar.  As he did so, the 
great white sea of faces around us turned red and then white 
again, and a deep breath went up like a universal sigh.  
Nyleptha leant forward, and with an involuntary movement covered 
her eyes with her hand.  Sorais turned and whispered to the officer 
of the royal bodyguard, and then with a rending sound the whole 
of the brazen flooring slid from before our feet, and there in 
its place was suddenly revealed a smooth marble shaft terminating 
in a most awful raging furnace beneath the altar, big enough 
and hot enough to heat the iron stern-post of a man-of-war.

With a cry of terror we sprang backwards, all except the wretched 
Alphonse, who was paralysed with fear, and would have fallen 
into the fiery furnace which had been prepared for us, had not 
Sir Henry caught him in his strong hand as he was vanishing and 
dragged him back.

Instantly there arose the most fearful hubbub, and we four got 
back to back, Alphonse dodging frantically round our little circle 
in his attempts to take shelter under our legs.  We all had our 
revolvers on -- for though we had been politely disarmed of our 
guns on leaving the palace, of course these people did not know 
what a revolver was.  Umslopogaas, too, had his axe, of which 
no effort had been made to deprive him, and now he whirled it 
round his head and sent his piercing Zulu war-shout echoing up 
the marble walls in fine defiant fashion.  Next second, the priests, 
baffled of their prey, had drawn swords from beneath their white 
robes and were leaping on us like hounds upon a stag at bay.  
I saw that, dangerous as action might be, we must act or be 
lost, so as the first man came bounding along -- and a great 
tall fellow he was -- I sent a heavy revolver ball through him, 
and down he fell at the mouth of the shaft, and slid, shrieking 
frantically, into the fiery gulf that had been prepared for us.

Whether it was his cries, or the, to them, awful sound and effect 
of the pistol shot, or what, I know not, but the other priests 
halted, paralysed and dismayed, and before they could come on 
again Sorais had called out something, and we, together with 
the two Queens and most of the courtiers, were being surrounded 
with a wall of armed men.  In a moment it was done, and still 
the priests hesitated, and the people hung in the balance like 
a herd of startled buck as it were, making no sign one way or 
the other.

The last yell of the burning priest had died away, the fire had 
finished him, and a great silence fell upon the place.

Then the High Priest Agon turned, and his face was as the face 
of a devil.  'Let the sacrifice be sacrificed,' he cried to the 
Queens.  'Has not sacrilege enough been done by these strangers, 
and would ye, as Queens, throw the cloak of your majesty over 
evildoers?  Are not the creatures sacred to the Sun dead?  And 
is not a priest of the Sun also dead, but now slain by the magic 
of these strangers, who come as the winds out of heaven, whence 
we know not, and who are what we know not?  Beware, oh Queens, 
how ye tamper with the great majesty of the God, even before 
His high altar!  There is a Power that is more than your power; 
there is a Justice that is higher than your justice.  Beware 
how ye lift an impious hand against it!  Let the sacrifice be 
sacrificed, oh Queens.'

Then Sorais made answer in her deep quiet tones, that always 
seemed to me to have a suspicion of mockery about them, however 
serious the theme: 'Oh, Agon, thou hast spoken according to thy 
desire, and thou hast spoken truth.  But it is thou who wouldst 
lift an impious hand against the justice of thy God.  Bethink 
thee the midday sacrifice is accomplished; the Sun hath claimed 
his priest as a sacrifice.'

This was a novel idea, and the people applauded it.

'Bethink thee what are these men?  They are strangers found floating 
on the bosom of a lake.  Who brought them here?  How came they 
here?  How know you that they also are not servants of the Sun? 
 Is this the hospitality that ye would have our nation show to 
those whom chance brings to them, to throw them to the flames? 
 Shame on you!  Shame on you!  What is hospitality?  To receive 
the stranger and show him favour.  To bind up his wounds, and 
find a pillow for his head, and food for him to eat.  But thy 
pillow is the fiery furnace, and thy food the hot savour of the 
flame.  Shame on thee, I say!'

She paused a little to watch the effect of her speech upon the 
multitude, and seeing that it was favourable, changed her tone 
from one of remonstrance to one of command.

'Ho! place there,' she cried; 'place, I say; make way for the 
Queens, and those whom the Queens cover with their "kaf" (mantle).'

'And if I refuse, oh Queen?' said Agon between his teeth.

'Then will I cut a path with my guards,' was the proud answer; 
'ay, even in the presence of thy sanctuary, and through the bodies 
of thy priests.'

Agon turned livid with baffled fury.  He glanced at the people 
as though meditating an appeal to them, but saw clearly that 
their sympathies were all the other way.  The Zu-Vendi are a 
very curious and sociable people, and great as was their sense 
of the enormity that we had committed in shooting the sacred 
hippopotami, they did not like the idea of the only real live 
strangers they had seen or heard of being consigned to a fiery 
furnace, thereby putting an end for ever to their chance of extracting 
knowledge and information from, and gossiping about us.  Agon 
saw this and hesitated, and then for the first time Nyleptha 
spoke in her soft sweet voice.

'Bethink thee, Agon,' she said, 'as my sister Queen has said, 
these men may also be servants of the Sun.  For themselves they 
cannot speak, for their tongues are tied.  Let the matter be 
adjourned till such time as they have learnt our language.  Who 
can be condemned without a hearing?  When these men can plead 
for themselves, then it will be time to put them to the proof.'

Here was a clever loophole of escape, and the vindictive old 
priest took it, little as he liked it.

'So be it, oh Queens,' he said.  'Let the men go in peace, and 
when they have learnt our tongue then let them speak.  And I, 
even I, will make humble supplication at the altar lest pestilence 
fall on the land by cause of the sacrilege.'

These words were received with a murmur of applause, and in another 
minute we were marching out of the temple surrounded by the royal 
guards.

But it was not till long afterwards that we learnt the exact 
substance of what had passed, and how hardly our lives had been 
wrung out of the cruel grip of the Zu-Vendi priesthood, in the 
face of which even the Queens were practically powerless.  Had 
it not been for their strenuous efforts to protect us we should 
have been slain even before we set foot in the Temple of the 
Sun.  The attempt to drop us bodily into the fiery pit as an 
offering was a last artifice to attain this end when several 
others quite unsuspected by us had already failed.




CHAPTER XV
SORAIS' SONG



After our escape from Agon and his pious crew we returned to 
our quarters in the palace and had a very good time.  The two 
Queens, the nobles and the people vied with each other in doing 
us honour and showering gifts upon us.  As for that painful little 
incident of the hippopotami it sank into oblivion, where we were 
quite content to leave it.  Every day deputations and individuals 
waited on us to examine our guns and clothing, our chain shirts, 
and our instruments, especially our watches, with which they 
were much delighted.  In short, we became quite the rage, so 
much so that some of the fashionable young swells among the Zu-Vendi 
began to copy the cut of some of our clothes, notably Sir Henry's 
shooting jacket.  One day, indeed, a deputation waited on us 
and, as usual, Good donned his full-dress uniform for the occasion.  
This deputation seemed somehow to be a different class to those 
who generally came to visit us.  They were little insignificant 
men of an excessively polite, not to say servile, demeanour; 
and their attention appeared to be chiefly taken up with observing 
the details of Good's full-dress uniform, of which they took 
copious notes and measurements.  Good was much flattered at the 
time, not suspecting that he had to deal with the six leading 
tailors of Milosis.  A fortnight afterwards, however, when on 
attending court as usual he had the pleasure of seeing some seven 
or eight Zu-Vendi 'mashers' arrayed in all the glory of a very 
fair imitation of his full-dress uniform, he changed his mind.  
I shall never forget his face of astonishment and disgust.  
It was after this, chiefly to avoid remark, and also because 
our clothes were wearing out and had to be saved up, that we 
resolved to adopt the native dress; and a very comfortable one 
we found it, though I am bound to say that I looked sufficiently 
ridiculous in it, and as for Alphonse!  Only Umslopogaas would 
have none of these things; when his moocha was worn out the fierce 
old Zulu made him a new one, and went about unconcerned, as grim 
and naked as his own battleaxe.

Meanwhile we pursued our study of the language steadily and made 
very good progress.  On the morning following our adventure in 
the temple, three grave and reverend signiors presented themselves 
armed with manuscript books, ink-horns and feather pens, and 
indicated that they had been sent to teach us.  So, with the 
exception of Umslopogaas, we all buckled to with a will, doing 
four hours a day.  As for Umslopogaas, he would have none of 
that either.  He did not wish to learn that 'woman's talk', not 
he; and when one of the teachers advanced on him with a book 
and an ink-horn and waved them before him in a mild persuasive 
way, much as a churchwarden invitingly shakes the offertory bag 
under the nose of a rich but niggardly parishioner, he sprang 
up with a fierce oath and flashed Inkosi-kaas before the eyes 
of our learned friend, and there was an end of the attempt to 
teach him Zu-Vendi.

Thus we spent our mornings in useful occupation which grew more 
and more interesting as we proceeded, and the afternoons were 
given up to recreation.  Sometimes we made trips, notably one 
to the gold mines and another to the marble quarries both of 
which I wish I had space and time to describe; and sometimes 
we went out hunting buck with dogs trained for that purpose, 
and a very exciting sport it is, as the country is full of agricultural 
enclosures and our horses were magnificent.  This is not to be 
wondered at, seeing that the royal stables were at our command, 
in addition to which we had four splendid saddle horses given 
to us by Nyleptha.

Sometimes, again, we went hawking, a pastime that is in great 
favour among the Zu-Vendi, who generally fly their birds at a 
species of partridge which is remarkable for the swiftness and 
strength of its flight.  When attacked by the hawk this bird 
appears to lose its head, and, instead of seeking cover, flies 
high into the sky, thus offering wonderful sport.  I have seen 
one of these partridges soar up almost out of sight when followed 
by the hawk.  Still better sport is offered by a variety of solitary 
snipe as big as a small woodcock, which is plentiful in this 
country, and which is flown at with a very small, agile, and 
highly-trained hawk with an almost red tail.  The zigzagging 
of the great snipe and the lightning rapidity of the flight and 
movements of the red-tailed hawk make the pastime a delightful 
one.  Another variety of the same amusement is the hunting of 
a very small species of antelope with trained eagles; and it 
certainly is a marvellous sight to see the great bird soar and 
soar till he is nothing but a black speck in the sunlight, and 
then suddenly come dashing down like a cannon-ball upon some 
cowering buck that is hidden in a patch of grass from everything 
but that piercing eye.  Still finer is the spectacle when the 
eagle takes the buck running.

On other days we would pay visits to the country seats at some 
of the great lords' beautiful fortified places, and the villages 
clustering beneath their walls.  Here we saw vineyards and corn-fields 
and well-kept park-like grounds, with such timber in them as 
filled me with delight, for I do love a good tree.  There it 
stands so strong and sturdy, and yet so beautiful, a very type 
of the best sort of man.  How proudly it lifts its bare head 
to the winter storms, and with what a full heart it rejoices 
when the spring has come again!  How grand its voice is, too, 
when it talks with the wind: a thousand aeolian harps cannot 
equal the beauty of the sighing of a great tree in leaf.  All 
day it points to the sunshine and all night to the stars, and 
thus passionless, and yet full of life, it endures through the 
centuries, come storm, come shine, drawing its sustenance from 
the cool bosom of its mother earth, and as the slow years roll 
by, learning the great mysteries of growth and of decay.  And 
so on and on through generations, outliving individuals, customs, 
dynasties -- all save the landscape it adorns and human nature 
-- till the appointed day when the wind wins the long battle 
and rejoices over a reclaimed space, or decay puts the last stroke 
to his fungus-fingered work.

Ah, one should always think twice before one cuts down a tree!

In the evenings it was customary for Sir Henry, Good, and myself 
to dine, or rather sup, with their Majesties -- not every night, 
indeed, but about three or four times a week, whenever they had 
not much company, or the affairs of state would allow of it.  
And I am bound to say that those little suppers were quite the 
most charming things of their sort that I ever had to do with.  
How true is the saying that the very highest in rank are always 
the most simple and kindly.  It is from your half-and-half sort 
of people that you get pomposity and vulgarity, the difference 
between the two being very much what you one sees every day in 
England between the old, out-at-elbows, broken-down county family, 
and the overbearing, purse-proud people who come and 'take the 
place'.  I really think that Nyleptha's greatest charm is her 
sweet simplicity, and her kindly genuine interest even in little 
things.  She is the simplest woman I ever knew, and where her 
passions are not involved, one of the sweetest; but she can look 
queenly enough when she likes, and be as fierce as any savage too.

For instance, never shall I forget that scene when I for the 
first time was sure that she was really in love with Curtis.  
It came about in this way -- all through Good's weakness for 
ladies' society.  When we had been employed for some three months 
in learning Zu-Vendi, it struck Master Good that he was getting 
rather tired of the old gentlemen who did us the honour to lead 
us in the way that we should go, so he proceeded, without saying 
a word to anybody else, to inform them that it was a peculiar 
fact, but that we could not make any real progress in the deeper 
intricacies of a foreign language unless we were taught by ladies 
-- young ladies, he was careful to explain.  In his own country, 
he pointed out, it was habitual to choose the very best-looking 
and most charming girls who could be found to instruct any strangers 
who happened to come that way, etc.

All of this the old gentlemen swallowed open-mouthed.  There 
was, they admitted, reason in what he said, since the contemplation 
of the beautiful, as their philosophy taught, induced a certain 
porosity of mind similar to that produced upon the physical body 
by the healthful influences of sun and air.  Consequently it 
was probable that we might absorb the Zu-Vendi tongue a little 
faster if suitable teachers could be found.  Another thing was 
that, as the female sex was naturally loquacious, good practice 
would be gained in the viva voce department of our studies.

To all of this Good gravely assented, and the learned gentlemen 
departed, assuring him that their orders were to fall in with 
our wishes in every way, and that, if possible, our views should 
be met.

Imagine, therefore the surprise and disgust of myself, and I 
trust and believe Sir Henry, when, on entering the room where 
we were accustomed to carry on our studies the following morning, 
we found, instead of our usual venerable tutors, three of the 
best-looking young women whom Milosis could produce -- and that 
is saying a good deal -- who blushed and smiled and curtseyed, 
and gave us to understand that they were there to carry on our 
instruction.  Then Good, as we gazed at one another in bewilderment, 
thought fit to explain, saying that it had slipped his memory 
before -- but the old gentlemen had told him, on the previous 
evening, that it was absolutely necessary that our further education 
should be carried on by the other sex.  I was overwhelmed, and 
appealed to Sir Henry for advice in such a crisis.

'Well,' he said, 'you see the ladies are here, ain't they?  If 
we sent them away, don't you think it might hurt their feelings, 
eh?  One doesn't like to be rough, you see; and they look regular 
blues, don't they, eh?'

By this time Good had already begun his lessons with the handsomest 
of the three, and so with a sigh I yielded.  That day everything 
went very well: the young ladies were certainly very clever, 
and they only smiled when we blundered.  I never saw Good so 
attentive to his books before, and even Sir Henry appeared to 
tackle Zu-Vendi with a renewed zest.  'Ah,' thought I, 'will 
it always be thus?'

Next day we were much more lively, our work was pleasingly interspersed with questions about our native country, what the ladies were 
like there, etc., all of which we answered as best as we could 
in Zu-Vendi, and I heard Good assuring his teacher that her loveliness 
was to the beauties of Europe as the sun to the moon, to which 
she replied with a little toss of the head, that she was a plain 
teaching woman and nothing else, and that it was not kind 'to 
deceive a poor girl so'.  Then we had a little singing that was 
really charming, so natural and unaffected.  The Zu-Vendi love-songs 
are most touching.  On the third day we were all quite intimate.  
Good narrated some of his previous love affairs to his fair 
teacher, and so moved was she that her sighs mingled with his 
own.  I discoursed with mine, a merry blue-eyed girl, upon Zu-Vendian 
art, and never saw that she was waiting for an opportunity to 
drop a specimen of the cockroach tribe down my back, whilst in 
the corner Sir Henry and his governess appeared, so far as I 
could judge, to be going through a lesson framed on the great 
educational principles laid down by Wackford Squeers Esq., though 
in a very modified or rather spiritualized form.  The lady softly 
repeated the Zu-Vendi word for 'hand', and he took hers; 'eyes', 
and he gazed deep into her brown orbs; 'lips', and -- but just 
at that moment my young lady dropped the cockroach down my back 
and ran away laughing.  Now if there is one thing I loathe more 
than another it is cockroaches, and moved quite beyond myself, 
and yet laughing at her impudence, I took up the cushion she 
had been sitting on and threw it after her.  Imagine then my 
shame -- my horror, and my distress -- when the door opened, 
and, attended by two guards only, in walked Nyleptha.  The cushion 
could not be recalled (it missed the girl and hit one of the 
guards on the head), but I instantly and ineffectually tried 
to look as though I had not thrown it.  Good ceased his sighing, 
and began to murder Zu-Vendi at the top of his voice, and Sir 
Henry whistled and looked silly.  As for the poor girls, they 
were utterly dumbfounded.

And Nyleptha! she drew herself up till her frame seemed to tower 
even above that of the tall guards, and her face went first red, 
and then pale as death.

'Guards,' she said in a quiet choked voice, and pointing at the fair 
but unconscious disciple of Wackford Squeers, 'slay me that woman.'

The men hesitated, as well they might.

'Will ye do my bidding,' she said again in the same voice, 
'or will ye not?'

Then they advanced upon the girl with uplifted spears.  
By this time Sir Henry had recovered himself, and saw that 
the comedy was likely to turn into a tragedy.

'Stand back,' he said in a voice of thunder, at the same time 
getting in front of the terrified girl.  'Shame on thee, 
Nyleptha -- shame!  Thou shalt not kill her.'

'Doubtless thou hast good reason to try to protect her.  
Thou couldst hardly do less in honour,' answered the 
infuriated Queen; 'but she shall die -- she shall die,' 
and she stamped her little foot.

'It is well,' he answered; 'then will I die with her.  I am thy 
servant, oh Queen; do with me even as thou wilt.'  And he bowed 
towards her, and fixed his clear eyes contemptuously on her face.

'I could wish to slay thee too,' she answered; 'for thou dost 
make a mock of me;' and then feeling that she was mastered, and 
I suppose not knowing what else to do, she burst into such a 
storm of tears and looked so royally lovely in her passionate 
distress, that, old as I am, I must say I envied Curtis his task 
of supporting her.  It was rather odd to see him holding her 
in his arms considering what had just passed -- a thought that 
seemed to occur to herself, for presently she wrenched herself 
free and went, leaving us all much disturbed.

Presently, however, one of the guards returned with a message 
to the girls that they were, on pain of death, to leave the city 
and return to their homes in the country, and that no further 
harm would come to them; and accordingly they went, one of them 
remarking philosophically that it could not be helped, and that 
it was a satisfaction to know that they had taught us a little 
serviceable Zu-Vendi.  Mine was an exceedingly nice girl, and, 
overlooking the cockroach, I made her a present of my favourite 
lucky sixpence with a hole in it when she went away.  After that 
our former masters resumed their course of instruction, needless 
to say to my great relief.

That night, when in fear and trembling we attended the royal 
supper table, we found that Nyleptha was laid up with a bad headache.  
That headache lasted for three whole days; but on the fourth 
she was present at supper as usual, and with the most gracious 
and sweet smile gave Sir Henry her hand to lead her to the table.  
No allusion was made to the little affair described above beyond 
her saying, with a charming air of innocence, that when she came 
to see us at our studies the other day she had been seized with 
a giddiness from which she had only now recovered.  She supposed, 
she added with a touch of the humour that was common to her, 
that it was the sight of people working so hard which had affected her.

In reply Sir Henry said, dryly, that he had thought she did not 
look quite herself on that day, whereat she flashed one of those 
quick glances of hers at him, which if he had the feelings of 
a man must have gone through him like a knife, and the subject 
dropped entirely.  Indeed, after supper was over Nyleptha condescended 
to put us through an examination to see what we had learnt, and 
to express herself well satisfied with the results.  Indeed, 
she proceeded to give us, especially Sir Henry, a lesson on her 
own account, and very interesting we found it.

And all the while that we talked, or rather tried to talk, and 
laughed, Sorais would sit there in her carven ivory chair, and 
look at us and read us all like a book, only from time to time 
saying a few words, and smiling that quick ominous smile of hers 
which was more like a flash of summer lightning on a dark cloud 
than anything else.  And as near to her as he dared would sit 
Good, worshipping through his eyeglass, for he really was getting 
seriously devoted to this sombre beauty, of whom, speaking personally, 
I felt terribly afraid.  I watched her keenly, and soon I found 
out that for all her apparent impassibility she was at heart 
bitterly jealous of Nyleptha.  Another thing I found out, and 
the discovery filled me with dismay, and that was, that she also 
was growing devoted to Sir Henry Curtis.  Of course I could not 
be sure; it is not easy to read so cold and haughty a woman; 
but I noticed one or two little things, and, as elephant hunters 
know, dried grass shows which way the wind has set.

And so another three months passed over us, by which time we 
had all attained to a very considerable mastery of the Zu-Vendi 
language, which is an easy one to learn.  And as the time went 
on we became great favourites with the people, and even with 
the courtiers, gaining an enormous reputation for cleverness, 
because, as I think I have said, Sir Henry was able to show them 
how to make glass, which was a national want, and also, by the 
help of a twenty-year almanac that we had with us, to predict 
various heavenly combinations which were quite unsuspected by 
the native astronomers.  We even succeeded in demonstrating the 
principle of the steam-engine to a gathering of the learned men, 
who were filled with amazement; and several other things of the 
same sort we did.  And so it came about that the people made 
up their minds that we must on no account be allowed to go out 
of the country (which indeed was an apparent impossibility even 
if we had wished it), and we were advanced to great honour and 
made officers to the bodyguards of the sister Queens while permanent 
quarters were assigned to us in the palace, and our opinion was 
asked upon questions of national policy.

But blue as the sky seemed, there was a cloud, and a big one, 
on the horizon.  We had indeed heard no more of those confounded 
hippopotami, but it is not on that account to be supposed that 
our sacrilege was forgotten, or the enmity of the great and powerful 
priesthood headed by Agon appeased.  On the contrary, it was 
burning the more fiercely because it was necessarily suppressed, 
and what had perhaps begun in bigotry was ending in downright 
direct hatred born of jealousy.  Hitherto, the priests had been 
the wise men of the land, and were on this account, as well as 
from superstitious causes, looked on with peculiar veneration.  
But our arrival, with our outlandish wisdom and our strange 
inventions and hints of unimagined things, dealt a serious blow 
to this state of affairs, and, among the educated Zu-Vendi, went 
far towards destroying the priestly prestige.  A still worse 
affront to them, however, was the favour with which we were regarded, 
and the trust that was reposed in us.  All these things tended 
to make us excessively obnoxious to the great sacerdotal clan, 
the most powerful because the most united faction in the kingdom.

Another source of imminent danger to us was the rising envy of 
some of the great lords headed by Nasta, whose antagonism to 
us had at best been but thinly veiled, and which now threatened 
to break out into open flame.  Nasta had for some years been 
a candidate for Nyleptha's hand in marriage, and when we appeared 
on the scene I fancy, from all I could gather, that though there 
were still many obstacles in his path, success was by no means 
out of his reach.  But now all this had changed; the coy Nyleptha 
smiled no more in his direction, and he was not slow to guess 
the cause.  Infuriated and alarmed, he turned his attention to 
Sorais, only to find that he might as well try to woo a mountain 
side.  With a bitter jest or two about his fickleness, that door 
was closed on him for ever.  So Nasta bethought himself of the 
thirty thousand wild swordsmen who would pour down at his bidding 
through the northern mountain passes, and no doubt vowed to adorn 
the gates of Milosis with our heads.

But first he determined, as I learned, to make one more attempt 
and to demand the hand of Nyleptha in the open Court after the 
formal annual ceremony of the signing of the laws that had been 
proclaimed by the Queens during the year.

Of this astounding fact Nyleptha heard with simulated nonchalance, 
and with a little trembling of the voice herself informed us 
of it as we sat at supper on the night preceding the great ceremony 
of the law-giving.

Sir Henry bit his lip, and do what he could to prevent it plainly 
showed his agitation.

'And what answer will the Queen be pleased to give to the 
great Lord?' asked I, in a jesting manner.

'Answer, Macumazahn' (for we had elected to pass by our Zulu 
names in Zu-Vendis), she said, with a pretty shrug of her ivory 
shoulder.  'Nay, I know not; what is a poor woman to do, when 
the wooer has thirty thousand swords wherewith to urge his love?' 
 And from under her long lashes she glanced at Curtis.

Just then we rose from the table to adjourn into another room.  
'Quatermain, a word, quick,' said Sir Henry to me.  'Listen.  
I have never spoken about it, but surely you have guessed: I 
love Nyleptha.  What am I to do?'

Fortunately, I had more or less already taken the question into 
consideration, and was therefore able to give such answer as 
seemed the wisest to me.

'You must speak to Nyleptha tonight,' I said.  'Now is your time, 
now or never.  Listen.  In the sitting-chamber get near to her, 
and whisper to her to meet you at midnight by the Rademas statue 
at the end of the great hall.  I will keep watch for you there.  
Now or never, Curtis.'

We passed on into the other room.  Nyleptha was sitting, her 
hands before her, and a sad anxious look upon her lovely face.  
A little way off was Sorais talking to Good in her slow measured 
tones.

The time went on; in another quarter of an hour I knew that, 
according to their habit, the Queens would retire.  As yet, Sir 
Henry had had no chance of saying a word in private: indeed, 
though we saw much of the royal sisters, it was by no means easy 
to see them alone.  I racked my brains, and at last an idea came 
to me.

'Will the Queen be pleased,' I said, bowing low before Sorais, 
'to sing to her servants?  Our hearts are heavy this night; sing 
to us, oh Lady of the Night' (Sorais' favourite name among the 
people).

'My songs, Macumazahn, are not such as to lighten the heavy heart, 
yet will I sing if it pleases thee,' she answered; and she rose 
and went a few paces to a table whereon lay an instrument not 
unlike a zither, and struck a few wandering chords.

Then suddenly, like the notes of some deep-throated bird, her 
rounded voice rang out in song so wildly sweet, and yet with 
so eerie and sad a refrain, that it made the very blood stand 
still.  Up, up soared the golden notes, that seemed to melt far 
away, and then to grow again and travel on, laden with all the 
sorrow of the world and all the despair of the lost.  It was 
a marvellous song, but I had not time to listen to it properly.  
However, I got the words of it afterwards, and here is a translation 
of its burden, so far as it admits of being translated at all.


SORAIS' SONG
 
As a desolate bird that through darkness its lost way is winging,
As a hand that is helplessly raised when Death's sickle is swinging,
So is life! ay, the life that lends passion and breath to my singing.

As the nightingale's song that is full of a sweetness unspoken,
As a spirit unbarring the gates of the skies for a token,
So is love! ay, the love that shall fall when his pinion is broken.

As the tramp of the legions when trumpets their challenge are sending,
As the shout of the Storm-god when lightnings the black sky are rending,
So is power! ay, the power that shall lie in the dust at its ending.

So short is our life; yet with space for all things to forsake us,
A bitter delusion, a dream from which nought can awake us,
Till Death's dogging footsteps at morn or at eve shall o'ertake us.


Refrain

Oh, the world is fair at the dawning -- dawning -- dawning,
But the red sun sinks in blood -- the red sun sinks in blood.


I only wish that I could write down the music too.

'Now, Curtis, now,' I whispered, when she began the second verse, 
and turned my back.

'Nyleptha,' he said -- for my nerves were so much on the stretch 
that I could hear every word, low as it was spoken, even through 
Sorais' divine notes -- 'Nyleptha, I must speak with thee this 
night, upon my life I must.  Say me not nay; oh, say me not nay!'

'How can I speak with thee?' she answered, looking fixedly before 
her; 'Queens are not like other people.  I am surrounded and watched.'

'Listen, Nyleptha, thus.  I will be before the statue of Rademas 
in the great hall at midnight.  I have the countersign and can 
pass in.  Macumazahn will be there to keep guard, and with him 
the Zulu.  Oh come, my Queen, deny me not.'

'It is not seemly,' she murmured, 'and tomorrow --'

Just then the music began to die in the last wail of the refrain, 
and Sorais slowly turned her round.

'I will be there,' said Nyleptha, hurriedly; 'on thy life see 
that thou fail me not.'




CHAPTER XVI
BEFORE THE STATUE



It was night -- dead night -- and the silence lay on the 
Frowning City like a cloud.

Secretly, as evildoers, Sir Henry Curtis, Umslopogaas, and myself 
threaded our way through the passages towards a by-entrance to 
the great Throne Chamber.  Once we were met by the fierce rattling 
challenge of the sentry.  I gave the countersign, and the man 
grounded his spear and let us pass.  Also we were officers of 
the Queens' bodyguard, and in that capacity had a right to come 
and go unquestioned.

We gained the hall in safety.  So empty and so still was it, 
that even when we had passed the sound of our footsteps yet echoed 
up the lofty walls, vibrating faintly and still more faintly 
against the carven roof, like ghosts of the footsteps of dead 
men haunting the place that once they trod.

It was an eerie spot, and it oppressed me.  The moon was full, 
and threw great pencils and patches of light through the high 
windowless openings in the walls, that lay pure and beautiful 
upon the blackness of the marble floor, like white flowers on 
a coffin.  One of these silver arrows fell upon the statue of 
the sleeping Rademas, and of the angel form bent over him, illumining 
it, and a small circle round it, with a soft clear light, reminding 
me of that with which Catholics illumine the altars of their 
cathedrals.

Here by the statue we took our stand, and waited.  Sir Henry 
and I close together, Umslopogaas some paces off in the darkness, 
so that I could only just make out his towering outline leaning 
on the outline of an axe.

So long did we wait that I almost fell asleep resting against 
the cold marble, but was suddenly aroused by hearing Curtis give 
a quick catching breath.  Then from far away there came a little 
sound as though the statues that lined the walls were whispering 
to each other some message of the ages.

It was the faint sweep of a lady's dress.  Nearer it grew, and 
nearer yet.  We could see a figure steal from patch to patch 
of moonlight, and even hear the soft fall of sandalled feet.  
Another second and I saw the black silhouette of the old Zulu 
raise its arm in mute salute, and Nyleptha was before us.

Oh, how beautiful she looked as she paused a moment just within 
the circle of the moonlight!  Her hand was pressed upon her heart, 
and her white bosom heaved beneath it.  Round her head a broidered 
scarf was loosely thrown, partially shadowing the perfect face, 
and thus rendering it even more lovely; for beauty, dependent 
as it is to a certain extent upon the imagination, is never so 
beautiful as when it is half hid.  There she stood radiant but 
half doubting, stately and yet so sweet.  It was but a moment, 
but I then and there fell in love with her myself, and have remained 
so to this hour; for, indeed, she looked more like an angel out 
of heaven than a loving, passionate, mortal woman.  Low we bowed 
before her, and then she spoke.

'I have come,' she whispered, 'but it was at great risk.  Ye 
know not how I am watched.  The priests watch me.  Sorais watches 
me with those great eyes of hers.  My very guards are spies upon 
me.  Nasta watches me too.  Oh, let him be careful!' and she 
stamped her foot.  'Let him be careful; I am a woman, and therefore 
hard to drive.  Ay, and I am a Queen, too, and can still avenge.  
Let him be careful, I say, lest in place of giving him my hand 
I take his head,' and she ended the outburst with a little sob, 
and then smiled up at us bewitchingly and laughed.

'Thou didst bid me come hither, my Lord Incubu' (Curtis had taught 
her to call him so).  'Doubtless it is about business of the 
State, for I know that thou art ever full of great ideas and 
plans for my welfare and my people's.  So even as a Queen should 
I have come, though I greatly fear the dark alone,' and again 
she laughed and gave him a glance from her grey eyes.

At this point I thought it wise to move a little, since secrets 
'of the State' should not be made public property; but she would 
not let me go far, peremptorily stopping me within five yards 
or so, saying that she feared surprise.  So it came to pass that, 
however unwillingly, I heard all that passed.

'Thou knowest, Nyleptha,' said Sir Henry, 'that it was for none 
of these things that I asked thee to meet me at this lonely place.  
Nyleptha, waste not the time in pleasantry, but listen to me, 
for -- I love thee.'

As he said the words I saw her face break up, as it were, and 
change.  The coquetry went out of it, and in its place there 
shone a great light of love which seemed to glorify it, and make 
it like that of the marble angel overhead.  I could not help 
thinking that it must have been a touch of prophetic instinct 
which made the long dead Rademas limn, in the features of the 
angel of his inspiring vision, so strange a likeness of his own 
descendant.  Sir Henry, also, must have observed and been struck 
by the likeness, for, catching the look upon Nyleptha's face, 
he glanced quickly from it to the moonlit statue, and then back 
again at his beloved.

'Thou sayest thou dost love me,' she said in a low voice, 'and 
thy voice rings true, but how am I to know that thou dost speak 
the truth?'

'Though,' she went on with proud humility, and in the stately 
third person which is so largely used by the Zu-Vendi, 'I be 
as nothing in the eyes of my lord,' and she curtseyed towards 
him, 'who comes from among a wonderful people, to whom my people 
are but children, yet here am I a queen and a leader of men, 
and if I would go to battle a hundred thousand spears shall sparkle 
in my train like stars glimmering down the path of the bent moon.  
And although my beauty be a little thing in the eyes of my lord,' 
and she lifted her broidered skirt and curtseyed again, 'yet 
here among my own people am I held right fair, and ever since 
I was a woman the great lords of my kingdom have made quarrel 
concerning me, as though forsooth,' she added with a flash of 
passion, 'I were a deer to be pulled down by the hungriest wolf, 
or a horse to be sold to the highest bidder.  Let my lord pardon 
me if I weary my lord, but it hath pleased my lord to say that 
he loves me, Nyleptha, a Queen of the Zu-Vendi, and therefore 
would I say that though my love and my hand be not much to my 
lord, yet to me are they all.'

'Oh!' she cried, with a sudden and thrilling change of voice, 
and modifying her dignified mode of address.  'Oh, how can I 
know that thou lovest but me?  How can I know that thou wilt 
not weary of me and seek thine own place again, leaving me desolate? 
 Who is there to tell me but that thou lovest some other woman, 
some fair woman unknown to me, but who yet draws breath beneath 
this same moon that shines on me tonight?  Tell me how am I to 
know?'  And she clasped her hands and stretched them out towards 
him and looked appealingly into his face.

'Nyleptha,' answered Sir Henry, adopting the Zu-Vendi way of 
speech; 'I have told thee that I love thee; how am I to tell 
thee how much I love thee?  Is there then a measure for love? 
 Yet will I try.  I say not that I have never looked upon another 
woman with favour, but this I say that I love thee with all my 
life and with all my strength; that I love thee now and shall 
love thee till I grow cold in death, ay, and as I believe beyond 
my death, and on and on for ever: I say that thy voice is music 
to my ear, and thy touch as water to a thirsty land, that when 
thou art there the world is beautiful, and when I see thee not 
it is as though the light was dead.  Oh, Nyleptha, I will never 
leave thee; here and now for thy dear sake I will forget my people 
and my father's house, yea, I renounce them all.  By thy side 
will I live, Nyleptha, and at thy side will I die.'

He paused and gazed at her earnestly, but she hung her head like 
a lily, and said never a word.

'Look!' he went on, pointing to the statue on which the moonlight 
played so brightly.  'Thou seest that angel woman who rests her 
hand upon the forehead of the sleeping man, and thou seest how 
at her touch his soul flames up and shines out through his flesh, 
even as a lamp at the touch of the fire, so is it with me and 
thee, Nyleptha.  Thou hast awakened my soul and called it forth, 
and now, Nyleptha, it is not mine, not mine, but thine and thine 
only.  There is no more for me to say; in thy hands is my life.' 
 And he leaned back against the pedestal of the statue, looking 
very pale, and his eyes shining, but proud and handsome as a god.

Slowly, slowly she raised her head, and fixed her wonderful eyes, 
all alight with the greatness of her passion, full upon his face, 
as though to read his very soul.  Then at last she spoke, low 
indeed, but clearly as a silver bell.

'Of a truth, weak woman that I am, I do believe thee.  Ill will 
be the day for thee and for me also if it be my fate to learn 
that I have believed a lie.  And now hearken to me, oh man, who 
hath wandered here from far to steal my heart and make me all 
thine own.  I put my hand upon thy hand thus, and thus I, whose 
lips have never kissed before, do kiss thee on the brow; and 
now by my hand and by that first and holy kiss, ay, by my people's 
weal and by my throne that like enough I shall lose for thee 
-- by the name of my high House, by the sacred Stone and by the 
eternal majesty of the Sun, I swear that for thee will I live 
and die.  And I swear that I will love thee and thee only till 
death, ay, and beyond, if as thou sayest there be a beyond, and 
that thy will shall be my will, and thy ways my ways.

'Oh see, see, my lord! thou knowest not how humble is she who 
loves; I, who am a Queen, I kneel before thee, even at thy feet 
I do my homage;' and the lovely impassioned creature flung herself 
down on her knees on the cold marble before him.  And after that 
I really do not know, for I could stand it no longer, and cleared 
off to refresh myself with a little of old Umslopogaas' society, 
leaving them to settle it their own way, and a very long time 
they were about it.

I found the old warrior leaning on Inkosi-kaas as usual, and 
surveying the scene in the patch of moonlight with a grim smile 
of amusement.

'Ah, Macumazahn,' he said, 'I suppose it is because I am getting 
old, but I don't think that I shall ever learn to understand 
the ways of you white people.  Look there now, I pray thee, they 
are a pretty pair of doves, but what is all the fuss about, Macumazahn? 
 He wants a wife, and she wants a husband, then why does he not 
pay his cows down {Endnote 17} like a man and have done with 
it?  It would save a deal of trouble, and we should have had 
our night's sleep.  But there they go, talk, talk, talk, and 
kiss, kiss, kiss, like mad things.  Eugh!'

Some three-quarters of an hour afterwards the 'pair of doves' 
came strolling towards us, Curtis looking slightly silly, and 
Nyleptha remarking calmly that the moonlight made very pretty 
effects on the marble.  Then, for she was in a most gracious 
mood, she took my hand and said that I was 'her Lord's' dear 
friend, and therefore most dear to her -- not a word for my own 
sake, you see.  Next she lifted Umslopogaas' axe, and examined 
it curiously, saying significantly as she did so that he might 
soon have cause to use it in defence of her.

After that she nodded prettily to us all, and casting a 
tender glance at her lover, glided off into the darkness 
like a beautiful vision.

When we got back to our quarters, which we did without accident, 
Curtis asked me jocularly what I was thinking about.

'I am wondering,' I answered, 'on what principle it is arranged 
that some people should find beautiful queens to fall in love 
with them, while others find nobody at all, or worse than nobody; 
and I am also wondering how many brave men's lives this night's 
work will cost.'  It was rather nasty of me, perhaps, but somehow 
all the feelings do not evaporate with age, and I could not help 
being a little jealous of my old friend's luck.  Vanity, my sons; 
vanity of vanities!

On the following morning, Good was informed of the happy occurrence, 
and positively rippled with smiles that, originating somewhere 
about the mouth, slowly travelled up his face like the rings 
in a duckpond, till they flowed over the brim of his eyeglass 
and went where sweet smiles go.  The fact of the matter, however, 
was that not only was Good rejoiced about the thing on its own 
merits but also for personal reasons.  He adored Sorais quite 
as earnestly as Sir Henry adored Nyleptha, and his adoration 
had not altogether prospered.  Indeed, it had seemed to him and 
to me also that the dark Cleopatra-like queen favoured Curtis 
in her own curious inscrutable way much more than Good.  Therefore 
it was a relief to him to learn that his unconscious rival was 
permanently  and satisfactorily attached in another direction.  
His face fell a little, however, when he was told that the whole 
thing was to be kept as secret as the dead, above all from Sorais 
for the present, inasmuch as the political convulsion which would 
follow such an announcement at the moment would be altogether 
too great to face and would very possibly, if prematurely made, 
shake Nyleptha from her throne.

That morning we again attended in the Throne Hall, and I could 
not help smiling to myself when I compared the visit to our last, 
and reflecting that, if walls could speak, they would have strange 
tales to tell.

What actresses women are!  There, high upon her golden throne, 
draped in her blazoned 'kaf' or robe of state, sat the fair Nyleptha, 
and when Sir Henry came in a little late, dressed in the full 
uniform of an officer of her guard and humbly bent himself before 
her, she merely acknowledged his salute with a careless nod and 
turned her head coldly aside.  It was a very large Court, for 
not only did the signing of the laws attract many outside of 
those whose duty it was to attend, but also the rumour that Nasta 
was going to publicly ask the hand of Nyleptha in marriage had 
gone abroad, with the result that the great hall was crowded 
to its utmost capacity.  There were our friends the priests in 
force, headed by Agon, who regarded us with a vindictive eye; 
and a most imposing band they were, with their long white embroidered 
robes girt with a golden chain from which hung the fish-like 
scales.  There, too, were a number of the lords, each with a 
band of brilliantly attired attendants, and prominent among them 
was Nasta, stroking his black beard meditatively and looking 
unusually pleasant.  It was a splendid and impressive sight, 
especially when the officer after having read out each law handed 
them to the Queens to sign, whereon the trumpets blared out and 
the Queens' guard grounded their spears with a crash in salute.  
This reading and signing of the laws took a long time, but at 
length it came to an end, the last one reciting that 'whereas 
distinguished strangers, etc.', and proceeding to confer on the 
three of us the rank of 'lords', together with certain military 
commands and large estates bestowed by the Queen.  When it was 
read the trumpets blared and the spears clashed down as usual, 
but I saw some of the lords turn and whisper to each other, while 
Nasta ground his teeth.  They did not like the favour that was 
shown to us, which under all the circumstances was not perhaps 
unnatural.

Then there came a pause, and Nasta stepped forward and bowing 
humbly, though with no humility in his eye, craved a boon at 
the hands of the Queen Nyleptha.

Nyleptha turned a little pale, but bowed graciously, and prayed 
the 'well-beloved lord' to speak on, whereon in a few 
straightforward soldier-like words he asked her hand in marriage.

Then, before she could find words to answer, the High Priest 
Agon took up the tale, and in a speech of real eloquence and 
power pointed out the many advantages of the proposed alliance; 
how it would consolidate the kingdom, for Nasta's dominions, 
of which he was virtually king, were to Zu-Vendis much what Scotland 
used to be to England; how it would gratify the wild mountaineers 
and be popular among the soldiery, for Nasta was a famous general; 
how it would set her dynasty firmly on the throne, and would 
gain the blessing and approval of the 'Sun', i.e. of the office 
of the High Priest, and so on.  Many of his arguments were undoubtedly 
valid, and there was, looking at it from a political point of 
view, everything to be said for the marriage.  But unfortunately 
it is difficult to play the game of politics with the persons 
of young and lovely queens as though they were ivory effigies 
of themselves on a chessboard.  Nyleptha's face, while Agon spouted 
away, was a perfect study; she smiled indeed, but beneath the 
smile it set like a stone, and her eyes began to flash ominously.

At last he stopped, and she prepared herself to answer.  Before 
she did so, however, Sorais leant towards her and said in a voice 
sufficiently loud for me to catch what she said, 'Bethink thee 
well, my sister, ere thou dost speak, for methinks that our thrones 
may hang upon thy words.'

Nyleptha made no answer, and with a shrug and a smile Sorais 
leant back again and listened.

'Of a truth a great honour has been done to me,' she said, 'that 
my poor hand should not only have been asked in marriage, but 
that Agon here should be so swift to pronounce the blessing of 
the Sun upon my union.  Methinks that in another minute he would 
have wed us fast ere the bride had said her say.  Nasta, I thank 
thee, and I will bethink me of thy words, but now as yet I have 
no mind for marriage, that as a cup of which none know the taste 
until they begin to drink it.  Again I thank thee, Nasta,' and 
she made as though she would rise.

The great lord's face turned almost as black as his beard with 
fury, for he knew that the words amounted to a final refusal 
of his suit.

'Thanks be to the Queen for her gracious words,' he said, restraining 
himself with difficulty and looking anything but grateful, 'my 
heart shall surely treasure them.  And now I crave another boon, 
namely, the royal leave to withdraw myself to my own poor cities 
in the north till such time as the Queen shall say my suit nay 
or yea.  Mayhap,' he added, with a sneer, 'the Queen will be 
pleased to visit me there, and to bring with her these stranger 
lords,' and he scowled darkly towards us.  'It is but a poor 
country and a rough, but we are a hardy race of mountaineers, 
and there shall be gathered thirty thousand swordsmen to shout 
a welcome to her.'

This speech, which was almost a declaration of rebellion, was 
received in complete silence, but Nyleptha flushed up and answered 
it with spirit.

'Oh, surely, Nasta, I will come, and the strange lords in my 
train, and for every man of thy mountaineers who calls thee Prince, 
will I bring two from the lowlands who call me Queen, and we 
will see which is the staunchest breed.  Till then farewell.'

The trumpets blared out, the Queens rose, and the great assembly 
broke up in murmuring confusion, and for myself I went home with 
a heavy heart foreseeing civil war.

After this there was quiet for a few weeks.  Curtis and the Queen 
did not often meet, and exercised the utmost caution not to allow 
the true relation in which they stood to each other to leak out; 
but do what they would, rumours as hard to trace as a buzzing 
fly in a dark room, and yet quite as audible, began to hum 
round and round, and at last to settle on her throne.




CHAPTER XVII
THE STORM BREAKS



And now it was that the trouble which at first had been but a 
cloud as large as a man's hand began to loom very black and big 
upon our horizon, namely, Sorais' preference for Sir Henry.  
I saw the storm drawing nearer and nearer; and so, poor fellow, 
did he.  The affection of so lovely and highly-placed a woman 
was not a thing that could in a general way be considered a calamity 
by any man, but, situated as Curtis was, it was a grievous burden 
to bear.

To begin with, Nyleptha, though altogether charming, was, it must 
be admitted, of a rather jealous disposition, and was sometimes 
apt to visit on her lover's head her indignation at the marks 
of what Alphonse would have called the 'distinguished consideration' 
with which her royal sister favoured him.  Then the enforced 
secrecy of his relation to Nyleptha prevented Curtis from taking 
some opportunity of putting a stop, or trying to put a stop, 
to this false condition of affairs, by telling Sorais, in a casual 
but confidential way, that he was going to marry her sister.  
A third sting in Sir Henry's honey was that he knew that Good 
was honestly and sincerely attached to the ominous-looking but 
most attractive Lady of the Night.  Indeed, poor Bougwan was 
wasting himself to a shadow of his fat and jolly self about her, 
his face getting so thin that his eyeglass would scarcely stick 
in it; while she, with a sort of careless coquetry, just gave 
him encouragement enough to keep him going, thinking, no doubt, 
that he might be useful as a stalking-horse.  I tried to give 
him a hint, in as delicate a way as I could, but he flew into 
a huff and would not listen to me, so I was determined to let 
ill along, for fear of making it worse.  Poor Good, he really 
was very ludicrous in his distress, and went in for all sorts 
of absurdities, under the belief that he was advancing his suit.  
One of them was the writing -- with the assistance of one of 
the grave and revered signiors who instructed us, and who, whatever 
may have been the measure of his erudition, did not understand 
how to scan a line -- of a most interminable Zu-Vendi love-song, 
of which the continually recurring refrain was something about 
'I will kiss thee; oh yes, I will kiss thee!'  Now among the 
Zu-Vendi it is a common and most harmless thing for young men 
to serenade ladies at night, as I believe they do in the southern 
countries of Europe, and sing all sorts of nonsensical songs 
to them.  The young men may or may not be serious; but no offence 
is meant and none is taken, even by ladies of the highest rank, 
who accept the whole thing as an English girl would a 
gracefully-turned compliment.

Availing himself of this custom, Good bethought him that would 
serenade Sorais, whose private apartments, together with those 
of her maidens, were exactly opposite our own, on the further 
side of a narrow courtyard which divided one section of the great 
palace from another.  Accordingly, having armed himself with 
a native zither, on which, being an adept with the light guitar, 
he had easily learned to strum, he proceeded at midnight -- the 
fashionable hour for this sort of caterwauling -- to make night 
hideous with his amorous yells.  I was fast asleep when they 
began, but they soon woke me up -- for Good possesses a tremendous 
voice and has no notion of time -- and I ran to my window-place 
to see what was the matter.  And there, standing in the full 
moonlight in the courtyard, I perceived Good, adorned with an 
enormous ostrich feather head-dress and a flowing silken cloak, 
which it is the right thing to wear upon these occasions, and 
shouting out the abominable song which he and the old gentleman 
had evolved, to a jerky, jingling accompaniment.  From the direction 
of the quarters of the maids of honour came a succession of faint 
sniggerings; but the apartments of Sorais herself -- whom I devoutly 
pitied if she happened to be there -- were silent as the grave.  
There was absolutely no end to that awful song, with its eternal 
'I will kiss thee!' and at last neither I nor Sir Henry, whom 
I had summoned to enjoy the sight, could stand it any longer; 
so, remembering the dear old story, I put my head to the window 
opening, and shouted, 'For Heaven's sake, Good, don't go on talking 
about it, but kiss her and let's all go to sleep!'  That choked 
him off, and we had no more serenading.

Then whole thing formed a laughable incident in a tragic business.  
How deeply thankful we ought to be that even the most serious 
matters have generally a silver lining about them in the shape 
of a joke, if only people could see it.  The sense of humour 
is a very valuable possession in life, and ought to be cultivated 
in the Board schools -- especially in Scotland.

Well, the more Sir Henry held off the more Sorais came on, as 
is not uncommon in such cases, till at last things got very queer 
indeed.  Evidently she was, by some strange perversity of mind, 
quite blinded to the true state of the case; and I, for one, 
greatly dreaded the moment of her awakening.  Sorais was a dangerous 
woman to be mixed up with, either with or without one's consent.  
At last the evil moment came, as I saw it must come.  One fine 
day, Good having gone out hawking, Sir Henry and I were sitting 
quietly talking over the situation, especially with reference 
to Sorais, when a Court messenger arrived with a written note, 
which we with some difficulty deciphered, and which was to the 
effect that 'the Queen Sorais commanded the attendance of the 
Lord Incubu in her private apartments, whither he would be conducted 
by the bearer'.

'Oh my word!' groaned Sir Henry.  'Can't you go instead, old fellow?'

'Not if I know it,' I said with vigour.  'I had rather face a 
wounded elephant with a shot-gun.  Take care of your own business, 
my boy.  If you will be so fascinating you must take the consequences.  
I would not be in your place for an empire.'

'You remind me of when I was going to be flogged at school and 
the other boys came to console me,' he said gloomily.  'What 
right has this Queen to command my attendance, I should like 
to know?  I won't go.'

'But you must; you are one of her officers and bound to obey 
her, and she knows it.  And after all it will soon be over.'

'That's just what they used to say,' he said again.  'I only 
hope she won't put a knife into me.  I believe that she is quite 
capable of it.'  And off he started very faintheartedly, 
and no wonder.

I sat and waited, and at the end of about forty-five minutes 
he returned, looking a good deal worse than when he went.

'Give me something to drink,' he said hoarsely.

I got him a cup of wine, and asked what was the matter.

'What is the matter?  Why if ever there was trouble there's trouble 
now.  You know when I left you?  Well, I was shown straight into 
Sorais' private chamber, and a wonderful place it is; and there 
she sat, quite alone, upon a silken couch at the end of the room, 
playing gently upon that zither of hers.  I stood before her, 
and for a while she took no notice of me, but kept on playing 
and singing a little, and very sweet music it was.  At last she 
looked up and smiled.

'"So thou art come," she said.  "I thought perchance thou hadst 
gone about the Queen Nyleptha's business.  Thou art ever on her 
business, and I doubt not a good servant and a true."

'To this I merely bowed, and said I was there to receive the 
Queen's word.

'"Ah yes, I would talk with thee, but be thou seated.  It wearies 
me to look so high," and she made room for me beside her on the 
couch, placing herself with her back against the end, so as to 
have a view of my face.

'"It is not meet," I said, "that I should make myself equal with 
the Queen."

'"I said be seated," was her answer, so I sat down, and she began 
to look at me with those dark eyes of hers.  There she sat like 
an incarnate spirit of beauty, hardly talking at all, and when 
she did, very low, but all the while looking at me.  There was 
a white flower in her black hair, and I tried to keep my eyes 
on it and count the petals, but it was of no use.  At last, whether 
it was her gaze, or the perfume in her hair, or what I do not 
know, but I almost felt as though I was being mesmerized.  At 
last she roused herself.

'"Incubu," she said, "lovest thou power?"

'I replied that I supposed all men loved power of one sort or another.

'"Thou shalt have it," she said.  "Lovest thou wealth?"

'I said I liked wealth for what it brought.

'"Thou shalt have it," she said.  "And lovest thou beauty?"

'To this I replied that I was very fond of statuary and architecture, 
or something silly of that sort, at which she frowned, and there 
was a pause.  By this time my nerves were on such a stretch that 
I was shaking like a leaf.  I knew that something awful was going 
to happen, but she held me under a kind of spell, and I could 
not help myself.

'"Incubu," she said at length, "wouldst thou be a king?  Listen, 
wouldst thou be a king?  Behold, stranger, I am minded to make 
thee king of all Zu-Vendis, ay and husband of Sorais of the Night.  
Nay, peace and hear me.  To no man among my people had I thus 
opened out my secret heart, but thou art an outlander and therefore 
I speak without shame, knowing all I have to offer and how hard 
it had been thee to ask.  See, a crown lies at thy feet, my lord 
Incubu, and with that fortune a woman whom some have wished to 
woo.  Now mayst thou answer, oh my chosen, and soft shall thy 
words fall upon mine ears."

'"Oh Sorais," I said, "I pray thee speak not thus" -- you see 
I had not time to pick and choose my words -- "for this thing 
cannot be.  I am bethrothed to thy sister Nyleptha, oh Sorais, 
and I love her and her alone."

'Next moment it struck me that I had said an awful thing, and 
I looked up to see the results.  When I spoke, Sorais' face was 
hidden in her hands, and as my words reached her she slowly raised 
it, and I shrank back dismayed.  It was ashy white, and her eyes 
were flaming.  She rose to her feet and seemed to be choking, 
but the awful thing was that she was so quiet about it all.  
Once she looked at a side table, on which lay a dagger, and from 
it to me, as though she thought of killing me; but she did not 
take it up.  At last she spoke one word, and one only --

'"Go!"

'And I went, and glad enough I was to get out of it, and here 
I am.  Give me another cup of wine, there's a good fellow, 
and tell me, what is to be done?'

I shook my head, for the affair was indeed serious.  As one of the 
poets says,


'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned',


more especially if the woman is a queen and a Sorais, and indeed 
I feared the very worst, including imminent danger to ourselves.

'Nyleptha had better be told of this at once,' I said, 'and perhaps 
I had better tell her; she might receive your account with suspicion.'

'Who is captain of her guard tonight?' I went on.

'Good.'

'Very well then, there will be no chance of her being got at.  
Don't look surprised.  I don't think that her sister would stick 
at that.  I suppose one must tell Good of what has happened.'

'Oh, I don't know,' said Sir Henry.  'It would hurt his feelings, 
poor fellow!  You see, he takes a lively personal interest in Sorais.'

'That's true; and after all, perhaps there is no need to tell him.  
He will find out the truth soon enough.  Now, you mark my words, 
Sorais will throw in her lot with Nasta, who is sulking up in 
the North there, and there will be such a war as has not been 
known in Zu-Vendis for centuries.  Look there!' and I pointed 
to two Court messengers, who were speeding away from the door 
of Sorais' private apartments.  'Now follow me,' and I ran up 
a stairway into an outlook tower that rose from the roof of our 
quarters, taking the spyglass with me, and looked out over the 
palace wall.  The first thing we saw was one of the messengers 
speeding towards the Temple, bearing, without any doubt, the 
Queen's word to the High Priest Agon, but for the other I searched 
in vain.  Presently, however, I spied a horseman riding furiously 
through the northern gate of the city, and in him I recognized 
the other messenger.

'Ah!' I said, 'Sorais is a woman of spirit.  She is acting at 
once, and will strike quick and hard.  You have insulted her, 
my boy, and the blood will flow in rivers before the stain is 
washed away, and yours with it, if she can get hold of you.  
Well, I'm off to Nyleptha.  Just you stop where you are, old 
fellow, and try to get your nerves straight again.  You'll need 
them all, I can tell you, unless I have observed human nature 
in the rough for fifty years for nothing.'  And off I went accordingly.

I gained audience of the Queen without trouble.  She was expecting 
Curtis, and was not best pleased to see my mahogany-coloured 
face instead.

'Is there aught wrong with my Lord, Macumazahn, that he waits 
not upon me?  Say, is he sick?'

I said that he was well enough, and then, without further ado, 
I plunged into my story and told it from beginning to end.  Oh, 
what a rage she flew into!  It was a sight to see her, she looked 
so lovely.

'How darest thou come to me with such a tale?' she cried.  'It 
is a lie to say that my Lord was making love to Sorais, my sister.'

'Pardon me, oh Queen,' I answered, 'I said that Sorais was making 
love to thy lord.'

'Spin me no spiders' webs of words.  Is not the thing the same 
thing?  The one giveth, the other taketh; but the gift passes, 
and what matters it which is the most guilty?  Sorais! oh, I 
hate her -- Sorais is a queen and my sister.  She had not stooped 
so low had he not shown the way.  Oh, truly hath the poet said 
that man is like a snake, whom to touch is poison, and whom none 
can hold.'

'The remark, oh Queen, is excellent, but methinks thou hast misread 
the poet.  Nyleptha,' I went on, 'thou knowest well that thy 
words are empty foolishness, and that this is no time for folly.'

'How darest thou?' she broke in, stamping her foot.  'Hast my 
false lord sent thee to me to insult me also?  Who art thou, 
stranger, that thou shouldst speak to me, the Queen, after this 
sort?  How darest thou?'

'Yea, I dare.  Listen.  The moments which thou dost waste in 
idle anger may well cost thee thy crown and all of us our lives.  
Already Sorais' horsemen go forth and call to arms.  In thee 
days' time Nasta will rouse himself in his fastnesses like a 
lion in the evening, and his growling will be heard throughout 
the North.  The "Lady of the Night" (Sorais) hath a sweet voice, 
and she will not sing in vain.  Her banner will be borne from 
range to range and valley to valley, and warriors will spring 
up in its track like dust beneath a whirlwind; half the army 
will echo her war-cry; and in every town and hamlet of this wide 
land the priests will call out against the foreigner and will 
preach her cause as holy.  I have spoken, oh Queen!'

Nyleptha was quite calm now; her jealous anger had passed; and 
putting off the character of a lovely headstrong lady, with a 
rapidity and completeness that distinguished her, she put on 
that of a queen and a woman of business.  The transformation 
was sudden but entire.

'Thy words are very wise, Macumazahn.  Forgive me my folly.  
Ah, what a Queen I should be if only I had no heart!  To be heartless 
-- that is to conquer all.  Passion is like the lightning, it 
is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

'And thou thinkest that my sister Sorais would levy war upon 
me.  So be it.  She shall not prevail against me.  I, too, have 
my friends and my retainers.  There are many, I say, who will 
shout "Nyleptha!" when my pennon runs up on peak and pinnacle, 
and the light of my beacon fires leaps tonight from crag to crag, 
bearing the message of my war.  I will break her strength and 
scatter her armies.  Eternal night shall be the portion of Sorais 
of the Night.  Give me that parchment and the ink.  So.  
Now summon the officer in the ante-room.  He is a trusty man.'

I did as I was bid! and the man, a veteran and quiet-looking 
gentleman of the guard, named Kara, entered, bowing low.

'Take this parchment,' said Nyleptha; 'it is thy warrant; and 
guard every place of in and outgoing in the apartments of my 
sister Sorais, the "Lady of the Night", and a Queen of the Zu-Vendi.  
Let none come in and none go out, or thy life shall pay the 
cost.'

The man looked startled, but he merely said, 'The Queen's word 
be done,' and departed.  Then Nyleptha sent a messenger to Sir 
Henry, and presently he arrived looking uncommonly uncomfortable.  
I thought that another outburst was about to follow, but wonderful 
are the ways of woman; she said not a word about Sorais and his 
supposed inconstancy, greeting him with a friendly nod, and stating 
simply that she required his advice upon high matters.  All the 
same there was a look in her eye, and a sort of suppressed energy 
in her manner towards him, that makes me think that she had not 
forgotten the affair, but was keeping it for a private occasion.

Just after Curtis arrived the officer returned, and reported 
that Sorais was gone.  The bird had flown to the Temple, stating 
that she was going, as was sometimes the custom among Zu-Vendi 
ladies of rank, to spend the night in meditation before the altar.  
We looked at each other significantly.  The blow had fallen 
very soon.

Then we set to work.

Generals who could be trusted were summoned from their quarters, 
and as much of the State affairs as was thought desirable was 
told to each, strict injunctions being given to them to get all 
their available force together.  The same was done with such 
of the more powerful lords as Nyleptha knew she could rely on, 
several of whom left that very day for distant parts of the country 
to gather up their tribesmen and retainers.  Sealed orders were 
dispatched to the rulers of far-off cities, and some twenty messengers 
were sent off before nightfall with instructions to ride early 
and late till they reached the distant chiefs to whom their letters 
were addressed: also many spies were set to work.  All the afternoon 
and evening we laboured, assisted by some confidential scribes, 
Nyleptha showing an energy and resource of mind that astonished 
me, and it was eight o'clock before we got back to our quarters.  
Here we heard from Alphonse, who was deeply aggrieved because 
our non-return had spoilt his dinner (for he had turned cook 
again now), that Good had come back from his hawking and gone 
on duty.  As instructions had already been given to the officer 
of the outer guard to double the sentries at the gate, and as 
we had no reason to fear any immediate danger, we did not think 
it worth while to hunt him up and tell him anything of what had 
passed, which at best was, under the peculiar circumstances of 
the case, one of those tasks that one prefers to postpone, so 
after swallowing our food we turned in to get some much-needed 
rest.  Before we did so, however, it occurred to Curtis to tell 
old Umslopogaas to keep a look-out in the neighbourhood of Nyleptha's 
private apartments.  Umslopogaas was now well known about the 
place, and by the Queen's order allowed to pass whither he would 
by the guards, a permission of which he often availed himself 
by roaming about the palace during the still hours in a nocturnal 
fashion that he favoured, and which is by no means uncommon amongst 
black men generally.  His presence in the corridors would not, 
therefore, be likely to excite remark.  Without any comment the 
Zulu took up his axe and departed, and we also departed to bed.

I seemed to have been asleep but a few minutes when I was awakened 
by a peculiar sensation of uneasiness.  I felt that somebody 
was in the room and looking at me, and instantly sat up, to see 
to my surprise that it was already dawn, and that there, standing 
at the foot of my couch and looking peculiarly grim and gaunt 
in the grey light, was Umslopogaas himself.

'How long hast thou been there?' I asked testily, for it is not 
pleasant to be aroused in such a fashion.

'Mayhap the half of an hour, Macumazahn.  I have a word for thee.'

'Speak on,' I said, now wide enough awake.

'As I was bid I went last night to the place of the White Queen 
and hid myself behind a pillar in the second anteroom, beyond 
which is the sleeping-place of the Queen.  Bougwan (Good) was 
in the first anteroom alone, and outside the curtain of that 
room was a sentry, but I had a mind to see if I could pass in 
unseen, and I did, gliding behind them both.  There I waited 
for many hours, when suddenly I perceived a dark figure coming 
secretly towards me.  It was the figure of a woman, and in her 
hand she held a dagger.  Behind that figure crept another unseen 
by the woman.  It was Bougwan following in her tracks.  His shoes 
were off, and for so fat a man he followed very well.  The woman 
passed me, and the starlight shone upon her face.'

'Who was it?' I asked impatiently.

'The face was the face of the "Lady of the Night", and of a truth 
she is well named.

'I waited, and Bougwan passed me also.  Then I followed.  
So we went slowly and without a sound up the long chamber.  
First the woman, then Bougwan, and then I; and the woman saw 
not Bougwan, and Bougwan saw not me.  At last the "Lady of the 
Night" came to the curtains that shut off the sleeping place 
of the White Queen, and put out her left hand to part them.  
She passed through, and so did Bougwan, and so did I.  At the 
far end of the room is the bed of the Queen, and on it she lay 
very fast asleep.  I could hear her breathe, and see one white 
arm lying on the coverlid like a streak of snow on the dry grass.  
The "Lady of the Night" doubled herself thus, and with the long 
knife lifted crept towards the bed.  So straight did she gaze 
thereat that she never thought to look behind her.  When she 
was quite close Bougwan touched her on the arm, and she caught 
her breath and turned, and I saw the knife flash, and heard it 
strike.  Well was it for Bougwan that he had the skin of iron 
on him, or he had been pierced.  Then for the first time he saw 
who the woman was, and without a word he fell back astonished, 
and unable to speak.  She, too, was astonished, and spoke not, 
but suddenly she laid her finger on her lip, thus, and walked 
towards and through the curtain, and with her went Bougwan.  
So close did she pass to me that her dress touched me, and I 
was nigh to slaying her as she went.  In the first outer room 
she spoke to Bougwan in a whisper and, clasping her hands thus, 
she pleaded with him, but what she said I know not.  And so they 
passed on to the second outer room, she pleading and he shaking 
his head, and saying, "Nay, nay, nay".  And it seemed to me that 
he was about to call the guard, when she stopped talking and 
looked at him with great eyes, and I saw that he was bewitched 
by her beauty.  Then she stretched out her hand and he kissed 
it, whereon I gathered myself together to advance and take her, 
seeing that now had Bougwan become a woman, and no longer knew 
the good from the evil, when behold! she was gone.'

'Gone!' I ejaculated.

'Ay, gone, and there stood Bougwan staring at the wall like one 
asleep, and presently he went too, and I waited a while and came 
away also.'

'Art thou sure, Umslopogaas,' said I, 'that thou hast not been 
a dreamer this night?'

In reply he opened his left hand, and produced about three inches 
of a blade of a dagger of the finest steel.  'If I be, Macumazahn, 
behold what the dream left with me.  The knife broke upon Bougwan's 
bosom and as I passed I picked this up in the sleeping-place 
of the White Queen.'




CHAPTER XVIII
WAR!  RED WAR!



Telling Umslopogaas to wait, I tumbled into my clothes and went 
off with him to Sir Henry's room, where the Zulu repeated his 
story word for word.  It was a sight to watch Curtis' face as 
he heard it.

'Great Heavens!' he said: 'here have I been sleeping away while 
Nyleptha was nearly murdered -- and all through me, too.  What 
a fiend that Sorais must be!  It would have served her well if 
Umslopogaas had cut her down in the act.'

'Ay,' said the Zulu.  'Fear not; I should have slain her ere 
she struck.  I was but waiting the moment.

I said nothing, but I could not help thinking that many a thousand 
doomed lives would have been saved if he had meted out to Sorais 
the fate she meant for her sister.  And, as the issue proved, 
I was right.

After he had told his tale Umslopogaas went off unconcernedly 
to get his morning meal, and Sir Henry and I fell to talking.

At first he was very bitter against Good, who, he said, was no 
longer to be trusted, having designedly allowed Sorais to escape 
by some secret stair when it was his duty to have handed her 
over to justice.  Indeed, he spoke in the most unmeasured terms 
on the matter.  I let him run on awhile, reflecting to myself 
how easy we find it to be hard on the weaknesses of others, and 
how tender we are to our own.

'Really, my dear fellow,' I said at length, 'one would never 
think, to hear you talk, that you were the man who had an interview 
with this same lady yesterday, and found it rather difficult 
to resist her fascinations, notwithstanding your ties to one 
of the loveliest and most loving women in the world.  Now suppose 
it was Nyleptha who had tried to murder Sorais, and you had 
caught her, and she had pleaded with you, would you have been 
so very eager to hand her over to an open shame, and to death 
by fire?  Just look at the matter through Good's eyeglass for 
a minute before you denounce an old friend as a scoundrel.'

He listened to this jobation submissively, and then frankly 
acknowledged that he had spoken hardly.  It is one of the 
best points in Sir Henry's character that he is always ready 
to admit it when he is in the wrong.

But, though I spoke up thus for Good, I was not blind to the 
fact that, however natural his behaviour might be, it was obvious 
that he was being involved in a very awkward and disgraceful 
complication.  A foul and wicked murder had been attempted, and 
he had let the murderess escape, and thereby, among other things, 
allowed her to gain a complete ascendency over himself.  In fact, 
he was in a fair way to become her tool -- and no more dreadful 
fate can befall a man than to become the tool of an unscrupulous 
woman, or indeed of any woman.  There is but one end to it: when 
he is broken, or has served her purpose, he is thrown away -- 
turned out on the world to hunt for his lost self-respect.  Whilst 
I was pondering thus, and wondering what was to be done -- for 
the whole subject was a thorny one -- I suddenly heard a great 
clamour in the courtyard outside, and distinguished the voice 
of Umslopogaas and Alphonse, the former cursing furiously, and 
the latter yelling in terror.

Hurrying out to see what was the matter, I was met by a ludicrous 
sight.  The little Frenchman was running up the courtyard at 
an extraordinary speed, and after him sped Umslopogaas like a 
great greyhound.  Just as I came out he caught him, and, lifting 
him right off his legs, carried him some paces to a beautiful 
but very dense flowering shrub which bore a flower not unlike 
the gardenia, but was covered with short thorns.  Next, despite 
his howls and struggles, he with one mighty thrust plunged poor 
Alphonse head first into the bush, so that nothing but the calves 
of his legs and heels remained in evidence.  Then, satisfied 
with what he had done, the Zulu folded his arms and stood grimly 
contemplating the Frenchman's kicks, and listening to his yells, 
which were awful.

'What art thou doing?' I said, running up.  'Wouldst thou kill 
the man?  Pull him out of the bush!'

With a savage grunt he obeyed, seizing the wretched Alphonse 
by the ankle, and with a jerk that must have nearly dislocated 
it, tearing him out of the heart of the shrub.  Never did I see 
such a sight as he presented, his clothes half torn off his back, 
and bleeding as he was in every direction from the sharp thorns.  
There he lay and yelled and rolled, and there was no getting 
anything out of him.

At last, however, he got up and, ensconcing himself behind me, 
cursed old Umslopogaas by every saint in the calendar, vowing 
by the blood of his heroic grandfather that he would poison him, 
and 'have his revenge'.

At last I got to the truth of the matter.  It appeared that Alphonse 
habitually cooked Umslopogaas's porridge, which the latter ate 
for breakfast in the corner of the courtyard, just as he would 
have done at home in Zululand, from a gourd, and with a wooden 
spoon.  Now Umslopogaas had, like many Zulus, a great horror 
of fish, which he considered a species of water-snake; so Alphonse, 
who was as fond of playing tricks as a monkey, and who was also 
a consummate cook, determined to make him eat some.  Accordingly 
he grated up a quantity of white fish very finely, and mixed 
it with the Zulu's porridge, who swallowed it nearly all down 
in ignorance of what he was eating.  But, unfortunately for Alphonse, 
he could not restrain his joy at this sight, and came capering 
and peering round, till at last Umslopogaas, who was very clever 
in his way, suspected something, and, after a careful examination 
of the remains of his porridge, discovered 'the buffalo heifer's 
trick', and, in revenge, served him as I have said.  Indeed, 
the little man was fortunate not to get a broken neck for his 
pains; for, as one would have thought, he might have learnt from 
the episode of his display of axemanship that 'le Monsieur noir' 
was an ill person to play practical jokes upon.

This incident was unimportant enough in itself, but I narrate 
it because it led to serious consequences.  As soon as he had 
stanched the bleeding from his scratches and washed himself, 
Alphonse went off still cursing, to recover his temper, a process 
which I knew from experience would take a very long time.  When 
he had gone I gave Umslopogaas a jobation and told him that I 
was ashamed of his behaviour.

'Ah, well, Macumazahn,' he said, 'you must be gentle with me, 
for here is not my place.  I am weary of it, weary to death of 
eating and drinking, of sleeping and giving in marriage.  I love 
not this soft life in stone houses that takes the heart out of 
a man, and turns his strength to water and his flesh to fat.  
I love not the white robes and the delicate women, the blowing 
of trumpets and the flying of hawks.  When we fought the Masai 
at the kraal yonder, ah, then life was worth the living, but 
here is never a blow struck in anger, and I begin to think I 
shall go the way of my fathers and lift Inkosi-kaas no more,' 
and he held up the axe and gazed at it in sorrow.

'Ah,' I said, 'that is thy complaint, is it?  Thou hast the 
blood-sickness, hast thou?  And the Woodpecker wants a tree.  
And at thy age, too.  Shame on thee! Umslopogaas.'

'Ay, Macumazahn, mine is a red trade, yet is it better and more 
honest than some.  Better is it to slay a man in fair fight than 
to suck out his heart's blood in buying and selling and usury 
after your white fashion.  Many a man have I slain, yet is there 
never a one that I should fear to look in the face again, ay, 
many are there who once were friends, and whom I should be right 
glad to snuff with.  But there! there! thou hast thy ways, and 
I mine: each to his own people and his own place.  The high-veldt 
ox will die in the fat bush country, and so is it with me, Macumazahn.  
I am rough, I know it, and when my blood is warm I know not 
what to do, but yet wilt thou be sorry when the night swallows 
me and I am utterly lost in blackness, for in thy heart thou 
lovest me, my father, Macumazahn the fox, though I be nought 
but a broken-down Zulu war-dog -- a chief for whom there is no 
room in his own kraal, an outcast and a wanderer in strange places: 
ay, I love thee, Macumazahn, for we have grown grey together, 
and there is that between us that cannot be seen, and yet is 
too strong for breaking;' and he took his snuff-box, which was 
made of an old brass cartridge, from the slit in his ear where 
he always carried it, and handed it to me for me to help myself.

I took the pinch of snuff with some emotion.  It was quite true, 
I was much attached to the bloodthirsty old ruffian.  I do not 
know what was the charm of his character, but it had a charm; 
perhaps it was its fierce honesty and directness; perhaps one 
admired his almost superhuman skill and strength, or it may have 
been simply that he was so absolutely unique.  Frankly, with 
all my experience of savages, I never knew a man quite like him, 
he was so wise and yet such a child with it all; and though it 
seems laughable to say so, like the hero of the Yankee parody, 
he 'had a tender heart'.  Anyway, I was very fond of him, though 
I should never have thought of telling him so.

'Ay, old wolf,' I said, 'thine is a strange love.  Thou wouldst 
split me to the chin if I stood in thy path tomorrow.'

'Thou speakest truth, Macumazahn, that would I if it came in 
the way of duty, but I should love thee all the same when the 
blow had gone fairy home.  Is there any chance of some fighting 
here, Macumazahn?' he went on in an insinuating voice.  'Methought 
that what I saw last night did show that the two great Queens 
were vexed one with another.  Else had the "Lady of the Night" 
not brought that dagger with her.'

I agreed with him that it showed that more or less pique and 
irritation existed between the ladies, and told him how things 
stood, and that they were quarrelling over Incubu.

'Ah, is it so?' he exclaimed, springing up in delight; 'then 
will there be war as surely as the rivers rise in the rains -- 
war to the end.  Women love the last blow as well as the last 
word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded 
buffalo.  See thou, Macumazahn, a woman will swim through blood 
to her desire, and think nought of it.  With these eyes have 
I seen it once, and twice also.  Ah, Macumazahn, we shall see 
this fine place of houses burning yet, and hear the battle cries 
come ringing up the street.  After all, I have not wandered for 
nothing.  Can this folk fight, think ye?'

Just then Sir Henry joined us, and Good arrived, too, from another 
direction, looking very pale and hollow-eyed.  The moment Umslopogaas 
saw the latter he stopped his bloodthirsty talk and greeted him.

'Ah, Bougwan,' he cried, 'greeting to thee, Inkoos!  Thou art 
surely weary.  Didst thou hunt too much yesterday?'  Then, without 
waiting for an answer, he went on --

'Listen, Bougwan, and I will tell thee a story; it is about a 
woman, therefore wilt thou hear it, is it not so?

'There was a man and he had a brother, and there was a woman 
who loved the man's brother and was beloved of the man.  But 
the man's brother had a favourite wife and loved not the woman, 
and he made a mock of her.  Then the woman, being very cunning 
and fierce-hearted for revenge, took counsel with herself and 
said to the man, "I love thee, and if thou wilt make war upon 
thy brother I will marry thee."  And he knew it was a lie, yet 
because of his great love of the woman, who was very fair, did 
he listen to her words and made war.  And when many people had 
been killed his brother sent to him, saying, "Why slayest thou 
me?  What hurt have I done unto thee?  From my youth up have 
I not loved thee?  When thou wast little did I not nurture thee, 
and have we not gone down to war together and divided the cattle, 
girl by girl, ox by ox, and cow by cow?  Why slayest thou me, 
my brother, son of my own mother?"

'Then the man's heart was heavy, and he knew that his path was 
evil, and he put aside the tempting of the woman and ceased to 
make war on his brother, and lived at peace in the same kraal 
with him.  And after a time the woman came to him and said, "I 
have lost the past, I will be thy wife."  And in his heart he 
knew that it was a lie and that she thought the evil thing, 
yet because of his love did he take her to wife.

'And the very night that they were wed, when the man was plunged 
into a deep sleep, did the woman arise and take his axe from 
his hand and creep into the hut of his brother and slay him in 
his rest.  Then did she slink back like a gorged lioness and 
place the thong of the red axe back upon his wrist and go her ways.

'And at the dawning the people came shouting, "Lousta is slain 
in the night," and they came unto the hut of the man, and there 
he lay asleep and by him was the red axe.  Then did they remember 
the war and say, "Lo! he hath of a surety slain his brother," 
and they would have taken and killed him, but he rose and fled 
swiftly, and as he fleeted by he slew the woman.

'But death could not wipe out the evil she had done, and on him 
rested the weight of all her sin.  Therefore is he an outcast 
and his name a scorn among his own people; for on him, and him 
only, resteth the burden of her who betrayed.  And, therefore, 
does he wander afar, without a kraal and without an ox or a wife, 
and therefore will he die afar like a stricken buck and his name 
be accursed from generation to generation, in that the people 
say that he slew his brother, Lousta, by treachery in the night-time.'

The old Zulu paused, and I saw that he was deeply agitated by 
his own story.  Presently he lifted his head, which he had bowed 
to his breast, and went on:

'I was the man, Bougwan.  Ou!  I was that man, and now hark 
thou!  Even as I am so wilt thou be -- a tool, a plaything, an 
ox of burden to carry the evil deeds of another.  Listen!  When 
thou didst creep after the "Lady of the Night" I was hard upon 
thy track.  When she struck thee with the knife in the sleeping 
place of the White Queen I was there also; when thou didst 
let her slip away like a snake in the stones I saw thee, and 
I knew that she had bewitched thee and that a true man had abandoned 
the truth, and he who aforetime loved a straight path had taken 
a crooked way.  Forgive me, my father, if my words are sharp, 
but out of a full heart are they spoken.  See her no more, so 
shalt thou go down with honour to the grave.  Else because of 
the beauty of a woman that weareth as a garment of fur shalt 
thou be even as I am, and perchance with more cause.  I have 
said.'

Throughout this long and eloquent address Good had been perfectly 
silent, but when the tale began to shape itself so aptly to his 
own case, he coloured up, and when he learnt that what had passed 
between him and Sorais had been overseen he was evidently much 
distressed.  And now, when at last he spoke, it was in a tone 
of humility quite foreign to him.

'I must say,' he said, with a bitter little laugh, 'that I scarcely 
thought that I should live to be taught my duty by a Zulu; but 
it just shows what we can come to.  I wonder if you fellows can 
understand how humiliated I feel, and the bitterest part of it 
is that I deserve it all.  Of course I should have handed Sorais 
over to the guard, but I could not, and that is a fact.  I let 
her go and I promised to say nothing, more is the shame to me.  
She told me that if I would side with her she would marry me 
and make me king of this country, but thank goodness I did find 
the heart to say that even to marry her I could not desert my 
friends.  And now you can do what you like, I deserve it all.  
All I have to say is that I hope that you may never love a woman 
with all your heart and then be so sorely tempted of her,' and 
he turned to go.

'Look here, old fellow,' said Sir Henry, 'just stop a minute.  
I have a little tale to tell you too.'  And he went on to narrate 
what had taken place on the previous day between Sorais and himself.

This was a finishing stroke to poor Good.  It is not pleasant 
to any man to learn that he has been made a tool of, but when 
the circumstances are as peculiarly atrocious as in the present 
case, it is about as bitter a pill as anybody can be called on 
to swallow.

'Do you know,' he said, 'I think that between you, you fellows 
have about worked a cure,' and he turned and walked away, and 
I for one felt very sorry for him.  Ah, if the moths would always 
carefully avoid the candle, how few burnt wings there would be!

That day was a Court day, when the Queens sat in the great hall 
and received petitions, discussed laws, money grants, and so 
forth, and thither we adjourned shortly afterwards.  On our way 
we were joined by Good, who was looking exceedingly depressed.

When we got into the hall Nyleptha was already on her throne 
and proceeding with business as usual, surrounded by councillors, 
courtiers, lawyers, priests, and an unusually strong guard.  
It was, however, easy to see from the air of excitement and expectation 
on the faces of everybody present that nobody was paying much 
attention to ordinary affairs, the fact being that the knowledge 
that civil war was imminent had now got abroad.  We saluted Nyleptha 
and took our accustomed places, and for a little while things 
went on as usual, when suddenly the trumpets began to call outside 
the palace, and from the great crowd that was gathered there 
in anticipation of some unusual event there rose a roar of 'Sorais! 
 Sorais!'

Then came the roll of many chariot wheels, and presently the 
great curtains at the end of the hall were drawn wide and through 
them entered the 'Lady of the Night' herself.  Nor did she come 
alone.  Preceding her was Agon, the High Priest, arrayed in his 
most gorgeous vestments, and on either side were other priests.  
The reason for their presence was obvious -- coming with them 
it would have been sacrilege to attempt to detain her.  Behind 
her were a number of the great lords, and behind them a small 
body of picked guards.  A glance at Sorais herself was enough 
to show that her mission was of no peaceful kind, for in place 
of her gold embroidered 'kaf' she wore a shining tunic formed 
of golden scales, and on her head a little golden helmet.  In 
her hand, too, she bore a toy spear, beautifully made and fashioned 
of solid silver.  Up the hall she came, looking like a lioness 
in her conscious pride and beauty, and as she came the spectators 
fell back bowing and made a path for her.  By the sacred stone 
she halted, and laying her hand on it, she cried out with a loud 
voice to Nyleptha on the throne, 'Hail, oh Queen!'

'All hail, my royal sister!' answered Nyleptha.  'Draw thou near.  
Fear not, I give thee safe conduct.'

Sorais answered with a haughty look, and swept on up the hall 
till she stood right before the thrones.

'A boon, oh Queen!' she cried again.

'Speak on, my sister; what is there that I can give thee who 
hath half our kingdom?'

'Thou canst tell me a true word -- me and the people of Zu-Vendis.  
Art thou, or art thou not, about to take this foreign wolf,' 
and she pointed to Sir Henry with her toy spear, 'to be a husband 
to thee, and share thy bed and throne?'

Curtis winced at this, and turning towards Sorais, said to her 
in a low voice, 'Methinks that yesterday thou hadst other names 
than wolf to call me by, oh Queen!' and I saw her bite her lips 
as, like a danger flag, the blood flamed red upon her face.  
As for Nyleptha, who is nothing if not original, she, seeing 
that the thing was out, and that there was nothing further to 
be gained by concealment, answered the question in a novel and 
effectual manner, inspired thereto, as I firmly believe, by coquetry 
and a desire to triumph over her rival.

Up she rose and, descending from the throne, swept in all the 
glory of her royal grace on to where her lover stood.  There 
she stopped and untwined the golden snake that was wound around 
her arm.  Then she bade him kneel, and he dropped on one knee 
on the marble before her, and next, taking the golden snake with 
both her hands, she bent the pure soft metal round his neck, 
and when it was fast, deliberately kissed him on the brow and 
called him her 'dear lord'.

'Thou seest,' she said, when the excited murmur of the spectators 
had died away, addressing her sister as Sir Henry rose to his 
feet, 'I have put my collar round the "wolf's" neck, and behold! 
he shall be my watchdog, and that is my answer to thee, Queen 
Sorais, my sister, and to those with thee.  Fear not,' she went 
on, smiling sweetly on her lover, and pointing to the golden 
snake she had twined round his massive throat, 'if my yoke be 
heavy, yet is it of pure gold, and it shall not gall thee.'

Then, turning to the audience, she continued in a clear proud 
tone, 'Ay, Lady of the Night, Lords, Priests, and People here 
gathered together, by this sign do I take the foreigner to husband, 
even here in the face of you all.  What, am I a Queen, and yet 
not free to choose the man whom I will love?  Then should I be 
lower than the meanest girl in all my provinces.  Nay, he hath 
won my heart, and with it goes my hand, and throne, and all I 
have -- ay, had he been a beggar instead of a great lord fairer 
and stronger than any here, and having more wisdom and knowledge 
of strange things, I had given him all, how much more so being 
what he is!'  And she took his hand and gazed proudly on him, 
and holding it, stood there boldly facing the people.  And such 
was her sweetness and the power and dignity of her person, and 
so beautiful she looked standing hand in hand there at her lover's 
side, so sure of him and of herself, and so ready to risk all 
things and endure all things for him, that most of those who 
saw the sight, which I am sure no one of them will ever forget, 
caught the fire from her eyes and the happy colour from her blushing 
face, and cheered her like wild things.  It was a bold stroke 
for her to make, and it appealed to the imagination; but human 
nature in Zu-Vendis, as elsewhere, loves that which is bold and 
not afraid to break a rule, and is moreover peculiarly susceptible 
to appeals to its poetical side.

And so the people cheered till the roof rang; but Sorais of the 
Night stood there with downcast eyes, for she could not bear 
to see her sister's triumph, which robbed her of the man whom 
she had hoped to win, and in the awfulness of her jealous anger 
she trembled and turned white like an aspen in the wind.  I think 
I have said somewhere of her that she reminded me of the sea 
on a calm day, having the same aspect of sleeping power about 
her.  Well, it was all awake now, and like the face of the furious 
ocean it awed and yet fascinated me.  A really handsome woman 
in a royal rage is always a beautiful sight, but such beauty 
and such a rage I never saw combined before, and I can only say 
that the effect produced was well worthy of the two.

She lifted her white face, the teeth set, and there were purple 
rings beneath her glowing eyes.  Thrice she tried to speak and 
thrice she failed, but at last her voice came.  Raising her silver 
spear, she shook it, and the light gleamed from it and from the 
golden scales of her cuirass.

'And thinkest thou, Nyleptha,' she said in notes which pealed 
through the great hall like a clarion, 'thinkest thou that I, 
Sorais, a Queen of the Zu-Vendi, will brook that this base outlander 
shall sit upon my father's throne and rear up half-breeds to 
fill the place of the great House of the Stairway?  Never! never! 
while there is life in my bosom and a man to follow me and a 
spear to strike with.  Who is on my side?  Who?

'Now hand thou over this foreign wolf and those who came hither 
to prey with him to the doom of fire, for have they not committed 
the deadly sin against the sun? or, Nyleptha, I give thee War 
-- red War!  Ay, I say to thee that the path of thy passion shall 
be marked out by the blazing of thy towns and watered with the 
blood of those who cleave to thee.  On thy head rest the burden 
of the deed, and in thy ears ring the groans of the dying and 
the cries of the widows and those who are left fatherless for 
ever and for ever.

'I tell thee I will tear thee, Nyleptha, the White Queen, from 
thy throne, and that thou shalt be hurled -- ay, hurled even 
from the topmost stair of the great way to the foot thereof, 
in that thou hast covered the name of the House of him who built 
it with black shame.  And I tell ye strangers -- all save Bougwan, 
whom because thou didst do me a service I will save alive if 
thou wilt leave these men and follow me' (here poor Good shook 
his head vigorously and ejaculated 'Can't be done' in English) 
-- 'that I will wrap you in sheets of gold and hang you yet alive 
in chains from the four golden trumpets of the four angels that 
fly east and west and north and south from the giddiest pinnacles 
of the Temple, so that ye may be a token and a warning to the 
land.  And as for thee, Incubu, thou shalt die in yet another 
fashion that I will not tell thee now.'

She ceased, panting for breath, for her passion shook her like 
a storm, and a murmur, partly of horror and partly of admiration, 
ran through the hall.  Then Nyleptha answered calmly and with 
dignity:

'Ill would it become my place and dignity, oh sister, so to speak 
as thou hast spoken and so to threat as thou hast threatened.  
Yet if thou wilt make war, then will I strive to bear up against 
thee, for if my hand seem soft, yet shalt thou find it of iron 
when it grips thine armies by the throat.  Sorais, I fear thee 
not.  I weep for that which thou wilt bring upon our people and 
on thyself, but for myself I say -- I fear thee not.  Yet thou, 
who but yesterday didst strive to win my lover and my lord from 
me, whom today thou dost call a "foreign wolf", to be thy lover 
and thy lord' (here there was an immense sensation in the hall), 
'thou who but last night, as I have learnt but since thou didst 
enter here, didst creep like a snake into my sleeping-place -- 
ay, even by a secret way, and wouldst have foully murdered me, 
thy sister, as I lay asleep --'

'It is false, it is false!' rang out Agon's and a score of other voices.

'It is not false,' said I, producing the broken point of the 
dagger and holding it up.  'Where is the haft from which 
this flew, oh Sorais?'

'It is not false,' cried Good, determined at last to act like 
a loyal man.  'I took the Lady of the Night by the White Queen's 
bed, and on my breast the dagger broke.'

'Who is on my side?' cried Sorais, shaking her silver spear, 
for she saw that public sympathy was turning against her.  'What, 
Bougwan, thou comest not?' she said, addressing Good, who was 
standing close to her, in a low, concentrated voice.  'Thou pale-souled 
fool, for a reward thou shalt eat out thy heart with love of 
me and not be satisfied, and thou mightest have been my husband 
and a king!  At least I hold thee in chains that cannot be 
broken.

'War!  War!  War!' she cried.  'Here, with my hand upon the 
sacred stone that shall endure, so runs the prophecy, till the 
Zu-Vendi set their necks beneath an alien yoke, I declare war 
to the end.  Who follows Sorais of the Night to victory and honour?'

Instantly the whole concourse began to break up in indescribable 
confusion.  Many present hastened to throw in their lot with 
the 'Lady of the Night', but some came from her following to 
us.  Amongst the former was an under officer of Nyleptha's own 
guard, who suddenly turned and made a run for the doorway through 
which Sorais' people were already passing.  Umslopogaas, who 
was present and had taken the whole scene in, seeing with admirable 
presence of mind that if this soldier got away others would follow 
his example, seized the man, who drew his sword and struck at 
him.  Thereon the Zulu sprang back with a wild shout, and, avoiding 
the sword cuts, began to peck at his foe with his terrible axe, 
till in a few seconds the man's fate overtook him and he fell 
with a clash heavily and quite dead upon the marble floor.

This was the first blood spilt in the war.

'Shut the gates,' I shouted, thinking that we might perhaps catch 
Sorais so, and not being troubled with the idea of committing 
sacrilege.  But the order came too late, her guards were already 
passing through them, and in another minute the streets echoed 
with the furious galloping of horses and the rolling of her chariots.

So, drawing half the people after her, Sorais was soon passing 
like a whirlwind through the Frowning City on her road to her 
headquarters at M'Arstuna, a fortress situated a hundred and 
thirty miles to the north of Milosis.

And after that the city was alive with the endless tramp of regiments 
and preparations for the gathering war, and old Umslopogaas once 
more began to sit in the sunshine and go through a show of sharpening 
Inkosi-kaas's razor edge.




CHAPTER XIX
A STRANGE WEDDING



One person, however, did not succeed in getting out in time before 
the gates were shut, and that was the High Priest Agon, who, 
as we had every reason to believe, was Sorais' great ally, and 
the heart and soul of her party.  This cunning and ferocious 
old man had not forgiven us for those hippopotami, or rather 
that was what he said.  What he meant was that he would never 
brook the introduction of our wider ways of thought and foreign 
learning and influence while there was a possibility of stamping 
us out.  Also he knew that we possessed a different system of 
religion, and no doubt was in daily terror of our attempting 
to introduce it into Zu-Vendis.  One day he asked me if we had 
any religion in our country, and I told him that so far as I 
could remember we had ninety-five different ones.  You might 
have knocked him down with a feather, and really it is difficult 
not to pity a high priest of a well-established cult who is haunted 
by the possible approach of one or all of ninety-five new religions.

When we knew that Agon was caught, Nyleptha, Sir Henry, and I 
discussed what was to be done with him.  I was for closely incarcerating 
him, but Nyleptha shook her head, saying that it would produce 
a disastrous effect throughout the country.  'Ah!' she added, 
with a stamp of her foot, 'if I win and am once really Queen, 
I will break the power of those priests, with their rites and 
revels and dark secret ways.'  I only wished that old Agon could 
have heard her, it would have frightened him.

'Well,' said Sir Henry, 'if we are not to imprison him, I suppose 
that we may as well let him go.  He is of no use here.'

Nyleptha looked at him in a curious sort of way, and said in 
a dry little voice, 'Thinkest thou so, my lord?'

'Eh?' said Curtis.  'No, I do not see what is the use of keeping him.'

She said nothing, but continued looking at him in a way that 
was as shy as it was sweet.

Then at last he understood.

'Forgive me, Nyleptha,' he said, rather tremulously.  'Dost thou 
mean that thou wilt marry me, even now?'

'Nay, I know not; let my lord say,' was her rapid answer; 'but 
if my lord wills, the priest is there and the altar is there' 
-- pointing to the entrance to a private chapel -- 'and am I 
not ready to do the will of my lord?  Listen, oh my lord!  In 
eight days or less thou must leave me and go down to war, for 
thou shalt lead my armies, and in war -- men sometimes fall, 
and so I would for a little space have had thee all my own, if 
only for memory's sake;' and the tears overflowed her lovely 
eyes and rolled down her face like heavy drops of dew down the 
red heart of a rose.

'Mayhap, too,' she went on, 'I shall lose my crown, and with 
my crown my life and thine also.  Sorais is very strong and very 
bitter, and if she prevails she will not spare.  Who can read 
the future?  Happiness is the world's White Bird, that alights 
seldom, and flies fast and far till one day he is lost in the 
clouds.  Therefore should we hold him fast if by any chance he 
rests for a little space upon our hand.  It is not wise to neglect 
the present for the future, for who knows what the future will 
be, Incubu?  Let us pluck our flowers while the dew is on them, 
for when the sun is up they wither and on the morrow will others 
bloom that we shall never see.'  And she lifted her sweet face 
to him and smiled into his eyes, and once more I felt a curious 
pang of jealousy and turned and went away.  They never took much 
notice of whether I was there or not, thinking, I suppose, that 
I was an old fool, and that it did not matter one way or the 
other, and really I believe that they were right.

So I went back to our quarters and ruminated over things in general, 
and watched old Umslopogaas whetting his axe outside the window 
as a vulture whets his beak beside a dying ox.

And in about an hour's time Sir Henry came tearing over, looking 
very radiant and wildly excited, and found Good and myself and 
even Umslopogaas, and asked us if we should like to assist at 
a real wedding.  Of course we said yes, and off we went to the 
chapel, where we found Agon looking as sulky as any High Priest 
possibly could, and no wonder.  It appeared that he and Nyleptha 
had a slight difference of opinion about the coming ceremony.  
He had flatly refused to celebrate it, or to allow any of his 
priests to do so, whereupon Nyleptha became very angry and told 
him that she, as Queen, was head of the Church, and meant to 
be obeyed.  Indeed, she played the part of a Zu-Vendi Henry the 
Eighth to perfection, and insisted that, if she wanted to be 
married, she would be married, and that he should marry her. 
{Endnote 18}

He still refused to go through the ceremony, so she clinched 
her argument thus --

'Well, I cannot execute a High Priest, because there is an absurd 
prejudice against it, and I cannot imprison him because all his 
subordinates would raise a crying that would bring the stars 
down on Zu-Vendis and crush it; but I can leave him to contemplate 
the altar of the Sun without anything to eat, because that is 
his natural vocation, and if thou wilt not marry me, O Agon! 
thou shalt be placed before the altar yonder with nought but 
a little water till such time as thou hast reconsidered the matter.'

Now, as it happened, Agon had been hurried away that morning 
without his breakfast, and was already exceedingly hungry, so 
he presently modified his views and consented to marry them, 
saying at the same time that he washed his hands of all responsibility 
in the matter.

So it chanced that presently, attended only by two of her favourite 
maidens, came the Queen Nyleptha, with happy blushing face and 
downcast eyes, dressed in pure white, without embroidery of any 
sort, as seems to be the fashion on these occasions in most countries 
of the world.  She did not wear a single ornament, even her gold 
circlets were removed, and I thought that if possible she looked 
more lovely than ever without them, as really superbly beautiful 
women do.

She came, curtseyed low to Sir Henry, and then took his hand 
and led him up before the altar, and after a little pause, in 
a slow, clear voice uttered the following words, which are customary 
in Zu-Vendis if the bride desires and the man consents: --

'Thou dost swear by the Sun that thou wilt take no other woman 
to wife unless I lay my hand upon her and bid her come?'

'I swear it,' answered Sir Henry; adding in English, 'One is 
quite enough for me.'

Then Agon, who had been sulking in a corner near the altar, came 
forward and gabbled off something into his beard at such a rate 
that I could not follow it, but it appeared to be an invocation 
to the Sun to bless the union and make it fruitful.  I observed 
that Nyleptha listened very closely to every word, and afterwards 
discovered that she was afraid lest Agon should play her a trick, 
and by going through the invocations backwards divorce them instead 
of marry them.  At the end of the invocations they were asked, 
as in our service, if they took each other for husband and wife, 
and on their assenting they kissed each other before the altar, 
and the service was over, so far as their rites were concerned.  
But it seemed to me that there was yet something wanting, and 
so I produced a Prayer-Book, which has, together which the 'Ingoldsby 
Legends', that I often read when I lie awake at night, accompanied 
me in all my later wanderings.  I gave it to my poor boy Harry 
years ago, and after his death I found it among his things and 
took it back again.

'Curtis,' I said, 'I am not a clergyman, and I do not know if 
what I am going to propose is allowable -- I know it is not legal 
-- but if you and the Queen have no objection I should like to read 
the English marriage service over you.  It is a solemn step which 
you are taking, and I think that you ought, so far as circumstances 
will allow, to give it the sanction of your own religion.'

'I have thought of that,' he said, 'and I wish you would.  
I do not feel half married yet.'

Nyleptha raised no objection, fully understanding that her husband 
wished to celebrate the marriage according to the rites prevailing 
in his own country, and so I set to work and read the service, 
from 'Dearly beloved' to 'amazement', as well as I could; and 
when I came to 'I, Henry, take thee, Nyleptha,' I translated, 
and also 'I, Nyleptha, take thee, Henry,' which she repeated 
after me very well.  Then Sir Henry took a plain gold ring from 
his little finger and placed it on hers, and so on to the end.  
The ring had been Curtis' mother's wedding-ring, and I could 
not help thinking how astonished the dear old Yorkshire lady 
would have been if she could have foreseen that her wedding-ring 
was to serve a similar purpose for Nyleptha, a Queen of the Zu-Vendi.

As for Agon, he was with difficulty kept calm while this second 
ceremony was going on, for he at once understood that it was 
religious in its nature, and doubtless bethought him of the ninety-five 
new faiths which loomed so ominously in his eyes.  Indeed, he 
at once set me down as a rival High Priest, and hated me accordingly.  
However, in the end off he went, positively bristling with indignation, 
and I knew that we might look out for danger from his direction.

And off went Good and I, and old Umslopogaas also, leaving the 
happy pair to themselves, and very low we all felt.  Marriages 
are supposed to be cheerful things, but my experience is that 
they are very much the reverse to everybody, except perhaps the 
two people chiefly interested.  They mean the breaking-up of 
so many old ties as well as the undertaking of so many new ones, 
and there is always something sad about the passing away of the 
old order.  Now to take this case for instance: Sir Henry Curtis 
is the best and kindest fellow and friend in the world, but he 
has never been quite the same since that little scene in the 
chapel.  It is always Nyleptha this and Nyleptha that -- Nyleptha, 
in short, from morning till night in one way or another, either 
expressed or understood.  And as for the old friends -- well, 
of course they have taken the place that old friends ought to 
take, and which ladies are as a rule very careful to see they 
do take when a man marries, and that is, the second place.  Yes, 
he would be angry if anybody said so, but it is a fact for all 
that.  He is not quite the same, and Nyleptha is very sweet and 
very charming, but I think that she likes him to understand that 
she has married Him, and not Quatermain, Good, and Co.  But 
there! what is the use of grumbling?  It is all very right and 
proper, as any married lady would have no difficulty in explaining, 
and I am a selfish, jealous old man, though I hope I never show 
it.

So Good and I went and ate in silence and then indulged in an 
extra fine flagon of old Zu-Vendian to keep our spirits up, and 
presently one of our attendants came and told a story that gave 
us something to think about.

It may, perhaps, be remembered that, after his quarrel with 
Umslopogaas, Alphonse had gone off in an exceedingly ill temper 
to sulk over his scratches.  Well, it appears that he walked 
right past the Temple to the Sun, down the wide road on the further 
side of the slope it crowns, and thence on into the beautiful 
park, or pleasure gardens, which are laid out just beyond the 
outer wall.  After wandering about there for a little he started 
to return, but was met near the outer gate by Sorais' train of 
chariots, which were galloping furiously along the great northern 
road.  When she caught sight of Alphonse, Sorais halted her train 
and called to him.  On approaching he was instantly seized and 
dragged into one of the chariots and carried off, 'crying out 
loudly', as our informant said, and as from my general knowledge 
of him I can well believe.

At first I was much puzzled to know what object Sorais could 
have had in carrying off the poor little Frenchman.  She could 
hardly stoop so low as to try to wreak her fury on one whom she 
knew was only a servant.  At last, however, an idea occurred 
to me.  We three were, as I think I have said, much revered by 
the people of Zu-Vendis at large, both because we were the first 
strangers they had ever seen, and because we were supposed to 
be the possessors of almost supernatural wisdom.  Indeed, though 
Sorais' cry against the 'foreign wolves' -- or, to translate 
it more accurately, 'foreign hyenas' -- was sure to go down very 
well with the nobles and the priests, it was not as we learnt, 
likely to be particularly effectual amongst the bulk of the population.  
The Zu-Vendi people, like the Athenians of old, are ever seeking 
for some new thing, and just because we were so new our presence 
was on the whole acceptable to them.  Again, Sir Henry's magnificent 
personal appearance made a deep impression upon a race who possess 
a greater love of beauty than any other I have ever been acquainted 
with.  Beauty may be prized in other countries, but in Zu-Vendis 
it is almost worshipped, as indeed the national love of statuary 
shows.  The people said openly in the market-places that there 
was not a man in the country to touch Curtis in personal appearance, 
as with the exception of Sorais there was no woman who could 
compete with Nyleptha, and that therefore it was meet that they 
should marry; and that he had been sent by the Sun as a husband 
for their Queen.  Now, from all this it will be seen that the 
outcry against us was to a considerable extent fictitious, and 
nobody knew it better than Sorais herself.  Consequently it struck 
me that it might have occurred to her that down in the country 
and among the country people, it would be better to place the 
reason of her conflict with her sister upon other and more general 
grounds than Nyleptha's marriage with the stranger.  It would 
be easy in a land where there had been so many civil wars to 
rake out some old cry that would stir up the recollection of 
buried feuds, and, indeed, she soon found an effectual one.  
This being so, it was of great importance to her to have one 
of the strangers with her whom she could show to the common people 
as a great Outlander, who had been so struck by the justice of 
her cause that he had elected to leave his companions and follow 
her standard.

This, no doubt, was the cause of her anxiety to get a hold of 
Good, whom she would have used till he ceased to be of service 
and then cast off.  But Good having drawn back she grasped at 
the opportunity of securing Alphonse, who was not unlike him 
in personal appearance though smaller, no doubt with the object 
of showing him off in the cities and country as the great Bougwan 
himself.  I told Good that I thought that that was her plan, 
and his face was a sight to see -- he was so horrified at the 
idea.

'What,' he said, 'dress up that little wretch to represent me?  
Why, I shall have to get out of the country!  My reputation 
will be ruined for ever.'

I consoled him as well as I could, but it is not pleasant to 
be personated all over a strange country by an arrant little 
coward, and I can quite sympathize with his vexation.

Well, that night Good and I messed as I have said in solitary 
grandeur, feeling very much as though we had just returned from 
burying a friend instead of marrying one, and next morning the 
work began in good earnest.  The messages and orders which had 
been despatched by Nyleptha two days before now began to take 
effect, and multitudes of armed men came pouring into the city.  
We saw, as may be imagined, but very little of Nyleptha and 
not too much of Curtis during those next few days, but Good and 
I sat daily with the council of generals and loyal lords, drawing 
up plans of action, arranging commissariat matters, the distribution 
of commands, and a hundred and one other things.  Men came in 
freely, and all the day long the great roads leading to Milosis 
were spotted with the banners of lords arriving from their distant 
places to rally round Nyleptha.

After the first few days it became clear that we should be able 
to take the field with about forty thousand infantry and twenty 
thousand cavalry, a very respectable force considering how short 
was the time we had to collect it, and that about half the regular 
army had elected to follow Sorais.

But if our force was large, Sorais' was, according to the reports 
brought in day by day by our spies, much larger.  She had taken 
up her headquarters at a very strong town called M'Arstuna, situated, 
as I have said, to the north of Milosis, and all the countryside 
was flocking to her standard.  Nasta had poured down from his 
highlands and was on his way to join her with no less than twenty-five 
thousand of his mountaineers, the most terrible soldiers to face 
in all Zu-Vendis.  Another mighty lord, named Belusha, who lived 
in the great horse-breeding district, had come in with twelve 
thousand cavalry, and so on.  Indeed, what between one thing 
and another, it seemed certain that she would gather a fully 
armed host of nearly one hundred thousand men.

And then came news that Sorais was proposing to break up her 
camp and march on the Frowning City itself, desolating the country 
as she came.  Thereon arose the question whether it would be 
best to meet her at Milosis or to go out and give her battle.  
When our opinion was asked upon the subject, Good and I unhesitatingly 
gave it in favour of an advance.  If we were to shut ourselves 
up in the city and wait to be attacked, it seemed to us that 
our inaction would be set down to fear.  It is so important, 
especially on an occasion of this sort, when a very little will 
suffice to turn men's opinions one way or the other, to be up 
and doing something.  Ardour for a cause will soon evaporate 
if the cause does not move but sits down to conquer.  Therefore 
we cast our vote for moving out and giving battle in the open, 
instead of waiting till we were drawn from our walls like a badger 
from a hole.

Sir Henry's opinion coincided with ours, and so, needless to 
say, did that of Nyleptha, who, like a flint, was always ready 
to flash out fire.  A great map of the country was brought and 
spread out before her.  About thirty miles this side of M'Arstuna, 
where Sorais lay, and ninety odd miles from Milosis, the road 
ran over a neck of land some two and a half miles in width, and 
flanked on either side by forest-clad hills which, without being 
lofty, would, if the road were blocked, be quite impracticable 
for a great baggage-laden army to cross.  She looked earnestly 
at the map, and then, with a quickness of perception that in 
some women amounts almost to an instinct, she laid her finger 
upon this neck of rising ground, and turning to her husband, 
said, with a proud air of confidence and a toss of the golden 
head --

'Here shalt thou meet Sorais' armies.  I know the spot, here 
shalt thou meet them, and drive them before thee like dust before 
the storm.'

But Curtis looked grave and said nothing.




CHAPTER XX
THE BATTLE OF THE PASS



It was on the third morning after this incident of the map that 
Sir Henry and I started.  With the exception of a small guard, 
all the great host had moved on the night before, leaving the 
Frowning City very silent and empty.  Indeed, it was found impossible 
to leave any garrison with the exception of a personal guard 
for Nyleptha, and about a thousand men who from sickness or one 
cause or another were unable to proceed with the army; but as 
Milosis was practically impregnable, and as our enemy was in 
front of and not behind us, this did not so much matter.

Good and Umslopogaas had gone on with the army, but Nyleptha 
accompanied Sir Henry and myself to the city gates, riding a 
magnificent white horse called Daylight, which was supposed to 
be the fleetest and most enduring animal in Zu-Vendis.  Her face 
bore traces of recent weeping, but there were no tears in her 
eyes now, indeed she was bearing up bravely against what must 
have been a bitter trail to her.  At the gate she reined in her 
horse and bade us farewell.  On the previous day she had reviewed 
and addressed the officers of the great army, speaking to them 
such high, eloquent words, and expressing so complete a confidence 
in their valour and in their ultimate victory, that she quite 
carried their hearts away, and as she rode from rank to rank 
they cheered her till the ground shook.  And now today the same 
mood seemed to be on her.

'Fare thee well, Macumazahn!' she said.  'Remember, I trust to 
thy wits, which are as a needle to a spear-handle compared to 
those of my people, to save us from Sorais.  I know that thou 
wilt do thy duty.'

I bowed and explained to her my horror of fighting, and my fear 
lest I should lose my head, at which she laughed gently and turned 
to Curtis.

'Fare thee well, my lord!' she said.  'Come back with victory, 
and as a king, or on thy soldiers' spears.' {Endnote 19}

Sir Henry said nothing, but turned his horse to go; perhaps he 
had a bit of a lump in his throat.  One gets over it afterwards, 
but these sort of partings are trying when one has only been 
married a week.

'Here,' added Nyleptha, 'will I greet thee when ye return in 
triumph.  And now, my lords, once more, farewell!'

Then we rode on, but when we had gone a hundred and fifty yards 
or so, we turned and perceived her still sitting on her horse 
at the same spot, and looking out after us beneath her hand, 
and that was the last we saw of her.  About a mile farther on, 
however, we heard galloping behind us, and looking round, saw 
a mounted soldier coming towards us, leading Nyleptha's matchless 
steed -- Daylight.

'The Queen sends the white stallion as a farewell gift to her 
Lord Incubu, and bids me tell my lord that he is the fleetest 
and most enduring horse in all the land,' said the soldier, bending 
to his saddle-bow before us.

At first Sir Henry did not want to take the horse, saying that 
he was too good for such rough work, but I persuaded him to do 
so, thinking that Nyleptha would be hurt if he did not.  Little 
did I guess at the time what service that noble horse would render 
in our sorest need.  It is curious to look back and realize upon 
what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great 
events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its 
hinges.

Well, we took the horse, and a beauty he was, it was a perfect 
pleasure to see him move, and Curtis having sent back his greetings 
and thanks, we proceeded on our journey.

By midday we overtook the rear-guard of the great army of which 
Sir Henry then formally took over the command.  It was a heavy 
responsibility, and it oppressed him very much, but the Queen's 
injunctions on the point were such as did not admit of being 
trifled with.  He was beginning to find out that greatness has 
its responsibilities as well as its glories.

Then we marched on without meeting with any opposition, almost 
indeed without seeing anybody, for the populations of the towns 
and villages along our route had for the most part fled, fearing 
lest they should be caught between the two rival armies and ground 
to powder like grain between the upper and the nether stones.

On the evening of the fourth day, for the progress of so great 
a multitude was necessarily slow, we camped two miles this side 
of the neck or ridge I have spoken of, and our outposts brought 
us word that Sorais with all her power was rolling down upon 
us, and had pitched her camp that night ten miles the farther 
side of the neck.

Accordingly before dawn we sent forward fifteen hundred cavalry 
to seize the position.  Scarcely had they occupied it, however, 
before they were attacked by about as many of Sorais' horsemen, 
and a very smart little cavalry fight ensued, with a loss to 
us of about thirty men killed.  On the advance of our supports, 
however, Sorais' force drew off, carrying their dead and wounded 
with them.

The main body of the army reached the neck about dinner-time, 
and I must say that Nyleptha's judgment had not failed her, it 
was an admirable place to give battle in, especially to a superior 
force.

The road ran down a mile or more, through ground too broken to 
admit of the handling of any considerable force, till it reached 
the crest of a great green wave of land, that rolled down a gentle 
slope to the banks of a little stream, and then rolled away again 
up a still gentler slope to the plain beyond, the distance from 
the crest of the land-wave down to the stream being a little 
over half a mile, and from the stream up to the plain beyond 
a trifle less.  The length of this wave of land at its highest 
point, which corresponded exactly with the width of the neck 
of the land between the wooded hills, was about two miles and 
a quarter, and it was protected on either side by dense, rocky, 
bush-clad ground, that afforded a most valuable cover to the 
flanks of the army and rendered it almost impossible for them 
to be turned.

It was on the hither slope of this neck of land that Curtis encamped 
his army in the same formation that he had, after consultation 
with the various generals, Good, and myself, determined that 
they should occupy in the great pitched battle which now appeared 
to be imminent.

Our force of sixty thousand men was, roughly speaking, divided 
as follows.  In the centre was a dense body of twenty thousand 
foot-soldiers, armed with spears, swords, and hippopotamus-hide 
shields, breast and back plates. {Endnote 20}  These formed the 
chest of the army, and were supported by five thousand foot, 
and three thousand horse in reserve.  On either side of this 
chest were stationed seven thousand horse arranged in deep, majestic 
squadrons; and beyond and on either side but slightly in front 
of them again were two bodies, each numbering about seven thousand 
five hundred spearmen, forming the right and left wings of the 
army, and each supported by a contingent of some fifteen hundred 
cavalry.  This makes in all sixty thousand men.

Curtis commanded in chief, I was in command of the seven thousand 
horse between the chest and right wing, which was commanded by 
Good, and the other battalions and squadrons were entrusted to 
Zu-Vendis generals.

Scarcely had we taken up our positions before Sorais' vast army 
began to swarm on the opposite slope about a mile in front of 
us, till the whole place seemed alive with the multitude of her 
spearpoints, and the ground shook with the tramp of her battalions.  
It was evident that the spies had not exaggerated; we were outnumbered 
by at least a third.  At first we expected that Sorais was going 
to attack us at once, as the clouds of cavalry which hung upon 
her flanks executed some threatening demonstrations, but she 
thought better of it, and there was no fight that day.  As for 
the formation of her great forces I cannot now describe it with 
accuracy, and it would only serve to bewilder if I did, but I 
may say, generally, that in its leading features it resembled 
our own, only her reserve was much greater.

Opposite our right wing, and forming Sorais' left wing, was a 
great army of dark, wild-looking men, armed with sword and shield 
only, which, I was informed, was composed of Nasta's twenty-five 
thousand savage hillsmen.

'My word, Good,' said I, when I saw them, 'you will catch it 
tomorrow when those gentlemen charge!' whereat Good not unnaturally 
looked rather anxious.

All day we watched and waited, but nothing happened, and at last 
night fell, and a thousand watch-fires twinkled brightly on the 
slopes, to wane and die one by one like the stars they resembled.  
As the hours wore on, the silence gradually gathered more deeply 
over the opposing hosts.

It was a very wearying night, for in addition to the endless 
things that had to be attended to, there was our gnawing suspense 
to reckon with.  The fray which tomorrow would witness would 
be so vast, and the slaughter so awful, that stout indeed must 
the heart have been that was not overwhelmed at the prospect.  
And when I thought of all that hung upon it, I own I felt ill, 
and it made me very sad to reflect that these mighty forces were 
gathered for destruction, simply to gratify the jealous anger 
of a woman.  This was the hidden power which was to send those 
dense masses of cavalry, flashing like human thunderbolts across 
the plain, and to roll together the fierce battalions as clouds 
when hurricane meets hurricane.  It was a dreadful thought, and 
set one wondering about the responsibilities of the great ones 
of the earth.  Deep into the night we sat, with pale faces and 
heavy hearts, and took counsel, whilst the sentries tramped up 
and down, down and up, and the armed and plumed generals came 
and went, grim and shadow-like.

And so the time wore away, till everything was ready for the 
coming slaughter; and I lay down and thought, and tried to get 
a little rest, but could not sleep for fear of the morrow -- 
for who could say what the morrow would bring forth?  Misery 
and death, this was certain; beyond that we knew not, and I confess 
I was very much afraid.  But as I realized then, it is useless 
to question that eternal Sphinx, the future.  From day to day 
she reads aloud the riddles of the yesterday, of which the puzzled 
wordlings of all ages have not answered one, nor ever will, guess 
they never so wildly or cry they never so loud.

And so at length I gave up wondering, being forced humbly to 
leave the issue in the balancing hands of Providence and the 
morrow.

And at last up came the red sun, and the huge camps awoke with 
a clash, and a roar, and gathered themselves together for battle.  
It was a beautiful and awe-inspiring scene, and old Umslopogaas, 
leaning on his axe, contemplated it with grim delight.

'Never have I seen the like, Macumazahn, never,' he said.  'The 
battles of my people are as the play of children to what this 
will be.  Thinkest thou that they will fight it out?'

'Ay,' I answered sadly, 'to the death.  Content thyself, "Woodpecker", 
for once shalt thou peck thy fill.'

Time went on, and still there was no sign of an attack.  A force 
of cavalry crossed the brook, indeed, and rode slowly along our 
front, evidently taking stock of our position and numbers.  With 
this we did not attempt to interfere, as our decision was to 
stand strictly on the defensive, and not to waste a single man.  
The men breakfasted and stood to their arms, and the hours wore 
on.  About midday, when the men were eating their dinner, for 
we thought they would fight better on full stomachs, a shout 
of 'Sorais, Sorais' arose like thunder from the enemy's extreme 
right, and taking the glass, I was able to clearly distinguish 
the 'Lady of the Night' herself, surrounded by a glittering staff, 
and riding slowly down the lines of her battalions.  And as she 
went, that mighty, thundering shout rolled along before her like 
the rolling of ten thousand chariots, or the roaring of the ocean 
when the gale turns suddenly and carries the noise of it to the 
listener's ears, till the earth shook, and the air was full of 
the majesty of sound.

Guessing that this was a prelude to the beginning of the battle, 
we remained still and made ready.

We had not long to wait.  Suddenly, like flame from a cannon's 
mouth, out shot two great tongue-like forces of cavalry, and 
came charging down the slope towards the little stream, slowly 
at first, but gathering speed as they came.  Before they got 
to the stream, orders reached me from Sir Henry, who evidently 
feared that the shock of such a charge, if allowed to fall unbroken 
upon our infantry, would be too much for them, to send five thousand 
sabres to meet the force opposite to me, at the moment when it 
began to mount the stiffest of the rise about four hundred yards 
from our lines.  This I did, remaining behind myself with the 
rest of my men.

Off went the five thousand horsemen, drawn up in a wedge-like 
form, and I must say that the general in command handled them 
very ably.  Starting at a hand gallop, for the first three hundred 
yards he rode straight at the tip of the tongue-shaped mass of 
cavalry which, numbering, so far as I could judge, about eight 
thousand sabres, was advancing to charge us.  Then he suddenly 
swerved to the right and put on the pace, and I saw the great 
wedge curl round, and before the foe could check himself and 
turn to meet it, strike him about halfway down his length, with 
a crashing rending sound, like that of the breaking-up of vast 
sheets of ice.  In sank the great wedge, into his heart, and 
as it cut its way hundreds of horsemen were thrown up on either 
side of it, just as the earth is thrown up by a ploughshare, 
or more like still, as the foaming water curls over beneath the 
bows of a rushing ship.  In, yet in, vainly does the tongue twist 
its ends round in agony, like an injured snake, and strive to 
protect its centre; still farther in, by Heaven! right through, 
and so, amid cheer after cheer from our watching thousands, back 
again upon the severed ends, beating them down, driving them 
as a gale drives spray, till at last, amidst the rushing of hundreds 
of riderless horses, the flashing of swords, and the victorious 
clamour of their pursuers, the great force crumples up like an 
empty glove, then turns and gallops pell-mell for safety back 
to its own lines.

I do not think it reached them more than two-thirds as strong 
as it went out ten minutes before.  The lines which were now 
advancing to the attack, opened and swallowed them up, and my 
force returned, having only suffered a loss of about five hundred 
men -- not much, I thought, considering the fierceness of the 
struggle.  I could also see that the opposing bodies of cavalry 
on our left wing were drawing back, but how the fight went with 
them I do not quite know.  It is as much as I can do to describe 
what took place immediately around me.

By this time the dense masses of the enemy's left, composed almost 
entirely of Nasta's swordsmen, were across the little stream, 
and with alternate yells of 'Nasta' and 'Sorais', with dancing 
banners and gleaming swords, were swarming up towards us like 
ants.

Again I received orders to try and check this movement, and also 
the main advance against the chest of our army, by means of cavalry 
charges, and this I did to the best of my ability, by continually 
sending squadrons of about a thousand sabres out against them.  
These squadrons did the enemy much damage, and it was a glorious 
sight to see them flash down the hillside, and bury themselves 
like a living knife in the heart of the foe.  But, also, we lost 
many men, for after the experience of a couple of these charges, 
which had drawn a sort of bloody St Andrew's cross of dead and 
dying through the centre of Nasta's host, our foes no longer 
attempted to offer an unyielding front to their irresistible 
weight, but opened out to let the rush go through, throwing themselves 
on the ground and hamstringing hundreds of horses as they passed.

And so, notwithstanding all that we could do, the enemy drew 
nearer, till at last he hurled himself upon Good's force of seven 
thousand five hundred regulars, who were drawn up to receive 
them in three strong squares.  About the same time, too, an awful 
and heartshaking roar told me that the main battle had closed 
in on the centre and extreme left.  I raised myself in my stirrups 
and looked down to my left; so far as the eye could see there 
was a long dazzling shimmer of steel as the sun glanced upon 
falling sword and thrusting spear.

To and fro swung the contending lines in that dread struggle, 
now giving way, now gaining a little in the mad yet ordered confusion 
of attack and defence.  But it was as much as I could do to keep 
count of what was happening to our own wing; and, as for the 
moment the cavalry had fallen back under cover of Good's three 
squares, I had a fair view of this.

Nasta's wild swordsmen were now breaking in red waves against 
the sullen rock-like squares.  Time after time did they yell 
out their war-cries, and hurl themselves furiously against the 
long triple ridges of spear points, only to be rolled back as 
billows are when they meet the cliff.

And so for four long hours the battle raged almost without a 
pause, and at the end of that time, if we had gained nothing 
we had lost nothing.  Two attempts to turn our left flank by 
forcing a way through the wood by which it was protected had 
been defeated; and as yet Nasta's swordsmen had, notwithstanding 
their desperate efforts, entirely failed to break Good's three 
squares, though they had thinned their numbers by quite a third.

As for the chest of the army where Sir Henry was with his staff 
and Umslopogaas, it had suffered dreadfully, but it had held 
its own with honour, and the same may be said of our left battle.

At last the attacks slackened, and Sorais' army drew back, having, 
I began to think, had enough of it.  On this point, however, 
I was soon undeceived, for splitting up her cavalry into comparatively 
small squadrons, she charged us furiously with them, all along 
the line, and then once more sullenly rolled her tens of thousands 
of sword and spearmen down upon our weakened squares and squadrons; 
Sorais herself directing the movement, as fearless as a lioness 
heading the main attack.  On they came like an avalanche -- I saw 
her golden helm gleaming in the van -- our counter charges of cavalry 
entirely failing to check their forward sweep.  Now they had 
struck us, and our centre bent in like a bow beneath the weight 
of their rush -- it parted, and had not the ten thousand men 
in reserve charged down to its support it must have been utterly 
destroyed.  As for Good's three squares, they were swept backwards 
like boats upon an incoming tide, and the foremost one was burst 
into and lost half its remaining men.  But the effort was too 
fierce and terrible to last.  Suddenly the battle came, as it 
were, to a turning-point, and for a minute or two stood still.

Then it began to move towards Sorais' camp.  Just then, too, 
Nasta's fierce and almost invincible highlanders, either because 
they were disheartened by their losses or by way of a ruse, fell 
back, and the remains of Good's gallant squares, leaving the 
positions they had held for so many hours, cheered wildly, and 
rashly followed them down the slope, whereon the swarms of swordsmen 
turned to envelop them, and once more flung themselves upon them 
with a yell.  Taken thus on every side, what remained of the 
first square was quickly destroyed, and I perceived that the 
second, in which I could see Good himself mounted on a large 
horse, was on the point of annihilation.  A few more minutes 
and it was broken, its streaming colours sank, and I lost sight 
of Good in the confused and hideous slaughter that ensued.

Presently, however, a cream-coloured horse with a snow-white 
mane and tail burst from the ruins of the square and came rushing 
past me riderless and with wide streaming reins, and in it I 
recognized the charger that Good had been riding.  Then I hesitated 
no longer, but taking with me half my effective cavalry force, 
which now amounted to between four and five thousand men, I commended 
myself to God, and, without waiting for orders, I charged straight 
down upon Nasta's swordsmen.  Seeing me coming, and being warned 
by the thunder of my horses' hoofs, the majority of them faced 
round, and gave us a right warm welcome.  Not an inch would they 
yield; in vain did we hack and trample them down as we ploughed 
a broad red furrow through their thousands; they seemed to re-arise 
by hundreds, driving their terrible sharp swords into our horses, 
or severing their hamstrings, and then hacking the troopers who 
came to the ground with them almost into pieces.  My horse was 
speedily killed under me, but luckily I had a fresh one, my own 
favourite, a coal-black mare Nyleptha had given me, being held 
in reserve behind, and on this I afterwards mounted.  Meanwhile 
I had to get along as best I could, for I was pretty well lost 
sight of by my men in the mad confusion of the moment.  My voice, 
of course, could not be heard in the midst of the clanging of 
steel and the shrieks of rage and agony.  Presently I found myself 
mixed up with the remnants of the square, which had formed round 
its leader Good, and was fighting desperately for existence.  
I stumbled against somebody, and glancing down, caught sight 
of Good's eyeglass.  He had been beaten to his knee.  Over him 
was a great fellow swinging a heavy sword.  Somehow I managed 
to run the man through with the sime I had taken from the Masai 
whose hand I had cut off; but as I did so, he dealt me a frightful 
blow on the left side and breast with the sword, and though my 
chain shirt saved my life, I felt that I was badly hurt.  For 
a minute I fell on to my hands and knees among the dead and dying, 
and turned sick and faint.  When I came to again I saw that Nasta's 
spearmen, or rather those of them who remained, were retreating 
back across the stream, and that Good was there by me smiling sweetly.

'Near go that,' he shouted; 'but all's well that ends well.'

I assented, but I could not help feeling that it had not ended 
well for me.  I was sorely hurt.

Just then we saw the smaller bodies of cavalry stationed on our 
extreme right and left, and which were now reinforced by the 
three thousand sabres which we had held in reserve, flash out 
like arrows from their posts and fall upon the disordered flanks 
of Sorais' forces, and that charge decided the issue of the battle.  
In another minute or two the enemy was in slow and sullen retreat 
across the little stream, where they once more re-formed.  Then 
came another lull, during which I managed to get a second horse, 
and received my orders to advance from Sir Henry, and then with 
one fierce deep-throated roar, with a waving of banners and a 
wide flashing of steel, the remains of our army took the offensive 
and began to sweep down, slowly indeed, but irresistibly from 
the positions they had so gallantly held all day.

At last it was our turn to attack.

On we moved, over the piled-up masses of dead and dying, and 
were approaching the stream, when suddenly I perceived an extraordinary 
sight.  Galloping wildly towards us, his arms tightly clasped 
around his horse's neck, against which his blanched cheek was 
tightly pressed, was a man arrayed in the full costume of a Zu-Vendi 
general, but in whom, as he came nearer, I recognized none other 
than our lost Alphonse.  It was impossible even then to mistake 
those curling mustachios.  In a minute he was tearing through 
our ranks and narrowly escaped being cut down, till at last somebody 
caught his horse's bridle, and he was brought to me just as a 
momentary halt occurred in our advance to allow what remained 
of our shattered squares to form into line.

'Ah, monsieur,' he gasped out in a voice that was nearly inarticulate 
with fright, 'grace to the sky, it is you!  Ah, what I have endured! 
 But you win, monsieur, you win; they fly, the laches.  But listen, 
monsieur -- I forget, it is no good; the Queen is to be murdered 
tomorrow at the first light in the palace of Milosis; her guards 
will leave their posts, and the priests are going to kill her.  
Ah yes! they little thought it, but I was ensconced beneath 
a banner, and I heard it all.'

'What?' I said, horror-struck; 'what do you mean?'

'What I say, monsieur; that devil of a Nasta he went last night 
to settle the affair with the Archbishop [Agon].  The guard will 
leave open the little gate leading from the great stair and go 
away, and Nasta and Agon's priests will come in and kill her.  
Themselves they would not kill her.'

'Come with me,' I said, and, shouting to the staff-officer next 
to me to take over the command, I snatched his bridle and galloped 
as hard as I could for the spot, between a quarter and half a 
mile off, where I saw the royal pennon flying, and where I knew 
that I should find Curtis if he were still alive.  On we tore, 
our horses clearing heaps of dead and dying men, and splashing 
through pools of blood, on past the long broken lines of spearmen 
to where, mounted on the white stallion Nasta had sent to him 
as a parting gift, I saw Sir Henry's form towering above the 
generals who surrounded him.

Just as we reached him the advance began again.  A bloody cloth 
was bound around his head, but I saw that his eye was as bright 
and keen as ever.  Beside him was old Umslopogaas, his axe red 
with blood, but looking quite fresh and uninjured.

'What's wrong, Quatermain?' he shouted.

'Everything.  There is a plot to murder the Queen tomorrow at 
dawn.  Alphonse here, who has just escaped from Sorais, has overheard 
it all,' and I rapidly repeated to him what the Frenchman had 
told me.

Curtis' face turned deadly pale and his jaw dropped.

'At dawn,' he gasped, 'and it is now sunset; it dawns before 
four and we are nearly a hundred miles off -- nine hours at the 
outside.  What is to be done?'

An idea entered into my head.  'Is that horse of yours fresh?' 
I said.

'Yes, I have only just got on to him -- when my last was killed, 
and he has been fed.'

'So is mine.  Get off him, and let Umslopogaas mount; he can 
ride well.  We will be at Milosis before dawn, or if we are not 
-- well, we cannot help it.  No, no; it is impossible for you 
to leave now.  You would be seen, and it would turn the fate 
of the battle.  It is not half won yet.  The soldiers would think 
you were making a bolt of it.  Quick now.'

In a moment he was down, and at my bidding Umslopogaas sprang 
into the empty saddle.

'Now farewell,' I said.  'Send a thousand horsemen with remounts 
after us in an hour if possible.  Stay, despatch a general to 
the left wing to take over the command and explain my absence.'

'You will do your best to save her, Quatermain?' he said in a 
broken voice.

'Ay, that I will.  Go on; you are being left behind.'

He cast one glance at us, and accompanied by his staff galloped 
off to join the advance, which by this time was fording the little 
brook that now ran red with the blood of the fallen.

As for Umslopogaas and myself, we left that dreadful field as 
arrows leave a bow, and in a few minutes had passed right out 
of the sight of slaughter, the smell of blood, and the turmoil 
and shouting, which only came to our ears as a faint, far-off 
roaring like the sound of distant breakers.




CHAPTER XXI
AWAY!  AWAY!



At the top of the rise we halted for a second to breathe our 
horses; and, turning, glanced at the battle beneath us, which, 
illumined as it was by the fierce rays of the sinking sun staining 
the whole scene red, looked from where we were more like some 
wild titanic picture than an actual hand-to-hand combat.  The 
distinguishing scenic effect from that distance was the countless 
distinct flashes of light reflected from the swords and spears, 
otherwise the panorama was not so grand as might have been expected.  
The great green lap of sward in which the struggle was being 
fought out, the bold round outline of the hills behind, and the 
wide sweep of the plain beyond, seemed to dwarf it; and what 
was tremendous enough when one was in it, grew insignificant 
when viewed from the distance.  But is it not thus with all the 
affairs and doings of our race about which we blow the loud trumpet 
and make such a fuss and worry?  How utterly antlike, and morally 
and physically insignificant, must they seem to the calm eyes 
that watch them from the arching depths above!

'We win the day, Macumazahn,' said old Umslopogaas, taking in 
the whole situation with a glance of his practised eye.  'Look, 
the Lady of the Night's forces give on every side, there is no 
stiffness left in them, they bend like hot iron, they are fighting 
with but half a heart.  But alas! the battle will in a manner 
be drawn, for the darkness gathers, and the regiments will not 
be able to follow and slay!' -- and he shook his head sadly.  
'But,' he added, 'I do not think that they will fight again.  
We have fed them with too strong a meat.  Ah! it is well to 
have lived!  At last I have seen a fight worth seeing.'

By this time we were on our way again, and as we went side by 
side I told him what our mission was, and how that, if it failed, 
all the lives that had been lost that day would have been lost 
in vain.

'Ah!' he said, 'nigh on a hundred miles and no horses but these, 
and to be there before the dawn!  Well -- away! away! man can 
but try, Macumazahn; and mayhap we shall be there in time to 
split that old "witch-finder's" [Agon's] skull for him.  Once 
he wanted to burn us, the old "rain-maker", did he?  And now 
he would set a snare for my mother [Nyleptha], would he?  Good! 
 So sure as my name is the name of the Woodpecker, so surely, 
be my mother alive or dead, will I split him to the beard.  Ay, 
by T'Chaka's head I swear it!' and he shook Inkosi-kaas as he 
galloped.  By now the darkness was closing in, but fortunately 
there would be a moon later, and the road was good.

On we sped through the twilight, the two splendid horses we bestrode 
had got their wind by this, and were sweeping along with a wide 
steady stride that neither failed nor varied for mile upon mile.  
Down the side of slopes we galloped, across wide vales that 
stretched to the foot of far-off hills.  Nearer and nearer grew 
the blue hills; now we were travelling up their steeps, and now 
we were over and passing towards others that sprang up like visions 
in the far, faint distance beyond.

On, never pausing or drawing rein, through the perfect quiet 
of the night, that was set like a song to the falling music of 
our horses' hoofs; on, past deserted villages, where only some 
forgotten starving dog howled a melancholy welcome; on, past 
lonely moated dwellings; on, through the white patchy moonlight, 
that lay coldly upon the wide bosom of the earth, as though there 
was no warmth in it; on, knee to knee, for hour after hour!

We spake not, but bent us forward on the necks of those two glorious 
horses, and listened to their deep, long-drawn breaths as they 
filled their great lungs, and to the regular unfaltering ring 
of their round hoofs.  Grim and black indeed did old Umslopogaas 
look beside me, mounted upon the great white horse, like Death 
in the Revelation of St John, as now and again lifting his fierce 
set face he gazed out along the road, and pointed with his axe 
towards some distant rise or house.

And so on, still on, without break or pause for hour after hour.

At last I felt that even the splendid animal that I rode was 
beginning to give out.  I looked at my watch; it was nearly midnight, 
and we were considerably more than half way.  On the top of a 
rise was a little spring, which I remembered because I had slept 
by it a few nights before, and here I motioned to Umslopogaas 
to pull up, having determined to give the horses and ourselves 
ten minutes to breathe in.  He did so, and we dismounted -- that 
is to say, Umslopogaas did, and then helped me off, for what 
with fatigue, stiffness, and the pain of my wound, I could not 
do so for myself; and then the gallant horses stood panting there, 
resting first one leg and then another, while the sweat fell 
drip, drip, from them, and the steam rose and hung in pale clouds 
in the still night air.

Leaving Umslopogaas to hold the horses, I hobbled to the spring 
and drank deep of its sweet waters.  I had had nothing but a 
single mouthful of wine since midday, when the battle began, 
and I was parched up, though my fatigue was too great to allow 
me to feel hungry.  Then, having laved my fevered head and hands, 
I returned, and the Zulu went and drank.  Next we allowed the 
horses to take a couple of mouthfuls each -- no more; and oh, 
what a struggle we had to get the poor beasts away from the water! 
 There were yet two minutes, and I employed it in hobbling up 
and down to try and relieve my stiffness, and in inspecting the 
condition of the horses.  My mare, gallant animal though she 
was, was evidently much distressed; she hung her head, and her 
eye looked sick and dull; but Daylight, Nyleptha's glorious horse 
-- who, if he is served aright, should, like the steeds who saved 
great Rameses in his need, feed for the rest of his days out 
of a golden manger -- was still comparatively speaking fresh, notwithstanding the fact that he had had by far the heavier weight to carry.  He was 'tucked up', indeed, and his legs were weary, but his eye was bright and clear, and he held his shapely head up and gazed out into the darkness round him in a way that seemed to say that whoever failed he was good for those five-and-forty miles that yet lay between us and Milosis.  Then Umslopogaas helped me into the saddle and -- vigorous old savage that he was! -- vaulted into his own without touching a stirrup, and we were off once more, slowly at first, till the horses got into their stride, and then more swiftly.  So we passed over another ten miles, and then came a long, weary rise of some six or seven miles, and three times did my poor black mare nearly come to the ground with me.  But on the top she seemed to gather herself together, and rattled down the slope with long, convulsive strides, breathing in gasps.  We did that three or four miles more swiftly than any since we had started on our wild ride, but I felt it to be a last effort, and I was right.  Suddenly my poor horse took the bit between her teeth and bolted furiously along a stretch of level ground for some three or four hundred yards, and then, with two or three jerky strides, pulled herself up and fell with a crash right on to her head, I rolling myself free as she did so.  As I struggled to my feet the brave beast raised her head and looked at me with piteous bloodshot eyes, and then her head dropped with a groan and she was dead.  Her heart 
was broken.

Umslopogaas pulled up beside the carcase, and I looked at him 
in dismay.  There were still more than twenty miles to do by 
dawn, and how were we to do it with one horse?  It seemed hopeless, 
but I had forgotten the old Zulu's extraordinary running powers.

Without a single word he sprang from the saddle and began to 
hoist me into it.

'What wilt thou do?' I asked.

'Run,' he answered, seizing my stirrup-leather.

Then off we went again, almost as fast as before; and oh, the 
relief it was to me to get that change of horses!  Anybody who 
has ever ridden against time will know what it meant.

Daylight sped along at a long stretching hand-gallop, giving 
the gaunt Zulu a lift at every stride.  It was a wonderful thing 
to see old Umslopogaas run mile after mile, his lips slightly 
parted and his nostrils agape like the horse's.  Every five miles 
or so we stopped for a few minutes to let him get his breath, 
and then flew on again.

'Canst thou go farther,' I said at the third of these stoppages, 
'or shall I leave thee to follow me?'

He pointed with his axe to a dim mass before us.  It was the 
Temple of the Sun, now not more than five miles away.

'I reach it or I die,' he gasped.

Oh, that last five miles!  The skin was rubbed from the inside 
of my legs, and every movement of my horse gave me anguish.  
Nor was that all.  I was exhausted with toil, want of food and 
sleep, and also suffering very much from the blow I had received 
on my left side; it seemed as though a piece of bone or something 
was slowly piercing into my lung.  Poor Daylight, too, was pretty 
nearly finished, and no wonder.  But there was a smell of dawn 
in the air, and we might not stay; better that all three of us 
should die upon the road than that we should linger while there 
was life in us.  The air was thick and heavy, as it sometimes 
is before the dawn breaks, and -- another infallible sign in 
certain parts of Zu-Vendis that sunrise is at hand -- hundreds 
of little spiders pendant on the end of long tough webs were 
floating about in it.  These early-rising creatures, or rather 
their webs, caught upon the horse's and our own forms by scores, 
and, as we had neither the time nor the energy to brush them 
off, we rushed along covered with hundreds of long grey threads 
that streamed out a yard or more behind us -- and a very strange 
appearance they must have given us.

And now before us are the huge brazen gates of the outer wall 
of the Frowning City, and a new and horrible doubt strikes me: 
What if they will not let us in?

'Open! open!' I shout imperiously, at the same time giving 
the royal password.  'Open! open! a messenger, a messenger 
with tidings of the war!'

'What news?' cried the guard.  'And who art thou that ridest 
so madly, and who is that whose tongue lolls out' -- and it actually 
did -- 'and who runs by thee like a dog by a chariot?'

'It is the Lord Macumazahn, and with him is his dog, his black dog.  
Open! open! I bring tidings.'

The great gates ran back on their rollers, and the drawbridge 
fell with a rattling crash, and we dashed on through the one 
and over the other.

'What news, my lord, what news?' cried the guard.

'Incubu rolls Sorais back, as the wind a cloud,' I answered, 
and was gone.

One more effort, gallant horse, and yet more gallant man!

So, fall not now, Daylight, and hold thy life in thee for fifteen 
short minutes more, old Zulu war-dog, and ye shall both live 
for ever in the annals of the land.

On, clattering through the sleeping streets.  We are passing 
the Flower Temple now -- one mile more, only one little mile 
-- hold on, keep your life in thee, see the houses run past of 
themselves.  Up, good horse, up, there -- but fifty yards now.  
Ah! you see your stables and stagger on gallantly.

'Thank God, the palace at last!' and see, the first arrows of 
the dawn are striking on the Temple's golden dome. {Endnote 21} 
 But shall I get in here, or is the deed done and the way barred?

Once more I give the password and shout 'Open! open!'

No answer, and my heart grows very faint.

Again I call, and this time a single voice replies, and to my 
joy I recognize it as belonging to Kara, a fellow-officer of 
Nyleptha's guards, a man I know to be as honest as the light 
-- indeed, the same whom Nyleptha had sent to arrest Sorais on 
the day she fled to the temple.

'Is it thou, Kara?' I cry; 'I am Macumazahn.  Bid the guard let 
down the bridge and throw wide the gate.  Quick, quick!'

Then followed a space that seemed to me endless, but at length 
the bridge fell and one half of the gate opened and we got into 
the courtyard, where at last poor Daylight fell down beneath 
me, as I thought, dead.  Except Kara, there was nobody to be 
seen, and his look was wild, and his garments were all torn.  
He had opened the gate and let down the bridge alone, and was 
now getting them up and shut again (as, owing to a very ingenious 
arrangement of cranks and levers, one man could easily do, and 
indeed generally did do).

'Where are the guard?' I gasped, fearing his answer as I never 
feared anything before.

'I know not,' he answered; 'two hours ago, as I slept, was I 
seized and bound by the watch under me, and but now, this very 
moment, have I freed myself with my teeth.  I fear, I greatly 
fear, that we are betrayed.

His words gave me fresh energy.  Catching him by the arm, I staggered, 
followed by Umslopogaas, who reeled after us like a drunken man, 
through the courtyards, up the great hall, which was silent as 
the grave, towards the Queen's sleeping-place.

We reached the first ante-room -- no guards; the second, still 
no guards.  Oh, surely the thing was done! we were too late after 
all, too late!  The silence and solitude of those great chambers 
was dreadful, and weighed me down like an evil dream.  On, right 
into Nyleptha's chamber we rushed and staggered, sick at heart, 
fearing the very worst; we saw there was a light in it, ay, and 
a figure bearing the light.  Oh, thank God, it is the White Queen 
herself, the Queen unharmed!  There she stands in her night gear, 
roused, by the clatter of our coming, from her bed, the heaviness 
of sleep yet in her eyes, and a red blush of fear and shame mantling 
her lovely breast and cheek.

'Who is it?' she cries.  'What means this?  Oh, Macumazahn, is 
it thou?  Why lookest thou so wildly?  Thou comest as one bearing 
evil tidings -- and my lord -- oh, tell me not my lord is dead 
-- not dead!' she wailed, wringing her white hands.

'I left Incubu wounded, but leading the advance against Sorais 
last night at sundown; therefore let thy heart have rest.  
Sorais is beaten back all along her lines, and thy arms prevail.'

'I knew it,' she cried in triumph.  'I knew that he would win; 
and they called him Outlander, and shook their wise heads when 
I gave him the command!  Last night at sundown, sayest thou, 
and it is not yet dawn?  Surely --'

'Throw a cloak around thee, Nyleptha,' I broke in, 'and give 
us wine to drink; ay, and call thy maidens quick if thou wouldst 
save thyself alive.  Nay, stay not.'

Thus adjured she ran and called through the curtains towards 
some room beyond, and then hastily put on her sandals and a thick 
cloak, by which time a dozen or so of half-dressed women were 
pouring into the room.

'Follow us and be silent,' I said to them as they gazed with 
wondering eyes, clinging one to another.  So we went into the 
first ante-room.

'Now,' I said, 'give us wine to drink and food, if ye have it, 
for we are near to death.'

The room was used as a mess-room for the officers of the guards, 
and from a cupboard some flagons of wine and some cold flesh 
were brought forth, and Umslopogaas and I drank, and felt life 
flow back into our veins as the good red wine went down.

'Hark to me, Nyleptha,' I said, as I put down the empty tankard.  
'Hast thou here among these thy waiting-ladies any two of discretion?'

'Ay,' she said, 'surely.'

'Then bid them go out by the side entrance to any citizens whom 
thou canst bethink thee of as men loyal to thee, and pray them 
come armed, with all honest folk that they can gather, to rescue 
thee from death.  Nay, question not; do as I say, and quickly.  
Kara here will let out the maids.'

She turned, and selecting two of the crowd of damsels, repeated 
the words I had uttered, giving them besides a list of the names 
of the men to whom each should run.

'Go swiftly and secretly; go for your very lives,' I added.

In another moment they had left with Kara, whom I told to rejoin 
us at the door leading from the great courtyard on to the stairway 
as soon as he had made fast behind the girls.  Thither, too, 
Umslopogaas and I made our way, followed by the Queen and her 
women.  As we went we tore off mouthfuls of food, and between 
them I told her what I knew of the danger which encompassed her, 
and how we found Kara, and how all the guards and men-servants 
were gone, and she was alone with her women in that great place; 
and she told me, too, that a rumour had spread through the town 
that our army had been utterly destroyed, and that Sorais was 
marching in triumph on Milosis, and how in consequence thereof 
all men had fallen away from her.

Though all this takes some time to tell, we had not been but 
six or seven minutes in the palace; and notwithstanding that 
the golden roof of the temple being very lofty was ablaze with 
the rays of the rising sun, it was not yet dawn, nor would be 
for another ten minutes.  We were in the courtyard now, and here 
my wound pained me so that I had to take Nyleptha's arm, while 
Umslopogaas rolled along after us, eating as he went.

Now we were across it, and had reached the narrow doorway through 
the palace wall that opened on to the mighty stair.

I looked through and stood aghast, as well I might.  The door 
was gone, and so were the outer gates of bronze -- entirely gone.  
They had been taken from their hinges, and as we afterwards 
found, hurled from the stairway to the ground two hundred feet 
beneath.  There in front of us was the semicircular standing-space, 
about twice the size of a large oval dining-table, and the ten 
curved black marble steps leading on to the main stair -- 
and that was all.




CHAPTER XXII
HOW UMSLOPOGAAS HELD THE STAIR



We looked at one another.

'Thou seest,' I said, 'they have taken away the door.  Is there 
aught with which we may fill the place?  Speak quickly for they 
will be on us ere the daylight.'  I spoke thus, because I knew 
that we must hold this place or none, as there were no inner 
doors in the palace, the rooms being separated one from another 
by curtains.  I also knew that if we could by any means defend 
this doorway the murderers could get in nowhere else; for the 
palace is absolutely impregnable, that is, since the secret door 
by which Sorais had entered on that memorable night of attempted 
murder had, by Nyleptha's order, been closed up with masonry.

'I have it,' said Nyleptha, who, as usual with her, rose to the 
emergency in a wonderful way.  'On the farther side of the courtyard 
are blocks of cut marble -- the workmen brought them there for 
the bed of the new statue of Incubu, my lord; let us block the 
door with them.'

I jumped at the idea; and having despatched one of the remaining 
maidens down the great stair to see if she could obtain assistance 
from the docks below, where her father, who was a great merchant 
employing many men, had his dwelling-place, and set another to 
watch through the doorway, we made our way back across the courtyard 
to where the hewn marble lay; and here we met Kara returning 
from despatching the first two messengers.  There were the marble 
blocks, sure enough, broad, massive lumps, some six inches thick, 
and weighing about eighty pounds each, and there, too, were a 
couple of implements like small stretchers, that the workmen 
used to carry them on.  Without delay we got some of the blocks 
on to the stretchers, and four of the girls carried them to the 
doorway.

'Listen, Macumazahn,' said Umslopogaas, 'if those low fellows 
come, it is I who will hold the stair against them till the door 
is built up.  Nay, nay, it will be a man's death: gainsay me 
not, old friend.  It has been a good day, let it now be good 
night.  See, I throw myself down to rest on the marble there; 
when their footsteps are nigh, wake thou me, not before, for 
I need my strength,' and without a word he went outside and flung 
himself down on the marble, and was instantly asleep.

At this time, I too was overcome, and was forced to sit down 
by the doorway, and content myself with directing operations.  
The girls brought the block, while Kara and Nyleptha built them 
up across the six-foot-wide doorway, a triple row of them, for 
less would be useless.  But the marble had to be brought forty 
yards and then there were forty yards to run back, and though 
the girls laboured gloriously, even staggering along alone, each 
with a block in her arms, it was slow work, dreadfully slow.

The light was growing now, and presently, in the silence, we 
heard a commotion at the far-bottom of the stair, and the faint 
clinking of armed men.  As yet the wall was only two feet high, 
and we had been eight minutes at the building of it.  So they 
had come.  Alphonse had heard aright.

The clanking sound came nearer, and in the ghostly grey of the 
dawning we could make out long files of men, some fifty or so 
in all, slowly creeping up the stair.  They were now at the half-way 
standing place that rested on the great flying arch; and here, 
perceiving that something was going on above, they, to our great 
gain, halted for three or four minutes and consulted, then slowly 
and cautiously advanced again.

We had been nearly a quarter of an hour at the work now, and 
it was almost three feet high.

Then I woke Umslopogaas.  The great man rose, stretched himself, 
and swung Inkosi-kaas round his head.

'It is well,' he said.  'I feel as a young man once more.  My 
strength has come back to me, ay, even as a lamp flares up before 
it dies.  Fear not, I shall fight a good fight; the wine and 
the sleep have put a new heart into me.'

'Macumazahn, I have dreamed a dream.  I dreamed that thou and 
I stood together on a star, and looked down on the world, and 
thou wast as a spirit, Macumazahn, for light flamed through thy 
flesh, but I could not see what was the fashion of mine own face.  
The hour has come for us, old hunter.  So be it: we have had 
our time, but I would that in it I had seen some more such fights 
as yesterday's.

'Let them bury me after the fashion of my people, Macumazahn, 
and set my eyes towards Zululand;' and he took my hand and shook it, 
and then turned to face the advancing foe.

Just then, to my astonishment, the Zu-Vendi officer Kara clambered 
over our improvised wall in his quiet, determined sort of way, 
and took his stand by the Zulu, unsheathing his sword as he did 
so.

'What, comest thou too?' laughed out the old warrior.  'Welcome 
-- a welcome to thee, brave heart!  Ow! for the man who can die 
like a man; ow! for the death grip and the ringing of steel.  
Ow! we are ready.  We wet our beaks like eagles, our spears 
flash in the sun; we shake our assegais, and are hungry to fight.  
Who comes to give greeting to the Chieftainess [Inkosi-kaas]? 
 Who would taste her kiss, whereof the fruit is death?  I, the 
Woodpecker, I, the Slaughterer, I the Swiftfooted!  I, Umslopogaas, 
of the tribe of the Maquilisini, of the people of Amazulu, a 
captain of the regiment of the Nkomabakosi: I, Umslopogaas, the 
son of Indabazimbi, the son of Arpi the son of Mosilikaatze, 
I of the royal blood of T'Chaka, I of the King's House, I the 
Ringed Man, I the Induna, I call to them as a buck calls, I challenge 
them, I await them.  Ow! it is thou, it is thou!'

As he spake, or rather chanted, his wild war-song, the armed 
men, among whom in the growing light I recognized both Nasta 
and Agon, came streaming up the stair with a rush, and one big 
fellow, armed with a heavy spear, dashed up the ten semicircular 
steps ahead of his comrades and struck at the great Zulu with 
the spear.  Umslopogaas moved his body but not his legs, so that 
the blow missed him, and next instant Inkosi-kaas crashed through 
headpiece, hair and skull, and the man's corpse was rattling 
down the steps.  As he dropped, his round hippopotamus-hide shield 
fell from his hand on to the marble, and the Zulu stooped down 
and seized it, still chanting as he did so.

In another second the sturdy Kara had also slain a man, and then 
began a scene the like of which has not been known to me.

Up rushed the assailants, one, two, three at a time, and as fast 
as they came, the axe crashed and the sword swung, and down they 
rolled again, dead or dying.  And ever as the fight thickened, 
the old Zulu's eye seemed to get quicker and his arm stronger.  
He shouted out his war-cries and the names of chiefs whom he 
had slain, and the blows of his awful axe rained straight and 
true, shearing through everything they fell on.  There was none 
of the scientific method he was so fond of about this last immortal 
fight of his; he had no time for it, but struck with his full 
strength, and at every stroke a man sank in his tracks, and went 
rattling down the marble steps.

They hacked and hewed at him with swords and spears, wounding 
him in a dozen places till he streamed red with blood; but the 
shield protected his head and the chain-shirt his vitals, and 
for minute after minute, aided by the gallant Zu-Vendi, he still 
held the stair.

At last Kara's sword broke, and he grappled with a foe, and they 
rolled down together, and he was cut to pieces, dying like the 
brave man that he was.

Umslopogaas was alone now, but he never blenched or turned.  
Shouting out some wild Zulu battle-cry, he beat down a foe, ay, 
and another, and another, till at last they drew back from the 
slippery blood-stained steps, and stared at him with amazement, 
thinking that he was no mortal man.

The wall of marble block was four feet six high now, and hope 
rose in my teeth as I leaned there against it a miserable helpless 
log, and ground my teeth, and watched that glorious struggle.  
I could do no more for I had lost my revolver in the battle.

And old Umslopogaas, he leaned too on his good axe, and, faint 
as he was with wounds, he mocked them, he called them 'women' 
-- the grand old warrior, standing there one against so many! 
 And for a breathing space none would come against him, notwithstanding 
Nasta's exhortations, till at last old Agon, who, to do him justice, 
was a brave man, made with baffled rage, and seeing that the 
wall would soon be built and his plans defeated, shook the great 
spear he held, and rushed up the dripping steps.

'Ah, ah!' shouted the Zulu, as he recognized the priest's flowing 
white beard, 'it is thou, old "witch-finder"!  Come on!  I await 
thee, white "medicine man"; come on! come on!  I have sworn to 
slay thee, and I ever keep my faith.'

On he came, taking him at his word, and drave the big spear with 
such force at Umslopogaas that it sunk right through the tough 
shield and pierced him in the neck.  The Zulu cast down the transfixed 
shield, and that moment was Agon's last, for before he could 
free his spear and strike again, with a shout of 'There's for 
thee, Rain-maker!' Umslopogaas gripped Inkosi-kaas with both 
hands and whirled on high and drave her right on to his venerable 
head, so that Agon rolled down dead among the corpses of his 
fellow-murderers, and there was an end to him and his plots altogether.  
And even as he fell, a great cry rose from the foot of the stair, 
and looking out through the portion of the doorway that was yet 
unclosed, we saw armed men rushing up to the rescue, and called 
an answer to their shouts.  Then the would-be murderers who yet 
remained on the stairway, and amongst whom I saw several priests, 
turned to fly, but, having nowhere to go, were butchered as they 
fled.  Only one man stayed, and he was the great lord Nasta, 
Nyleptha's suitor, and the father of the plot.  For a moment 
the black-bearded Nasta stood with bowed face leaning on his 
long sword as though in despair, and then, with a dreadful shout, 
he too rushed up at the Zulu, and, swinging the glittering sword 
around his head, dealt him such a mighty blow beneath his guard, 
that the keen steel of the heavy blade bit right through the 
chain armour and deep into Umslopogaas' side, for a moment 
paralysing him and causing him to drop his axe.

Raising the sword again, Nasta sprang forward to make an end 
of him, but little he knew his foe.  With a shake and a yell 
of fury, the Zulu gathered himself together and sprang straight 
at Nasta's throat, as I have sometimes seen a wounded lion spring.  
He struck him full as his foot was on the topmost stair, and 
his long arms closing round him like iron bands, down they rolled 
together struggling furiously.  Nasta was a strong man and a 
desperate, but he could not match the strongest man in Zululand, 
sore wounded though he was, whose strength was as the strength 
of a bull.  In a minute the end came.  I saw old Umslopogaas 
stagger to his feet -- ay, and saw him by a single gigantic effort 
swing up the struggling Nasta and with a shout of triumph hurl 
him straight over the parapet of the bridge, to be crushed to 
powder on the rocks two hundred feet below.

The succour which had been summoned by the girl who had passed 
down the stair before the assassins passed up was at hand, and 
the loud shouts which reached us from the outer gates told us 
that the town was also aroused, and the men awakened by the women 
were calling to be admitted.  Some of Nyleptha's brave ladies, 
who in their night-shifts and with their long hair streaming 
down their backs, just as they had been aroused from rest, went 
off to admit them at the side entrance, whilst others, assisted 
by the rescuing party outside, pushed and pulled down the marble 
blocks they had placed there with so much labour.

Soon the wall was down again, and through the doorway, followed 
by a crowd of rescuers, staggered old Umslopogaas, an awful and, 
in a way, a glorious figure.  The man was a mass of wounds, and 
a glance at his wild eye told me that he was dying.  The 'keshla' 
gum-ring upon his head was severed in two places by sword-cuts, 
one just over the curious hold in his skull, and the blood poured 
down his face from the gashes.  Also on the right side of his 
neck was a stab from a spear, inflicted by Agon; there was a 
deep cut on his left arm just below where the mail shirt-sleeve 
stopped, and on the right side of his body the armour was severed 
by a gash six inches long, where Nasta's mighty sword had bitten 
through it and deep into its wearer's vitals.

On, axe in hand, he staggered, that dreadful-looking, splendid 
savage, and the ladies forgot to turn faint at the scene of blood, 
and cheered him, as well they might, but he never stayed or heeded.  
With outstretched arms and tottering gait he pursued his way, 
followed by us all along the broad shell-strewn walk that ran 
through the courtyard, past the spot where the blocks of marble 
lay, through the round arched doorway and the thick curtains 
that hung within it, down the short passage and into the great 
hall, which was now filling with hastily-armed men, who poured 
through the side entrance.  Straight up the hall he went, leaving 
behind him a track of blood on the marble pavement, till at last 
he reached the sacred stone, which stood in the centre of it, 
and here his strength seemed to fail him, for he stopped and 
leaned upon his axe.  Then suddenly he lifted up his voice and 
cried aloud --

'I die, I die -- but it was a kingly fray.  Where are they who 
came up the great stair?  I see them not.  Art thou there, Macumazahn, 
or art thou gone before to wait for me in the dark whither I 
go?  The blood blinds me -- the place turns round -- I hear the 
voice of waters.'

Next, as though a new thought had struck him, he lifted the red 
axe and kissed the blade.

'Farewell, Inkosi-kaas,' he cried.  'Nay, nay, we will go together; 
we cannot part, thou and I.  We have lived too long one with 
another, thou and I.

'One more stroke, only one!  A good stroke! a straight stroke! 
a strong stroke!' and, drawing himself to his full height, with 
a wild heart-shaking shout, he with both hands began to whirl 
the axe round his head till it looked like a circle of flaming steel.  
Then, suddenly, with awful force he brought it down straight 
on to the crown of the mass of sacred stone.  A shower of sparks 
flew up, and such was the almost superhuman strength of the blow, 
that the massive marble split with a rending sound into a score 
of pieces, whilst of Inkosi-kaas there remained but some fragments 
of steel and a fibrous rope of shattered horn that had been the 
handle.  Down with a crash on to the pavement fell the fragments 
of the holy stone, and down with a crash on to them, still grasping 
the knob of Inkosi-kaas, fell the brave old Zulu -- dead.

And thus the hero died.

A gasp of wonder and astonishment rose from all those who witnessed 
the extraordinary sight, and then somebody cried, 'The prophecy! 
the prophecy!  He has shattered the sacred stone!' and at once 
a murmuring arose.

'Ay,' said Nyleptha, with that quick wit which distinguishes 
her.  'Ay, my people, he has shattered the stone, and behold 
the prophecy is fulfilled, for a stranger king rules in Zu-Vendis.  
Incubu, my lord, hath beat Sorais back, and I fear her no more, 
and to him who hath saved the Crown it shall surely be.  And 
this man,' she said, turning to me and laying her hand upon my 
shoulder, 'wot ye that, though wounded in the fight of yesterday, 
he rode with that old warrior who lies there, one hundred miles 
'twixt sun set and rise to save me from the plots of cruel men.  
Ay, and he has saved me, by a very little, and therefore because 
of the deeds that they have done -- deeds of glory such as our 
history cannot shot the like -- therefore I say that the name 
of Macumazahn and the name of dead Umslopogaas, ay, and the name 
of Kara, my servant, who aided him to hold the stair, shall be 
blazoned in letters of gold above my throne, and shall be glorious 
for ever while the land endures.  I, the Queen, have said it.'

This spirited speech was met with loud cheering, and I said that 
after all we had only done our duty, as it is the fashion of 
both Englishmen and Zulus to do, and there was nothing to make 
an outcry about; at which they cheered still more, and then I 
was supported across the outer courtyard to my old quarters, 
in order that I might be put to bed.  As I went, my eyes lit 
upon the brave horse Daylight that lay there, his white head 
outstretched on the pavement, exactly as he had fallen on entering 
the yard; and I bade those who supported me take me near him, 
that I might look on the good beast once more before he was dragged 
away.  And as I looked, to my astonishment he opened his eyes 
and, lifting his head a little, whinnied faintly.  I could have 
shouted for joy to find that he was not dead, only unfortunately 
I had not a shout left in me; but as it was, grooms were sent 
for and he was lifted up and wine poured down his throat, and 
in a fortnight he was as well and strong as ever, and is the 
pride and joy of all the people of Milosis, who, whenever they 
see him, point him out to the little children as the 'horse which 
saved the White Queen's life'.

Then I went on and got off to bed, and was washed and had my 
mail shirt removed.  They hurt me a great deal in getting it 
off, and no wonder, for on my left breast and side was a black 
bruise the size of a saucer.

The next thing that I remember was the tramp of horsemen outside 
the palace wall, some ten hours later.  I raised myself and asked 
what was the news, and they told me that a large body of cavalry 
sent by Curtis to assist the Queen had arrived from the scene 
of the battle, which they had left two hours after sundown.  
When they left, the wreck of Sorais' army was in full retreat 
upon M'Arstuna, followed by all our effective cavalry.  Sir Henry 
was encamping the remains of his worn-out forces on the site 
(such is the fortune of war) that Sorais had occupied the night 
before, and proposed marching to M'Arstuna on the morrow.  Having 
heard this, I felt that I could die with a light heart, and then 
everything became a blank.


When next I awoke the first thing I saw was the round disc of 
a sympathetic eyeglass, behind which was Good.

'How are you getting on, old chap?' said a voice from the 
neighbourhood of the eyeglass.

'What are you doing here?' I asked faintly.  'You ought to be 
at M'Arstuna -- have you run away, or what?'

'M'Arstuna,' he replied cheerfully.  'Ah, M'Arstuna fell last 
week -- you've been unconscious for a fortnight, you see -- with 
all the honours of war, you know -- trumpets blowing, flags flying, 
just as though they had had the best of it; but for all that, 
weren't they glad to go.  Israel made for his tents, I can tell 
you -- never saw such a sight in my life.'

'And Sorais?' I asked.

'Sorais -- oh, Sorais is a prisoner; they gave her up, the scoundrels,' 
he added, with a change of tone -- 'sacrificed the Queen to save 
their skins, you see.  She is being brought up here, and I don't 
know what will happen to her, poor soul!' and he sighed.

'Where is Curtis?' I asked.

'He is with Nyleptha.  She rode out to meet us today, and there 
was a grand to-do, I can tell you.  He is coming to see you tomorrow; 
the doctors (for there is a medical "faculty" in Zu-Vendis as 
elsewhere) thought that he had better not come today.'

I said nothing, but somehow I thought to myself that notwithstanding 
the doctors he might have given me a look; but there, when a 
man is newly married and has just gained a great victory, he 
is apt to listen to the advice of doctors, and quite right too.

Just then I heard a familiar voice informing me that 'Monsieur 
must now couch himself,' and looking up perceived Alphonse's 
enormous black mustachios curling away in the distance.

'So you are here?' I said.

'Mais oui, Monsieur; the war is now finished, my military instincts 
are satisfied, and I return to nurse Monsieur.'

I laughed, or rather tried to; but whatever may have been Alphonse's 
failings as a warrior (and I fear that he did not come up to 
the level of his heroic grandfather in this particular, showing 
thereby how true is the saying that it is a bad thing to be 
overshadowed by some great ancestral name), a better or kinder 
nurse never lived.  Poor Alphonse!  I hope he will always think 
of me as kindly as I think of him.

On the morrow I saw Curtis and Nyleptha with him, and he told 
me the whole history of what had happened since Umslopogaas and 
I galloped wildly away from the battle to save the life of the 
Queen.  It seemed to me that he had managed the thing exceedingly 
well, and showed great ability as a general.  Of course, however, 
our loss had been dreadfully heavy -- indeed, I am afraid to 
say how many perished in the desperate battle I have described, 
but I know that the slaughter has appreciably affected the male 
population of the country.  He was very pleased to see me, dear 
fellow that he is, and thanked me with tears in his eyes for 
the little that I had been able to do.  I saw him, however, start 
violently when his eyes fell upon my face.

As for Nyleptha, she was positively radiant now that 'her dear 
lord' had come back with no other injury than an ugly scar on 
his forehead.  I do not believe that she allowed all the fearful 
slaughter that had taken place to weigh ever so little in the 
balance against this one fact, or even to greatly diminish her 
joy; and I cannot blame her for it, seeing that it is the nature 
of loving woman to look at all things through the spectacles 
of her love, and little does she reck of the misery of the many 
if the happiness of the one be assured.  That is human nature, 
which the Positivists tell us is just perfection; so no doubt 
it is all right.

'And what art thou going to do with Sorais?' I asked her.

Instantly her bright brow darkened to a frown.

'Sorais,' she said, with a little stamp of the foot; 
'ah, but Sorais!'

Sir Henry hastened to turn the subject.

'You will soon be about and all right again now, old fellow,' 
he said.

I shook my head and laughed.

'Don't deceive yourselves,' I said.  'I may be about for a little, 
but I shall never be all right again.  I am a dying man, Curtis.  
I may die slow, but die I must.  Do you know I have been spitting 
blood all the morning?  I tell you there is something working 
away into my lung; I can feel it.  There, don't look distressed; 
I have had my day, and am ready to go.  Give me the mirror, will you?  
I want to look at myself.'

He made some excuse, but I saw through it and insisted, and at 
last he handed me one of the discs of polished silver set n a 
wooden frame like a hand-screen, which serve as looking-glasses 
in Zu-Vendis.  I looked and put it down.

'Ah,' I said quietly, 'I thought so; and you talk of my getting 
all right!'  I did not like to let them see how shocked I really 
was at my own appearance.  My grizzled stubby hair was turned 
snow-white, and my yellow face was shrunk like an aged woman's 
and had two deep purple rings painted beneath the eyes.

Here Nyleptha began to cry, and Sir Henry again turned the subject, 
telling me that the artists had taken a cast of the dead body 
of old Umslopogaas, and that a great statue in black marble was 
to be erected of him in the act of splitting the sacred stone, 
which was to be matched by another statue in white marble of 
myself and the horse Daylight as he appeared when, at the termination 
of that wild ride, he sank beneath me in the courtyard of the 
palace.  I have since seen these statues, which at the time of 
writing this, six months after the battle, are nearly finished; 
and very beautiful they are, especially that of Umslopogaas, 
which is exactly like him.  As for that of myself, it is good, 
but they have idealized my ugly face a little, which is perhaps 
as well, seeing that thousands of people will probably look at 
it in the centuries to come, and it is not pleasant to look at 
ugly things.

Then they told me that Umslopogaas' last wish had been carried 
out, and that, instead of being cremated, as I shall be, after 
the usual custom here, he had been tied up, Zulu fashion, with 
his knees beneath his chin, and, having been wrapped in a thin 
sheet of beaten gold, entombed in a hole hollowed out of the 
masonry of the semicircular space at the top of the stair he 
defended so splendidly, which faces, as far as we can judge, 
almost exactly towards Zululand.  There he sits, and will sit 
for ever, for they embalmed him with spices, and put him in an 
air-tight stone coffer, keeping his grim watch beneath the spot 
he held alone against a multitude; and the people say that at 
night his ghost rises and stands shaking the phantom of Inkosi-kaas 
at phantom foes.  Certainly they fear during the dark hours to 
pass the place where the hero is buried.

Oddly enough, too, a new legend or prophecy has arisen in the 
land in that unaccountable way in which such things to arise 
among barbarous and semi-civilized people, blowing, like the 
wind, no man knows whence.  According to this saying, so long 
as the old Zulu sits there, looking down the stairway he defended 
when alive, so long will the New House of the Stairway, springing 
from the union of the Englishman and Nyleptha, endure and flourish; 
but when he is taken from thence, or when, ages after, his bones 
at last crumble into dust, the House will fall, and the Stairway 
shall fall, and the Nation of the Zu-Vendi shall cease to be 
a Nation.




CHAPTER XXIII
I HAVE SPOKEN



It was a week after Nyleptha's visit, when I had begun to get 
about a little in the middle of the day, that a message came 
to me from Sir Henry to say that Sorais would be brought before 
them in the Queen's first antechamber at midday, and requesting 
my attendance if possible.  Accordingly, greatly drawn by curiosity 
to see this unhappy woman once more, I made shift, with the help 
of that kind little fellow Alphonse, who is a perfect treasure 
to me, and that of another waiting-man, to reach the antechamber.  
I got there, indeed, before anybody else, except a few of the 
great Court officials who had been bidden to be present, but 
I had scarcely seated myself before Sorais was brought in by 
a party of guards, looking as beautiful and defiant as ever, 
but with a worn expression on her proud face.  She was, as usual, 
dressed in her royal 'kaf', emblazoned with the emblem of the 
Sun, and in her right hand she still held the toy spear of silver.  
A pang of admiration and pity went through me as I looked at 
her, and struggling to my feet I bowed deeply, at the same time 
expressing my sorrow that I was not able, owing to my condition, 
to remain standing before her.

She coloured a little and then laughed bitterly.  'Thou dost 
forget, Macumazahn,' she said, 'I am no more a Queen, save in 
blood; I am an outcast and a prisoner, one whom all men should 
scorn, and none show deference to.'

'At least,' I replied, 'thou art still a lady, and therefore 
one to whom deference is due.  Also, thou art in an evil case, 
and therefore it is doubly due.'

'Ah!' she answered, with a little laugh, 'thou dost forget that 
I would have wrapped thee in a sheet of gold and hung thee to 
the angel's trumpet at the topmost pinnacle of the Temple.'

'No,' I answered, 'I assure thee that I forgot it not; indeed, 
I often thought of it when it seemed to me that the battle of 
the Pass was turning against us; but the trumpet is there, and 
I am still here, though perchance not for long, so why talk of 
it now?'

'Ah!' she went on, 'the battle! the battle!  Oh, would that I 
were once more a Queen, if only for one little hour, and I would 
take such a vengeance on those accursed jackals who deserted 
me in my need; that it should only be spoken of in whispers; 
those woman, those pigeon-hearted half-breeds who suffered 
temselves to be overcome!' and she choked in her wrath.

'Ay, and that little coward beside thee,' she went on, pointing 
at Alphonse with the silver spear, whereat he looked very 
uncomfortable; 'he escaped and betrayed my plans.  I tried to 
make a general of him, telling the soldiers it was Bougwan, 
and to scourge valour into him' (here Alphonse shivered at 
some unhappy recollection), 'but it was of no avail.  He hid 
beneath a banner in my tent and thus overheard my plans.  
I would that I had slain him, but, alas! I held my hand.

'And thou, Macumazahn, I have hard of what thou didst; thou art 
brave, and hast a loyal heart.  And the black one too, ah, he was 
a man.  I would fain have seen him hurl Nasta from the stairway.'

'Thou art a strange woman, Sorais,' I said; 'I pray thee now 
plead with the Queen Nyleptha, that perchance she may show mercy 
unto thee.'

She laughed out loud.  'I plead for mercy!' she said and at 
that moment the Queen entered, accompanied by Sir Henry and Good, 
and took her seat with an impassive face.  As for poor Good, 
he looked intensely ill at ease.

'Greeting, Sorais!' said Nyleptha, after a short pause.  'Thou 
hast rent the kingdom like a rag, thou hast put thousands of 
my people to the sword, thou hast twice basely plotted to destroy 
my life by murder, thou hast sworn to slay my lord and his companions 
and to hurl me from the Stairway.  What hast thou to say why 
thou shouldst not die?  Speak, O Sorais!'

'Methinks my sister the Queen hath forgotten the chief count 
of the indictment,' answered Sorais in her slow musical tones.  
'It runs thus: "Thou didst strive to win the love of my lord 
Incubu."  It is for this crime that my sister will slay me, not 
because I levied war.  It is perchance happy for thee, Nyleptha, 
that I fixed my mind upon his love too late.

'Listen,' she went on, raising her voice.  'I have nought to 
say save that I would I had won instead of lost.  Do thou with 
me even as thou wilt, O Queen, and let my lord the King there' 
(pointing to Sir Henry) -- 'for now will he be King -- carry 
out the sentence, as it is meet he should, for as he is the beginning 
of the evil, let him also be the end.'  And she drew herself 
up and shot one angry glance at him from her deep fringed eyes, 
and then began to toy with her spear.

Sir Henry bent towards Nyleptha and whispered something that 
I could not catch, and then the Queen spoke.

'Sorais, ever have I been a good sister to thee.  When our father 
died, and there was much talk in the land as to whether thou 
shouldst sit upon the throne with me, I being the elder, I gave 
my voice for thee and said, "Nay, let her sit.  She is twin with 
me; we were born at a birth; wherefore should the one be preferred 
before the other?"  And so has it ever been 'twixt thee and me, 
my sister.  But now thou knowest in what sort thou hast repaid 
me, but I have prevailed, and thy life is forfeit, Sorais.  And 
yet art thou my sister, born at a birth with me, and we played 
together when we were little and loved each other much, and at 
night we slept in the same cot with our arms each around the 
other's neck, and therefore even now does my heart go out to 
thee, Sorais.

'But not for that would I spare thy life, for thy offence has 
been too heavy; it doth drag down the wide wings of my mercy 
even to the ground.  Also, while thou dost live the land will 
never be at peace.

'Yet shalt thou not die, Sorais, because my dear lord here hath 
begged thy life of me as a boon; therefore as a boon and as a 
marriage gift give I it to him, to do with even as he wills, 
knowing that, though thou dost love him, he loves thee not, Sorais, 
for all thy beauty.  Nay, though thou art lovely as the night 
in all her stars, O Lady of the Night, yet it is me his wife 
whom he loves, and not thee, and therefore do I give thy life 
to him.'

Sorais flushed up to her eyes and said nothing, and I do not 
think that I ever saw a man look more miserable than did Sir 
Henry at that moment.  Somehow, Nyleptha's way of putting the 
thing, though true and forcible enough, was not altogether pleasant.

'I understand,' stammered Curtis, looking at Good, 'I understood 
that he were attached -- eh -- attached to -- to the Queen Sorais.  
I am -- eh -- not aware what the -- in short, the state of your 
feelings may be just now; but if they happened to be that way 
inclined, it has struck me that -- in short, it might put a satisfactory 
end to an unpleasant business.  The lady also has ample private 
estates, where I am sure she would be at liberty to live unmolested 
as far as we are concerned, eh, Nyleptha?  Of course, I only 
suggest.'

'So far as I am concerned,' said Good, colouring up, 'I am quite 
willing to forget the past; and if the Lady of the Night thinks 
me worth the taking I will marry her tomorrow, or when she likes, 
and try to make her a good husband.'

All eyes were now turned to Sorais, who stood with that same 
slow smile upon her beautiful face which I had noticed the first 
time that I ever saw her.  She paused a little while, and cleared 
her throat, and then thrice she curtseyed low, once to Nyleptha, 
once to Curtis, and once to Good, and began to speak in measured tones.

'I thank thee, most gracious Queen and royal sister, for the 
loving-kindness thou hast shown me from my youth up, and especially 
in that thou hast been pleased to give my person and my fate 
as a gift to the Lord Incubu -- the King that is to be.  May 
prosperity, peace and plenty deck the life-path of one so merciful 
and so tender, even as flowers do.  Long mayst thou reign, O 
great and glorious Queen, and hold thy husband's love in both 
thy hands, and many be the sons and daughters of thy beauty.  
And I thank thee, my Lord Incubu -- the King that is to be -- 
I thank thee a thousand times in that thou hast been pleased 
to accept that gracious gift, and to pass it on to thy comrade 
in arms and in adventure, the Lord Bougwan.  Surely the act is 
worthy of thy greatness, my Lord Incubu.  And now, lastly, I 
thank thee also, my Lord Bougwan, who in thy turn hast deigned 
to accept me and my poor beauty.  I thank thee a thousand times, 
and I will add that thou art a good and honest man, and I put 
my hand upon my heart and swear that I would that I could say 
thee "yea".  And now that I have rendered thanks to all in turn' 
-- and again she smiled -- 'I will add one short word.

'Little can you understand of me, Queen Nyleptha and my lords, 
if ye know not that for me there is no middle path; that I scorn 
your pity and hate you for it; that I cast off your forgiveness 
as though it were a serpent's sting; and that standing here, 
betrayed, deserted, insulted, and alone, I yet triumph over you, 
mock you, and defy you, one and all, and thus I answer you.' 
 And then, of a sudden, before anybody guessed what she intended 
to do, she drove the little silver spear she carried in her hand 
into her side with such a strong and steady aim that the keen 
point projected through her back, and she fell prone upon the 
pavement.

Nyleptha shrieked, and poor Good almost fainted at the sight, 
while the rest of us rushed towards her.  But Sorais of the Night 
lifted herself upon her hand, and for a moment fixed her glorious 
eyes intently on Curtis' face, as though there were some message 
in the glance, then dropped her head and sighed, and with a sob 
her dark but splendid spirit passed.

Well, they gave her a royal funeral, and there was an end of her.


It was a month after the last act of the Sorais tragedy that 
a great ceremony was held in the Flower Temple, and Curtis was 
formally declared King-Consort of Zu-Vendis.  I was too ill to 
go myself; and indeed, I hate all that sort of thing, with the 
crowds and the trumpet-blowing and banner-waving; but Good, who 
was there (in his full-dress uniform), came back much impressed, 
and told me that Nyleptha had looked lovely, and Curtis had borne 
himself in a right royal fashion, and had been received with 
acclamations that left no doubt as to his popularity.  Also he 
told me that when the horse Daylight was led along in the procession, 
the populace had shouted 'Macumazahn, Macumazahn!' till they 
were hoarse, and would only be appeased when he, Good, rose in 
his chariot and told them that I was too ill to be present.

Afterwards, too, Sir Henry, or rather the King, came to see me, 
looking very tired, and vowing that he had never been so bored 
in his life; but I dare say that that was a slight exaggeration.  
It is not in human nature that a man should be altogether bored 
on such an extraordinary occasion; and, indeed, as I pointed 
out to him, it was a marvellous thing that a man, who but little 
more than one short year before had entered a great country as 
an unknown wanderer, should today be married to its beautiful 
and beloved Queen, and lifted, amidst public rejoicings, to its 
throne.  I even went the length to exhort him in the future not 
to be carried away by the pride and pomp of absolute power, but 
always to strive to remember that he was first a Christian gentleman, 
and next a public servant, called by Providence to a great and 
almost unprecedented trust.  These remarks, which he might fairly 
have resented, he was so good as to receive with patience, and 
even to thank me for making them.

It was immediately after this ceremony that I caused myself to 
be moved to the house where I am now writing.  It is a very pleasant 
country seat, situated about two miles from the Frowning City, 
on to which it looks.  That was five months ago, during the whole 
of which time I have, being confined to a kind of couch, employed 
my leisure in compiling this history of our wanderings from my 
journal and from our joint memories.  It is probable that it 
will never be read, but it does not much matter whether it is 
or not; at any rate, it has served to while away many hours of 
suffering, for I have suffered a deal of pain lately.  Thank God, 
however, there will not be much more of it.


It is a week since I wrote the above, and now I take up my pen 
for the last time, for I know that the end is at hand.  My brain 
is still clear and I can manage to write, though with difficulty.  
The pain in my lung, which has been very bad during the last 
week, has suddenly quite left me, and been succeeded by a feeling 
of numbness of which I cannot mistake the meaning.  And just 
as the pain has gone, so with it all fear of that end has departed, 
and I feel only as though I were going to sink into the arms 
of an unutterable rest.  Happily, contentedly, and with the same 
sense of security with which an infant lays itself to sleep in 
its mother's arms, do I lay myself down in the arms of the Angel 
Death.  All the tremors, all the heart-shaking fears which have 
haunted me through a life that seems long as I looked back upon 
it, have left me now; the storms have passed, and the Star of 
our Eternal Hope shines clear and steady on the horizon that 
seems so far from man, and yet is so very near to me tonight.

And so this is the end of it -- a brief space of troubling, 
a few restless, fevered, anguished years, and then the arms of 
that great Angel Death.  Many times have I been near to them, 
and now it is my turn at last, and it is well.  Twenty-four hours 
more and the world will be gone from me, and with it all its 
hopes and all its fears.  The air will close in over the space 
that my form filled and my place know me no more; for the dull 
breath of the world's forgetfulness will first dim the brightness 
of my memory, and then blot it out for ever, and of a truth I 
shall be dead.  So is it with us all.  How many millions have 
lain as I lie, and thought these thoughts and been forgotten! 
-- thousands upon thousands of years ago they thought them, those 
dying men of the dim past; and thousands on thousands of years 
hence will their descendants think them and be in their turn 
forgotten.  'As the breath of the oxen in winter, as the quick 
star that runs along the sky, as a little shadow that loses itself 
at sunset,' as I once heard a Zulu called Ignosi put it, such 
is the order of our life, the order that passeth away.

Well, it is not a good world -- nobody can say that it is, save 
those who wilfully blind themselves to facts.  How can a world 
be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest 
the guiding star?  The wonder is not that it is so bad, but that 
there should be any good left in it.

Still, now that my life is over, I am glad to have lived, glad 
to have known the dear breath of woman's love, and that true 
friendship which can even surpass the love of woman, glad to 
have heard the laughter of little children, to have seen the 
sun and the moon and the stars, to have felt the kiss of the 
salt sea on my face, and watched the wild game trek down to the 
water in the moonlight.  But I should not wish to live again!

Everything is changing to me.  The darkness draws near, and the 
light departs.  And yet it seems to me that through that darkness 
I can already see the shining welcome of many a long-lost face.  
Harry is there, and others; one above all, to my mind the sweetest 
and most perfect woman that ever gladdened this grey earth.  
But of her I have already written elsewhere, and at length, so 
why speak of her now?  Why speak of her after this long silence, 
now that she is again so near to me, now that I go where she 
has gone?

The sinking sun is turning the golden roof of the great Temple 
to a fiery flame, and my fingers tire.

So to all who have known me, or known of me, to all who can think 
one kindly thought of the old hunter, I stretch out my hand from 
the far-off shore and bid a long farewell.

And now into the hands of Almighty God, who sent it, do I commit 
my spirit.

'I have spoken,' as the Zulus say.




CHAPTER XXIV
BY ANOTHER HAND



A year has elapsed since our most dear friend Allan Quatermain 
wrote the words 'I have spoken' at the end of his record of 
our adventures.  Nor should I have ventured to make any additions 
to the record had it not happened that by a most strange accident 
a chance has arisen of its being conveyed to England.  The chance 
is but a faint one, it is true; but, as it is not probable that 
another will arise in our lifetimes, Good and myself think that 
we may as well avail ourselves of it, such as it is.  During the 
last six months several Frontier Commissions have been at work 
on the various boundaries of Zu-Vendis, with a view of discovering 
whether there exists any possible means of ingress or egress from 
the country, with the result that a channel of communication 
with the outer world hitherto overlooked has been discovered.  
This channel, apparently the only one (for I have discovered that 
it was by it that the native who ultimately reached Mr Mackenzie's 
mission station, and whose arrival in the country, together with 
the fact of his expulsion -- for he did arrive about three 
years before ourselves -- was for reasons of their own kept a 
dead secret by the priests to whom he was brought), is about 
to be effectually closed.  But before this is done, a messenger 
is to be despatched bearing with him this manuscript, and also 
one or two letters from Good to his friends, and from myself 
to my brother George, whom it deeply grieves me to think I shall 
never see again, informing them, as our next heirs, that they 
are welcome to our effects in England, if the Court of Probate 
will allow them to take them {Endnote 22}, inasmuchas we have 
made up our minds never to return to Europe.  Indeed, it would 
be impossible for us to leave Zu-Vendis even if we wished to do so.

The messenger who is to go -- and I wish him joy of his journey 
-- is Alphonse.  For a long while he has been wearied to death 
of Zu-Vendis and its inhabitants.  'Oh, oui, c'est beau,' he 
says, with an expressive shrug; 'mais je m'ennuie; ce n'est pas 
chic.'  Again, he complains dreadfully of the absence of cafes 
and theatres, and moans continually for his lost Annette, of 
whom he says he dreams three times a week.  But I fancy his secret 
cause of disgust at the country, putting aside the homesickness 
to which ever Frenchman is subject, is that the people here laugh 
at him so dreadfully about his conduct on the occasion of the 
great battle of the Pass about eighteen months ago, when he hid 
beneath a banner in Sorais's tent in order to avoid being sent 
forth to fight, which he says would have gone against his conscience.  
Even the little boys call out at him in the streets, thereby 
offending his pride and making his life unbearable.  At any rate, 
he has determined to brave the horrors of a journey of almost 
unprecedented difficulty and danger, and also to run the risk 
of falling into the hands of the French police to answer for 
a certain little indiscretion of his own some years old (though 
I do not consider that a very serious matter), rather than remain 
in ce triste pays.  Poor Alphonse! we shall be very sorry to 
part with him; but I sincerely trust, for his own sake and also 
for the sake of this history, which is, I think, worth giving 
to the world, that he may arrive in safety.  If he does, and 
can carry the treasure we have provided him with in the shape 
of bars of solid gold, he will be, comparatively speaking, a 
rich man for life, and well able to marry his Annette, if she 
is still in the land of the living and willing to marry her Alphonse.

Anyhow, on the chance, I may as well add a word or two to 
dear old Quatermain's narrative.

He died at dawn on the day following that on which he wrote the 
last words of the last chapter.  Nyleptha, Good and myself were 
present, and a most touching and yet in its way beautiful scene 
it was.  An hour before the daybreak it became apparent to us 
that he was sinking, and our distress was very keen.  Indeed, 
Good melted into tears at the idea -- a fact that called forth 
a last gentle flicker of humour from our dying friend, for even 
at that hour he could be humorous.  Good's emotion had, by loosening 
the muscles, naturally caused his eyeglass to fall from its accustomed 
place, and Quatermain, who always observed everything, observed 
this also.

'At last,' he gasped, with an attempt at a smile, 'I have seen 
Good without his eyeglass.'

After that he said no more till the day broke, when he asked 
to be lifted up to watch the rising of the sun for the last time.

'In a very few minutes,' he said, after gazing earnestly at it, 
'I shall have passed through those golden gates.'

Ten minutes afterwards he raised himself and looked us fixedly 
in the face.

'I am going a stranger journey than any we have ever taken together.  
Think of me sometimes,' he murmured.  'God bless you all.  
I shall wait for you.'  And with a sigh he fell back dead.

And so passed away a character that I consider went as near perfection 
as any it has ever been my lot to encounter.

Tender, constant, humorous, and possessing of many of the qualities 
that go to make a poet, he was yet almost unrivalled as a man 
of action and a citizen of the world.  I never knew any one so 
competent to form an accurate judgment of men and their motives.  
'I have studied human nature all my life,' he would say, 'and 
I ought to know something about it,' and he certainly did.  
He had but two faults -- one was his excessive modesty, and the 
other a slight tendency which he had to be jealous of anybody 
on whom he concentrated his affections.  As regards the first 
of these points, anybody who reads what he has written will be 
able to form his own opinion; but I will add one last instance of it.

As the reader will doubtless remember, it is a favourite trick 
of his to talk of himself as a timid man, whereas really, thought 
very cautious, he possessed a most intrepid spirit, and, what 
is more, never lost his head.  Well, in the great battle of the 
Pass, where he got the wound that finally killed him, one would 
imagine from the account which he gives of the occurrence that 
it was a chance blow that fell on him in the scrimmage.  As a 
matter of fact, however, he was wounded in a most gallant and 
successful attempt to save Good's life, at the risk and, as it 
ultimately turned out, at the cost of his own.  Good was down 
on the ground, and one of Nasta's highlanders was about to dispatch 
him, when Quatermain threw himself on to his prostrate form and 
received the blow on his own body, and then, rising, killed the 
soldier.

As regards his jealousy, a single instance which I give in justice 
to myself and Nyleptha will suffice.  The reader will, perhaps, 
recollect that in one or two places he speaks as though Nyleptha 
monopolized me, and he was left by both of us rather out in the 
cold.  Now Nyleptha is not perfect, any more than any other woman 
is, and she may be a little exigeante at times, but as regards 
Quatermain the whole thing is pure imagination.  Thus when he 
complains about my not coming to see him when he is ill, the 
fact was that, in spite of my entreaties, the doctors positively 
forbade it.  Those little remarks of his pained me very much 
when I read them, for I loved Quatermain as dearly as though 
he were my own father, and should never have dreamed of allowing 
my marriage to interfere with that affection.  But let it pass; 
it is, after all, but one little weakness, which makes no great 
show among so many and such lovable virtues.

Well, he died, and Good read the Burial Service over him in the 
presence of Nyleptha and myself; and then his remains were, in 
deference to the popular clamour, accorded a great public funeral, 
or rather cremation.  I could not help thinking, however, as 
I marched in that long and splendid procession up to the Temple, 
how he would have hated the whole thing could he have been there 
to see it, for he had a horror of ostentation.

And so, a few minutes before sunset, on the third night after 
his death, they laid him on the brazen flooring before the altar, 
and waited for the last ray of the setting sun to fall upon his 
face.  Presently it came, and struck him like a golden arrow, 
crowning the pale brows with glory, and then the trumpets blew, 
and the flooring revolved, and all that remained of our beloved 
friend fell into the furnace below.

We shall never see his like again if we live a hundred years.  
He was the ablest man, the truest gentleman, the firmest friend, 
the finest sportsman, and, I believe, the best shot in all Africa.

And so ended the very remarkable and adventurous life of 
Hunter Quatermain.


Since then things have gone very well with us.  Good has been, 
and still is, busily employed in the construction of a navy on 
Lake Milosis and another of the large lakes, by means of which 
we hope to be able to increase trade and commerce, and also to 
overcome some very troublesome and warlike sections of the population 
who live upon their borders.  Poor fellow! he is beginning to 
get over the sad death of that misguided but most attractive 
woman, Sorais, but it is a sad blow to him, for he was really 
deeply attached to her.  I hope, however, that he will in time 
make a suitable marriage and get that unhappy business out of 
his head.  Nyleptha has one or two young ladies in view, especially 
a daughter of Nasta's (who was a widower), a very fine imperial-looking 
girl, but with too much of her father's intriguing, and yet haughty, 
spirit to suit my taste.

As for myself, I should scarcely know where to begin if I set 
to work to describe my doings, so I had best leave them undescribed, 
and content myself with saying that, on the whole, I am getting 
on very well in my curious position of King-Consort -- better, 
indeed, than I had any right to expect.  But, of course, it is 
not all plain sailing, and I find the responsibilities very heavy.  
Still, I hope to be able to do some good in my time, and I intend 
to devote myself to two great ends -- namely, to the consolidation 
of the various clans which together make up the Zu-Vendi people, 
under one strong central government, and to the sapping of the 
power of the priesthood.  The first of these reforms will, if 
it can be carried out, put an end to the disastrous civil wars 
that have for centuries devastated this country; and the second, 
besides removing a source of political danger, will pave the 
road for the introduction of true religion in the place of this 
senseless Sun worship.  I yet hope to see the shadow of the Cross 
of Christ lying on the golden dome of the Flower Temple; or, 
if I do not, that my successors may.

There is one more thing that I intend to devote myself to, and 
that is the total exclusion of all foreigners from Zu-Vendis.  
Not, indeed, that any more are ever likely to get here, but 
if they do, I warn them fairly that they will be shown the shortest 
way out of the country.  I do not say this from any sense of 
inhospitality, but because I am convinced of the sacred duty 
that rests upon me of preserving to this, on the whole, upright 
and generous-hearted people the blessings of comparative barbarism.  
Where would all my brave army be if some enterprising rascal 
were to attack us with field-guns and Martini-Henrys?  I cannot 
see that gunpowder, telegraphs, steam, daily newspapers, universal 
suffrage, etc., etc., have made mankind one whit the happier 
than they used to be, and I am certain that they have brought 
many evils in their train.  I have no fancy for handing over 
this beautiful country to be torn and fought for by speculators, 
tourists, politicians and teachers, whose voice is as the voice 
of Babel, just as those horrible creatures in the valley of the 
underground river tore and fought for the body of the wild swan; 
nor will I endow it with the greed, drunkenness, new diseases, 
gunpowder, and general demoralization which chiefly mark the 
progress of civilization amongst unsophisticated peoples.  If 
in due course it pleases Providence to throw Zu-Vendis open to 
the world, that is another matter; but of myself I will not take 
the responsibility, and I may add that Good entirely approves 
of my decision.  Farewell.

Henry Curtis


December 15, 18--.

PS -- I quite forgot to say that about nine months ago Nyleptha 
(who is very well and, in my eyes at any rate, more beautiful 
than ever) presented me with a son and heir.  He is a regular 
curly-haired, blue-eyed young Englishman in looks, and, though 
he is destined, if he lives, to inherit the throne of Zu-Vendis, 
I hope I may be able to bring him up to become what an English 
gentleman should be, and generally is -- which is to my mind 
even a prouder and a finer thing than being born heir apparent 
to the great House of the Stairway, and, indeed, the highest 
rank that a man can reach upon this earth.

H. C.




NOTE BY GEORGE CURTIS, Esq.



The MS of this history, addressed to me in the handwriting of 
my dear brother Henry Curtis, whom we had given up for dead, 
and bearing the Aden postmark, reached me in safety on December 
20, 18--, or a little more than two years after it left his hands 
in the far centre of Africa, and I hasten to give the astonishing 
story it contains to the world.  Speaking for myself, I have 
read it with very mixed feelings; for though it is a great relief 
to know that he and Good are alive and strangely prosperous, 
I cannot but feel that for me and for all their friends they 
might as well be dead, since we can never hope to see them more.

They have cut themselves off from old England and from their 
homes and their relations for ever, and perhaps, under the 
circumstances, they were right and wise to do so.

How the MS came to be posted I have been quite unable to discover; 
but I presume, from the fact of its being posted at all, that 
the little Frenchman, Alphonse, accomplished his hazardous journey 
in safety.  I have, however, advertised for him and caused various 
inquiries to be made in Marseilles and elsewhere with a view 
of discovering his whereabouts, but so far without the slightest 
success.  Possibly he is dead, and the packet was posted by another 
hand; or possibly he is now happily wedded to his Annette, but 
still fears the vengeance of the law, and prefers to remain incognito.  
I cannot say, I have not yet abandoned my hopes of finding him, 
but I am bound to say that they grow fainter day by day, and 
one great obstacle to my search is that nowhere in the whole 
history does Mr Quatermain mention his surname.  He is always 
spoken of as 'Alphonse', and there are so many Alphonses.  
The letters which my brother Henry says he is sending with the 
packet of manuscript have never arrived, so I presume that they 
are lost or destroyed.

George Curtis




AUTHORITIES



A novelist is not usually asked, like a historian, for his 'Quellen'.  
As I have, however, judging from certain experiences in the 
past, some reason to anticipate such a demand, I wish to acknowledge 
my indebtedness to Mr Thomson's admirable history of travel 'Through 
Masai Land' for much information as to the habits and customs 
of the tribes inhabiting that portion of the East Coast, and 
the country where they live; also to my brother, John G. Haggard, 
RN, HBM's consul at Madagascar, and formerly consul at Lamu, 
for many details furnished by him of the mode of life and war 
of those engaging people the Masai; also to my sister-in-law, 
John Haggard, who kindly put the lines of p. 183 into rhyme for 
me; also to an extract in a review from some book of travel of 
which I cannot recollect the name, to which I owe the idea of 
the great crabs in the valley of the subterranean river.
 {Endnote 23}  But if I remember right, the crabs in the book 
when irritated projected their eyes quite out of their heads.  
I regret that I was not able to 'plagiarize' this effect, but 
I felt that, although crabs may, and doubtless do, behave thus 
in real life, in romance they 'will not do so.'

There is an underground river in 'Peter Wilkins', but at the 
time of writing the foregoing pages I had not read that quaint 
but entertaining work.

It has been pointed out to me that there exists a similarity 
between the scene of Umslopogaas frightening Alphonse with his 
axe and a scene in Far from the Madding Crowd.  I regret this 
coincidence, and believe that the talented author of that work 
will not be inclined to accuse me of literary immorality on 
its account.

Finally, I may say that Mr Quatermain's little Frenchman appears 
to belong to the same class of beings as those English ladies 
whose long yellow teeth and feet of enormous size excite our 
hearty amusement in the pages of the illustrated Gallic press.

The Writer of 'Allan Quatermain'


Endnote 1

Among the Zulus a man assumes the ring, which is made of a species 
of black gum twisted in with the hair, and polished a brilliant 
black, when he has reached a certain dignity and age, or is the 
husband of a sufficient number of wives.  Till he is in a position 
to wear a ring he is looked on as a boy, though he may be thirty-five 
years of age, or even more.  -- A. Q.}


Endnote 2

One of the fleetest of the African antelopes.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 3

Alluding to the Zulu custom of opening the stomach of a dead 
foe.  They have a superstition that, if this is not done, as 
the body of their enemy swells up so will the bodies of those 
who killed him swell up.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 4

No doubt this owl was a wingless bird.  I afterwards learnt that 
the hooting of an owl is a favourite signal among the Masai tribes.  
-- A. Q.


Endnote 5

Since I saw the above I have examined hundreds of these swords, 
but have never been able to discover how the gold plates were 
inlaid in the fretwork.  The armourers who make them in Zu-vendis 
bind themselves by oath not to reveal the secret.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 6

The Masai Elmoran or young warriors can own no property, so all 
the booty they may win in battle belongs to their fathers 
alone.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 7

As I think I have already said, one of Umslopogaas's Zulu names 
was the 'Woodpecker'.  I could never make out why he was called 
so until I saw him in action with Inkosi-kaas, when I at once 
recognized the resemblance.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 8

By a sad coincidence, since the above was written by Mr Quatermain, 
the Masai have, in April 1886, massacred a missionary and his 
wife -- Mr and Mrs Houghton -- on this very Tana River, and at 
the spot described.  These are, I believe, the first white people 
who are known to have fallen victims to this cruel tribe.  -- Editor.


Endnote 9

Mr Allan Quatermain misquotes -- Pleasure sat at the helm.  -- Editor.


Endnote 10

Where Alph the sacred river ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea


Endnote 11

Mr Quatermain does not seem to have been aware that it is common 
for animal-worshipping people to annually sacrifice the beasts 
they adore.  See Herodotus, ii. 45.  -- Editor.


Endnote 12

There is another theory which might account for the origin of 
the Zu-Vendi which does not seem to have struck my friend Mr 
Quatermain and his companions, and that is, that they are descendants 
of the Phoenicians.  The cradle of the Phoenician race is supposed 
to have been have been on the western shore of the Persian Gulf.  
Thence, as there is good evidence to show, they emigrated in 
two streams, one of which took possession of the shores of Palestine, 
while the other is supposed by savants to have immigrated down 
the coast of Eastern Africa where, near Mozambique, signs and 
remains of their occupation are not wanting.  Indeed, it would 
have been very extraordinary if they did not, when leaving the 
Persian Gulf, make straight for the East Coast, seeing that the 
north-east monsoon blows for six months in the year dead in that 
direction, while for the other six months it blows back again.  
And, by the way of illustrating the probability, I may add that 
to this day a very extensive trade is carried on between the 
Persian Gulf and Lamu and other East African ports as far south 
as Madagascar, which is of course the ancient Ebony Isle of the 
'Arabian Nights'.  -- Editor.


Endnote 13

There are twenty-two letters in the Phoenician alphabet 
(see Appendix, Maspero's Histoire ancienne des peuples de 
l'Orient, p. 746, etc.)  Unfortunately Mr Quatermain gives us 
no specimen of the Zu-Vendi writing, but what he here states 
seems to go a long way towards substantiating the theory advanced 
in the note on p. 149.  -- Editor.


Endnote 14

These are internal measurements.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 15

Light was also admitted by sliding shutters under the eaves of 
the dome and in the roof.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 16

This line is interesting as being one of the few allusions to 
be found in the Zu-Vendi ritual to a vague divine essence independent 
of the material splendour of the orb they worship.  'Taia', 
the word used here, has a very indeterminate meaning, and signifies 
essence, vital principle, spirit, or even God.


Endnote 17

Alluding to the Zulu custom.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 18

In Zu-Vendis members of the Royal House can only be married by 
the High Priest or a formally appointed deputy.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 19

Alluding to the Zu-Vendi custom of carrying dead officers on 
a framework of spears.


Endnote 20

The Zu-Vendi people do not use bows.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 21

Of course, the roof of the Temple, being so high, caught the 
light some time before the breaking of the dawn.  -- A. Q.


Endnote 22

Of course the Court of Probate would allow nothing of the 
sort.  -- Editor.


Endnote 23

It is suggested to me that this book is The Cruise of the "Falcon", 
with which work I am personally unacquainted.





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