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SHE AND ALLAN
By H. Rider Haggard

First Published 1921.



                            SHE AND ALLAN

                                  BY

                           H. RIDER HAGGARD



                NOTE BY THE LATE MR. ALLAN QUATERMAIN

My friend, into whose hands I hope that all these manuscripts of mine
will pass one day, of this one I have something to say to you.

A long while ago I jotted down in it the history of the events that it
details with more or less completeness. This I did for my own
satisfaction. You will have noted how memory fails us as we advance in
years; we recollect, with an almost painful exactitude, what we
experienced and saw in our youth, but the happenings of our middle
life slip away from us or become blurred, like a stretch of low-lying
landscape overflowed by grey and nebulous mist. Far off the sun still
seems to shine upon the plains and hills of adolescence and early
manhood, as yet it shines about us in the fleeting hours of our age,
that ground on which we stand to-day, but the valley between is filled
with fog. Yes, even its prominences, which symbolise the more
startling events of that past, often are lost in this confusing fog.

It was an appreciation of these truths which led me to set down the
following details (though of course much is omitted) of my brief
intercourse with the strange and splendid creature whom I knew under
the names of /Ayesha/, or /Hya/, or /She-who-commands/; not indeed
with any view to their publication, but before I forgot them that, if
I wished to do so, I might re-peruse them in the evening of old age to
which I hope to attain.

Indeed, at the time the last thing I intended was that they should be
given to the world even after my own death, because they, or many of
them, are so unusual that I feared lest they should cause smiles and
in a way cast a slur upon my memory and truthfulness. Also, as you
will read, as to this matter I made a promise and I have always tried
to keep my promises and to guard the secrets of others. For these
reasons I proposed, in case I neglected or forgot to destroy them
myself, to leave a direction that this should be done by my executors.
Further, I have been careful to make no allusion /whatever/ to them
either in casual conversation or in anything else that I may have
written, my desire being that this page of my life should be kept
quite private, something known only to myself. Therefore, too, I never
so much as hinted of them to anyone, not even to yourself to whom I
have told so much.

Well, I recorded the main facts concerning this expedition and its
issues, simply and with as much exactness as I could, and laid them
aside. I do not say that I never thought of them again, since amongst
them were some which, together with the problems they suggested,
proved to be of an unforgettable nature.

Also, whenever any of Ayesha's sayings or stories which are not
preserved in these pages came back to me, as has happened from time to
time, I jotted them down and put them away with this manuscript. Thus
among these notes you will find a history of the city of Kr as she
told it to me, which I have omitted here. Still, many of these
remarkable events did more or less fade from my mind, as the image
does from an unfixed photograph, till only their outlines remained,
faint if distinguishable.

To tell the truth, I was rather ashamed of the whole story in which I
cut so poor a figure. On reflection it was obvious to me, although
honesty had compelled me to set out all that is essential exactly as
it occurred, adding nothing and taking nothing away, that I had been
the victim of very gross deceit. This strange woman, whom I had met in
the ruins of a place called Kr, without any doubt had thrown a
glamour over my senses and at the moment almost caused me to believe
much that is quite unbelievable.

For instance, she had told me ridiculous stories as to interviews
between herself and certain heathen goddesses, though it is true that,
almost with her next breath, these she qualified or contradicted.
Also, she had suggested that her life had been prolonged far beyond
our mortal span, for hundreds and hundreds of years, indeed; which, as
Euclid says, is absurd, and had pretended to supernatural powers,
which is still more absurd. Moreover, by a clever use of some hypnotic
or mesmeric power, she had feigned to transport me to some place
beyond the earth and in the Halls of Hades to show me what is veiled
from the eyes of man, and not only me, but the savage warrior
Umhlopekazi, commonly called Umslopogaas of the Axe, who, with Hans, a
Hottentot, was my companion upon that adventure. There were like
things equally incredible, such as her appearance, when all seemed
lost, in the battle with the troll-like Rezu. To omit these, the sum
of it was that I had been shamefully duped, and if anyone finds
himself in that position, as most people have at one time or another
in their lives, Wisdom suggests that he had better keep the
circumstances to himself.

Well, so the matter stood, or rather lay in the recesses of my mind--
and in the cupboard where I hide my papers--when one evening someone,
as a matter of fact it was Captain Good, an individual of romantic
tendencies who is fond, sometimes I think too fond, of fiction,
brought a book to this house which he insisted over and over again
really I must peruse.

Ascertaining that it was a novel I declined, for to tell the truth I
am not fond of romance in any shape, being a person who has found the
hard facts of life of sufficient interest as they stand.

Reading I admit I like, but in this matter, as in everything else, my
range is limited. I study the Bible, especially the Old Testament,
both because of its sacred lessons and of the majesty of the language
of its inspired translators; whereof that of Ayesha, which I render so
poorly from her flowing and melodious Arabic, reminded me. For poetry
I turn to Shakespeare, and, at the other end of the scale, to the
Ingoldsby Legends, many of which I know almost by heart, while for
current affairs I content myself with the newspapers.

For the rest I peruse anything to do with ancient Egypt that I happen
to come across, because this land and its history have a queer
fascination for me, that perhaps has its roots in occurrences or
dreams of which this is not the place to speak. Lastly now and again I
read one of the Latin or Greek authors in a translation, since I
regret to say that my lack of education does not enable me to do so in
the original. But for modern fiction I have no taste, although from
time to time I sample it in a railway train and occasionally am amused
by such excursions into the poetic and unreal.

So it came about that the more Good bothered me to read this
particular romance, the more I determined that I would do nothing of
the sort. Being a persistent person, however, when he went away about
ten o'clock at night, he deposited it by my side, under my nose
indeed, so that it might not be overlooked. Thus it came about that I
could not help seeing some Egyptian hieroglyphics in an oval on the
cover, also the title, and underneath it your own name, my friend, all
of which excited my curiosity, especially the title, which was brief
and enigmatic, consisting indeed of one word, "/She/."

I took up the work and on opening it the first thing my eye fell upon
was a picture of a veiled woman, the sight of which made my heart
stand still, so painfully did it remind me of a certain veiled woman
whom once it had been my fortune to meet. Glancing from it to the
printed page one word seemed to leap at me. It was /Kr/! Now of
veiled women there are plenty in the world, but were there also two
Krs?

Then I turned to the beginning and began to read. This happened in the
autumn when the sun does not rise till about six, but it was broad
daylight before I ceased from reading, or rather rushing through that
book.

Oh! what was I to make of it? For here in its pages (to say nothing of
old Billali, who, by the way lied, probably to order, when he told Mr.
Holly that no white man had visited his country for many generations,
and those gloomy, man-eating Amahagger scoundrels) once again I found
myself face to face with /She-who-commands/, now rendered as /She-who-
must-be-obeyed/, which means much the same thing--in her case at
least; yes, with Ayesha the lovely, the mystic, the changeful and the
imperious.

Moreover the history filled up many gaps in my own limited experiences
of that enigmatical being who was half divine (though, I think, rather
wicked or at any rate unmoral in her way) and yet all woman. It is
true that it showed her in lights very different from and higher than
those in which she had presented herself to me. Yet the substratum of
her character was the same, or rather of her characters, for of these
she seemed to have several in a single body, being, as she said of
herself to me, "not One but Many and not Here but Everywhere."

Further, I found the story of Kallikrates, which I had set down as a
mere falsehood invented for my bewilderment, expanded and explained.
Or rather not explained, since, perhaps that she might deceive, to me
she had spoken of this murdered Kallikrates without enthusiasm, as a
handsome person to whom, because of an indiscretion of her youth, she
was bound by destiny and whose return--somewhat to her sorrow--she
must wait. At least she did so at first, though in the end when she
bared her heart at the moment of our farewell, she vowed she loved him
only and was "appointed" to him "by a divine decree."

Also I found other things of which I knew nothing, such as the Fire of
Life with its fatal gift of indefinite existence, although I remember
that like the giant Rezu whom Umslopogaas defeated, she did talk of a
"Cup of Life" of which she had drunk, that might have been offered to
my lips, had I been politic, bowed the knee and shown more faith in
her and her supernatural pretensions.

Lastly I saw the story of her end, and as I read it I wept, yes, I
confess I wept, although I feel sure that she will return again. Now I
understood why she had quailed and even seemed to shrivel when, in my
last interview with her, stung beyond endurance by her witcheries and
sarcasms, I had suggested that even for her with all her powers, Fate
might reserve one of its shrewdest blows. Some prescience had told her
that if the words seemed random, Truth spoke through my lips,
although, and this was the worst of it, she did not know what weapon
would deal the stroke or when and where it was doomed to fall.

I was amazed, I was overcome, but as I closed that book I made up my
mind, first that I would continue to preserve absolute silence as to
Ayesha and my dealings with her, as, during my life, I was bound by
oath to do, and secondly that I would /not/ cause my manuscript to be
destroyed. I did not feel that I had any right to do so in view of
what already had been published to the world. There let it lie to
appear one day, or not to appear, as might be fated. Meanwhile my lips
were sealed. I would give Good back his book without comment and--buy
another copy!

One more word. It is clear that I did not touch more than the fringe
of the real Ayesha. In a thousand ways she bewitched and deceived me
so that I never plumbed her nature's depths. Perhaps this was my own
fault because from the first I shewed a lack of faith in her and she
wished to pay me back in her own fashion, or perhaps she had other
private reasons for her secrecy. Certainly the character she
discovered to me differed in many ways from that which she revealed to
Mr. Holly and to Leo Vincey, or Kallikrates, whom, it seems, once she
slew in her jealousy and rage.

She told me as much as she thought it fit that I should know, and no
more!

                                                 Allan Quatermain.

The Grange, Yorkshire.





                            SHE AND ALLAN



                              CHAPTER I

                             THE TALISMAN

I believe it was the old Egyptians, a very wise people, probably
indeed much wiser than we know, for in the leisure of their ample
centuries they had time to think out things, who declared that each
individual personality is made up of six or seven different elements,
although the Bible only allows us three, namely, body, soul, and
spirit. The body that the man or woman wore, if I understand their
theory aright which perhaps I, an ignorant person, do not, was but a
kind of sack or fleshly covering containing these different
principles. Or mayhap it did not contain them all, but was simply a
house as it were, in which they lived from time to time and seldom all
together, although one or more of them was present continually, as
though to keep the place warmed and aired.

This is but a casual illustrative suggestion, for what right have I,
Allan Quatermain, out of my little reading and probably erroneous
deductions, to form any judgment as to the theories of the old
Egyptians? Still these, as I understand them, suffice to furnish me
with the text that man is not one, but many, in which connection it
may be remembered that often in Scripture he is spoken of as being the
home of many demons, seven, I think. Also, to come to another far-off
example, the Zulus talk of their witch-doctors as being inhabited by
"a multitude of spirits."

Anyhow of one thing I am quite sure, we are not always the same.
Different personalities actuate us at different times. In one hour
passion of this sort or the other is our lord; in another we are
reason itself. In one hour we follow the basest appetites; in another
we hate them and the spirit arising through our mortal murk shines
within or above us like a star. In one hour our desire is to kill and
spare not; in another we are filled with the holiest compassion even
towards an insect or a snake, and are ready to forgive like a god.
Everything rules us in turn, to such an extent indeed, that sometimes
one begins to wonder whether we really rule anything.

Now the reason of all this homily is that I, Allan, the most practical
and unimaginative of persons, just a homely, half-educated hunter and
trader who chances to have seen a good deal of the particular little
world in which his lot was cast, at one period of my life became the
victim of spiritual longings.

I am a man who has suffered great bereavements in my time such as have
seared my soul, since, perhaps because of my rather primitive and
simple nature, my affections are very strong. By day or night I can
never forget those whom I have loved and whom I believe to have loved
me.

For you know, in our vanity some of us are apt to hold that certain
people with whom we have been intimate upon the earth, really did care
for us and, in our still greater vanity--or should it be called
madness?--to imagine that they still care for us after they have left
the earth and entered on some new state of society and surroundings
which, if they exist, inferentially are much more congenial than any
they can have experienced here. At times, however, cold doubts strike
us as to this matter, of which we long to know the truth. Also behind
looms a still blacker doubt, namely whether they live at all.

For some years of my lonely existence these problems haunted me day by
day, till at length I desired above everything on earth to lay them at
rest in one way or another. Once, at Durban, I met a man who was a
spiritualist to whom I confided a little of my perplexities. He
laughed at me and said that they could be settled with the greatest
ease. All I had to do was to visit a certain local medium who for a
fee of one guinea would tell me everything I wanted to know. Although
I rather grudged the guinea, being more than usually hard up at the
time, I called upon this person, but over the results of that visit,
or rather the lack of them, I draw a veil.

My queer and perhaps unwholesome longing, however, remained with me
and would not be abated. I consulted a clergyman of my acquaintance, a
good and spiritually-minded man, but he could only shrug his shoulders
and refer me to the Bible, saying, quite rightly I doubt not, that
with what it reveals I ought to be contented. Then I read certain
mystical books which were recommended to me. These were full of fine
words, undiscoverable in a pocket dictionary, but really took me no
forwarder, since in them I found nothing that I could not have
invented myself, although while I was actually studying them, they
seemed to convince me. I even tackled Swedenborg, or rather samples of
him, for he is very copious, but without satisfactory results. [Ha!--
JB]

Then I gave up the business.



Some months later I was in Zululand and being near the Black Kloof
where he dwelt, I paid a visit to my acquaintance of whom I have
written elsewhere, the wonderful and ancient dwarf, Zikali, known as
"The-Thing-that-should-never-have-been-born," also more universally
among the Zulus as "Opener-of-Roads." When we had talked of many
things connected with the state of Zululand and its politics, I rose
to leave for my waggon, since I never cared for sleeping in the Black
Kloof if it could be avoided.

"Is there nothing else that you want to ask me, Macumazahn?" asked the
old dwarf, tossing back his long hair and looking at--I had almost
written through--me.

I shook my head.

"That is strange, Macumazahn, for I seem to see something written on
your mind--something to do with spirits."

Then I remembered all the problems that had been troubling me,
although in truth I had never thought of propounding them to Zikali.

"Ah! it comes back, does it?" he exclaimed, reading my thought. "Out
with it, then, Macumazahn, while I am in a mood to answer, and before
I grow tired, for you are an old friend of mine and will so remain
till the end, many years hence, and if I can serve you, I will."

I filled my pipe and sat down again upon the stool of carved red-wood
which had been brought for me.

"You are named 'Opener-of-Roads,' are you not, Zikali?" I said.

"Yes, the Zulus have always called me that, since before the days of
Chaka. But what of names, which often enough mean nothing at all?"

"Only that /I/ want to open a road, Zikali, that which runs across the
River of Death."

"Oho!" he laughed, "it is very easy," and snatching up a little
assegai that lay beside him, he proffered it to me, adding, "Be brave
now and fall on that. Then before I have counted sixty the road will
be wide open, but whether you will see anything on it I cannot tell
you."

Again I shook my head and answered,

"It is against our law. Also while I still live I desire to know
whether I shall meet certain others on that road after my time has
come to cross the River. Perhaps you who deal with spirits, can prove
the matter to me, which no one else seems able to do."

"Oho!" laughed Zikali again. "What do my ears hear? Am I, the poor
Zulu cheat, as you will remember once you called me, Macumazahn, asked
to show that which is hidden from all the wisdom of the great White
People?"

"The question is," I answered with irritation, "not what you are asked
to do, but what you can do."

"That I do not know yet, Macumazahn. Whose spirits do you desire to
see? If that of a woman called Mameena is one of them, I think that
perhaps I whom she loved----"[*]

[*] For the history of Mameena see the book called "Child of Storm."--
    Editor.

"She is /not/ one of them, Zikali. Moreover, if she loved you, you
paid back her love with death."

"Which perhaps was the kindest thing I could do, Macumazahn, for
reasons that you may be able to guess, and others with which I will
not trouble you. But if not hers, whose? Let me look, let me look!
Why, there seems to be two of them, head-wives, I mean, and I thought
that white men only took one wife. Also a multitude of others; their
faces float up in the water of your mind. An old man with grey hair,
little children, perhaps they were brothers and sisters, and some who
may be friends. Also very clear indeed that Mameena whom you do not
wish to see. Well, Macumazahn, this is unfortunate, since she is the
only one whom I can show you, or rather put you in the way of finding.
Unless indeed there are other Kaffir women----"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, Macumazahn, that only black feet travel on the road which I
can open; over those in which ran white blood I have no power."

"Then it is finished," I said, rising again and taking a step or two
towards the gate.

"Come back and sit down, Macumazahn. I did not say so. Am I the only
ruler of magic in Africa, which I am told is a big country?"

I came back and sat down, for my curiosity, a great failing with me,
was excited.

"Thank you, Zikali," I said, "but I will have no dealings with more of
your witch-doctors."

"No, no, because you are afraid of them; quite without reason,
Macumazahn, seeing that they are all cheats except myself. I am the
last child of wisdom, the rest are stuffed with lies, as Chaka found
out when he killed every one of them whom he could catch. But perhaps
there might be a white doctor who would have rule over white spirits."

"If you mean missionaries----" I began hastily.

"No, Macumazahn, I do not mean your praying men who are cast in one
mould and measured with one rule, and say what they are taught to say,
not thinking for themselves."

"Some of them think, Zikali."

"Yes, and then the others fall on them with big sticks. The real
priest is he to whom the Spirit comes, not he who feeds upon its
wrappings, and speaks through a mask carved by his father's fathers. I
am a priest like that, which is why all my fellowship have hated me."

"If so, you have paid back their hate, Zikali, but cease to cast round
the lion, like a timid hound, and tell me what you mean. Of whom do
you speak?"

"That is the trouble, Macumazahn. I do not know. This lion, or rather
lioness, lies hid in the caves of a very distant mountain and I have
never seen her--in the flesh."

"Then how can you talk of what you have never seen?"

"In the same way, Macumazahn, that your priests talk of what they have
never seen, because they, or a few of them, have knowledge of it. I
will tell you a secret. All seers who live at the same time, if they
are great, commune with each other because they are akin and their
spirits meet in sleep or dreams. Therefore I know of a mistress of our
craft, a very lioness among jackals, who for thousands of years has
lain sleeping in the northern caves and, humble though I am, she knows
of me."

"Quite so," I said, yawning, "but perhaps, Zikali, you will come to
the point of the spear. What of her? How is she named, and if she
exists will she help me?"

"I will answer your question backwards, Macumazahn. I think that she
will help you if you help her, in what way I do not know, because
although witch-doctors sometimes work without pay, as I am doing now,
Macumazahn, witch-doctoresses never do. As for her name, the only one
that she has among our company is 'Queen,' because she is the first of
all of them and the most beauteous among women. For the rest I can
tell you nothing, except that she has always been and I suppose, in
this shape or in that, will always be while the world lasts, because
she has found the secret of life unending."

"You mean that she is immortal, Zikali," I answered with a smile.

"I do not say that, Macumazahn, because my little mind cannot shape
the thought of immortality. But when I was a babe, which is far ago,
she had lived so long that scarce would she knew the difference
between then and now, and already in her breast was all wisdom
gathered. I know it, because although, as I have said, we have never
seen each other, at times we walk together in our sleep, for thus she
shares her loneliness, and I think, though this may be but a dream,
that last night she told me to send you on to her to seek an answer to
certain questions which you would put to me to-day. Also to me she
seemed to desire that you should do her a service; I know not what
service."

Now I grew angry and asked,

"Why does it please you to fool me, Zikali, with such talk as this? If
there is any truth in it, show me where the woman called /Queen/ lives
and how I am to come to her."

The old wizard took up the little assegai which he had offered to me
and with its blade raked our ashes from the fire that always burnt in
front of him. While he did so, he talked to me, as I thought in a
random fashion, perhaps to distract my attention, of a certain white
man whom he said I should meet upon my journey and of his affairs,
also of other matters, none of which interested me much at the time.
These ashes he patted down flat and then on them drew a map with the
point of his spear, making grooves for streams, certain marks for bush
and forest, wavy lines for water and swamps and little heaps for
hills.

When he had finished it all he bade me come round the fire and study
the picture across which by an after-thought he drew a wandering
furrow with the edge of the assegai to represent a river, and gathered
the ashes in a lump at the northern end to signify a large mountain.

"Look at it well, Macumazahn," he said, "and forget nothing, since if
you make this journey and forget, you die. Nay, no need to copy it in
that book of yours, for see, I will stamp it on your mind."

Then suddenly he gathered up the warm ashes in a double handful and
threw them into my face, muttering something as he did so and adding
aloud,

"There, now you will remember."

"Certainly I shall," I answered, coughing, "and I beg that you will
not play such a joke upon me again."

As a matter of fact, whatever may have been the reason, I never forgot
any detail of that extremely intricate map.

"That big river must be the Zambesi," I stuttered, "and even then the
mountain of your Queen, if it be her mountain, is far away, and how
can I come there alone?"

"I don't know, Macumazahn, though perhaps you might do so in company.
At least I believe that in the old days people used to travel to the
place, since I have heard a great city stood there once which was the
heart of a mighty empire."

Now I pricked up my ears, for though I believed nothing of Zikali's
story of a wonderful Queen, I was always intensely interested in past
civilisations and their relics. Also I knew that the old wizard's
knowledge was extensive and peculiar, however he came by it, and I did
not think that he would lie to me in this matter. Indeed to tell the
truth, then and there I made up my mind that if it were in any way
possible, I would attempt this journey.

"How did people travel to the city, Zikali?"

"By sea, I suppose, Macumazahn, but I think that you will be wise not
to try that road, since I believe that on the sea side the marshes are
now impassable and you will be safer on your feet."

"You want me to go on this adventure, Zikali. Why? I know you never do
anything without motive."

"Oho! Macumazahn, you are clever and see deeper into the trunk of a
tree than most. Yes, I want you to go for three reasons. First, that
you may satisfy your soul on certain matters and I would help you to
do so. Secondly, because I want to satisfy mine, and thirdly, because
I know that you will come back safe to be a prop to me in things that
will happen in days unborn. Otherwise I would have told you nothing of
this story, since it is necessary to me that you should remain living
beneath the sun."

"Have done, Zikali. What is it that you desire?"

"Oh! a great deal that I shall get, but chiefly two things, so with
the rest I will not trouble you. First I desire to know to know
whether these dreams of mine of a wonderful white witch-doctoress, or
witch, and of my converse with her are indeed more than dreams. Next I
would learn whether certain plots of mine at which I have worked for
years, will succeed."

"What plots, Zikali, and how can my taking a distant journey tell you
anything about them?"

"You know them well enough, Macumazahn; they have to do with the
overthrow of a Royal House that has worked me bitter wrong. As to how
your journey can help me, why, thus. You shall promise to me to ask of
this Queen whether Zikali, Opener-of-Roads, shall triumph or be
overthrown in that on which he has set his heart."

"As you seem to know this witch so well, why do you not ask her
yourself, Zikali?"

"To ask is one thing, Macumazahn. To get an answer is another. I have
asked in the watches of the night, and the reply was, 'Come hither and
perchance I will tell you.' 'Queen,' I said, 'how can I come save in
the spirit, who am an ancient and a crippled dwarf scarcely able to
stand upon my feet?'

"'Then send a messenger, Wizard, and be sure that he is white, for of
black savages I have seen more than enough. Let him bear a token also
that he comes from you and tell me of it in your sleep. Moreover let
that token be something of power which will protect him on the
journey.'

"Such is the answer that comes to me in my dreams, Macumazahn."

"Well, what token will you give me, Zikali?"

He groped about in his robe and produced a piece of ivory of the size
of a large chessman, that had a hole in it, through which ran a
plaited cord of the stiff hairs from an elephant's tail. On this
article, which was of a rusty brown colour, he breathed, then having
whispered to it for a while, handed it to me.

I took the talisman, for such I guessed it to be, idly enough, held it
to the light to examine it, and started back so violently that almost
I let it fall. I do not quite know why I started, but I think it was
because some influence seemed to leap from it to me. Zikali started
also and cried out,

"Have a care, Macumazahn. Am I young that I can bear bring dashed to
the ground?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, still staring at the thing which I
perceived to be a most wonderfully fashioned likeness of the old dwarf
himself as he appeared before me crouched upon the ground. There were
the deepset eyes, the great head, the toad-like shape, the long hair,
all.

"It is a clever carving, is it not, Macumazahn? I am skilled in that
art, you know, and therefore can judge of carving."

"Yes, I know," I answered, bethinking me of another statuette of his
which he had given to me on the morrow of the death of her from whom
it was modelled. "But what of the thing?"

"Macumazahn, it has come down to me through the ages. As you may have
heard, all great doctors when they die pass on their wisdom and
something of their knowledge to another doctor of spirits who is still
living on the earth, that nothing may be lost, or as little as
possible. Also I have learned that to such likenesses as these may be
given the strength of him or her from whom they were shaped."

Now I bethought me of the old Egyptians and their /Ka/ statues of
which I had read, and that these statues, magically charmed and set in
the tombs of the departed, were supposed to be inhabited everlastingly
by the Doubles of the dead endued with more power even than ever these
possessed in life. But of this I said nothing to Zikali, thinking that
it would take too much explanation, though I wondered very much how he
had come by the same idea.

"When that ivory is hung over your heart, Macumazahn, where you must
always wear it, learn that with it goes the strength of Zikali; the
thought that would have been his thought and the wisdom that is his
wisdom, will be your companions, as much as though he walked at your
side and could instruct you in every peril. Moreover north and south
and east and west this image is known to men who, when they see it,
will bow down and obey, opening a road to him who wears the medicine
of the Opener-of-Roads."

"Indeed," I said, smiling, "and what is this colour on the ivory?"

"I forget, Macumazahn, who have had it a great number of years, ever
since it descended to me from a forefather of mine, who was fashioned
in the same mould as I am. It looks like blood, does it not? It is a
pity that Mameena is not still alive, since she whose memory was so
excellent might have been able to tell you," and as he spoke, with a
motion that was at once sure and swift, he threw the loop of elephant
hair over my head.

Hastily I changed the subject, feeling that after his wont this old
wizard, the most terrible man whom ever I knew, who had been so much
concerned with the tragic death of Mameena, was stabbing at me in some
hidden fashion.

"You tell me to go on this journey," I said, "and not alone. Yet for
companion you give me only an ugly piece of ivory shaped as no man
ever was," here I got one back at Zikali, "and from the look of it,
steeped in blood, which ivory, if I had my way, I would throw into the
camp fire. Who, then, am I to take with me?"

"Don't do that, Macumazahn--I mean throw the ivory into the fire--
since I have no wish to burn before my time, and if you do, you who
have worn it might burn with me. At least certainly you would die with
the magic thing and go to acquire knowledge more quickly than you
desire. No, no, and do not try to take it off your neck, or rather try
if you will."

I did try, but something seemed to prevent me from accomplishing my
purpose of giving the carving back to Zikali as I wished to do. First
my pipe got in the way of my hand, then the elephant hairs caught in
the collar of my coat; then a pang of rheumatism to which I was
accustomed from an old lion-bite, developed of a sudden in my arm, and
lastly I grew tired of bothering about the thing.

Zikali, who had been watching my movements, burst out into one of his
terrible laughs that seemed to fill the whole kloof and to re-echo
from its rocky walls. It died away and he went on, without further
reference to the talisman or image.

"You asked whom you were to take with you, Macumazahn. Well, as to
this I must make inquiry of those who know. Man, my medicines!"

From the shadows in the hut behind darted out a tall figure carrying a
great spear in one hand and in the other a catskin bag which with a
salute he laid down at the feet of his master. This salute, by the
way, was that of a Zulu word which means "Lord" or "Home" of Ghosts.

Zikali groped in the bag and produced from it certain knuckle-bones.

"A common method," he muttered, "such as every vulgar wizard uses, but
one that is quick and, as the matter concerned is small, will serve my
turn. Let us see now, whom you shall take with you, Macumazahn."

Then he breathed upon the bones, shook them up in his thin hands and
with a quick turn of the wrist, threw them into the air. After this he
studied them carefully, where they lay among the ashes which he had
raked out of the fire, those that he had used for the making of his
map.

"Do you know a man named Umslopogaas, Macumazahn, the chief of a tribe
that is called The People of the Axe, whose titles of praise are
Bulalio or the Slaughterer, and Woodpecker, the latter from the way he
handles his ancient axe? He is a savage fellow, but one of high blood
and higher courage, a great captain in his way, though he will never
come to anything, save a glorious death--in your company, I think,
Macumazahn." (Here he studied the bones again for a while.) "Yes, I am
sure, in your company, though not upon this journey."

"I have heard of him," I answered cautiously. "It is said in the land
that he is a son of Chaka, the great king of the Zulus."

"Is it, Macumazahn? And is it said also that he was the slayer of
Chaka's brother, Dingaan, also the lover of the fairest woman that the
Zulus have ever seen, who was called Nada the Lily? Unless indeed a
certain Mameena, who, I seem to remember, was a friend of yours, may
have been even more beautiful?"

"I know nothing of Nada the Lily," I answered.

"No, no, Mameena, 'the Waiting Wind,' has blown over her fame, so why
should you know of one who has been dead a long while? Why also,
Macumazahn, do you always bring women into every business? I begin to
believe that although you are so strict in a white man's fashion, you
must be too fond of them, a weakness which makes for ruin to any man.
Well, now, I think that this wolf-man, this axe-man, this warrior,
Umslopogaas should be a good fellow to you on your journey to visit
the white witch, Queen--another woman by the way, Macumazahn, and
therefore one of whom you should be careful. Oh! yes, he will come
with you--because of a man called Lousta and a woman named Monazi, a
wife of his who hates him and does--not hate Lousta. I am almost sure
that he will come with you, so do not stop to ask questions about
him."

"Is there anyone else?" I inquired.

Zikali glanced at the bones again, poking them about in the ashes with
his toe, then replied with a yawn,

"You seem to have a little yellow man in your service, a clever snake
who knows how to creep through grass, and when to strike and when to
lie hidden. I should take him too, if I were you."

"You know well that I have such a man, Zikali, a Hottentot named Hans,
clever in his way but drunken, very faithful too, since he loved my
father before me. He is cooking my supper in the waggon now. Are there
to be any others?"

"No, I think you three will be enough, with a guard of soldiers from
the People of the Axe, for you will meet with fighting and a ghost or
two. Umslopogaas has always one at his elbow named Nada, and perhaps
you have several. For instance, there was a certain Mameena whom I
always seem to feel about me when you are near, Macumazahn.

"Why, the wind is rising again, which is odd on so still an evening.
Listen to how it wails, yes, and stirs your hair, though mine hangs
straight enough. But why do I talk of ghosts, seeing that you travel
to seek other ghosts, white ghosts, beyond my ken, who can only deal
with those who were black?

"Good-night, Macumazahn, good-night. When you return from visiting the
white Queen, that Great One beneath those feet I, Zikali, who am also
great in my way, am but a grain of dust, come and tell me her answer
to my question.

"Meanwhile, be careful always to wear that pretty little image which I
have given you, as a young lover sometimes wears a lock of hair cut
from the head of some fool-girl that he thinks is fond of him. It will
bring you safety and luck, Macumazahn, which, for the most part, is
more than the lock of hair does to the lover. Oh! it is a strange
world, full of jest to those who can see the strings that work it. I
am one of them, and perhaps, Macumazahn, you are another, or will be
before all is done--or begun.

"Good-night, and good fortune to you on your journeyings, and,
Macumazahn, although you are so fond of women, be careful not to fall
in love with that white Queen, because it would make others jealous; I
mean some who you have lost sight of for a while, also I think that
being under a curse of her own, she is not one whom you can put into
your sack. /Oho! Oho-ho!/ Slave, bring me my blanket, it grows cold,
and my medicine also, that which protects me from the ghosts, who are
thick to-night. Macumazahn brings them, I think. /Oho-ho!/"

I turned to depart but when I had gone a little way Zikali called me
back again and said, speaking very low,

"When you meet this Umslopogaas, as you will meet him, he who is
called the Woodpecker and the Slaughterer, say these words to him,

"'A bat has been twittering round the hut of the Opener-of-Roads, and
to his ears it squeaked the name of a certain Lousta and the name of a
woman called Monazi. Also it twittered another greater name that may
not be uttered, that of an elephant who shakes the earth, and said
that this elephant sniffs the air with his trunk and grows angry, and
sharpens his tusks to dig a certain Woodpecker out of his hole in a
tree that grows near the Witch Mountain. Say, too, that the Opener-of-
Roads thinks that this Woodpecker would be wise to fly north for a
while in the company of one who watches by night, lest harm should
come to a bird that pecks at the feet of the great and chatters of it
in his nest.'"



Then Zikali waved his hand and I went, wondering into what plot I had
stumbled.



                              CHAPTER II

                            THE MESSENGERS

I did not rest as I should that night who somehow was never able to
sleep well in the neighbourhood of the Black Kloof. I suppose that
Zikali's constant talk about ghosts, with his hints and innuendoes
concerning those who were dead, always affected my nerves till, in a
subconscious way, I began to believe that such things existed and were
hanging about me. Many people are open to the power of suggestion, and
I am afraid that I am one of them.

However, the sun which has such strength to kill noxious things, puts
an end to ghosts more quickly even than it does to other evil vapours
and emanations, and when I woke up to find it shining brilliantly in a
pure heaven, I laughed with much heartiness over the whole affair.

Going to the spring near which we were outspanned, I took off my shirt
to have a good wash, still chuckling at the memory of all the hocus-
pocus of my old friend, the Opener-of-Roads.

While engaged in this matutinal operation I struck my hand against
something and looking, observed that it was the hideous little ivory
image of Zikali, which he had set about my neck. The sight of the
thing and the memory of his ridiculous talk about it, especially of
its assertion that it had come down to him through the ages, which it
could not have done, seeing that it was a likeness of himself,
irritated me so much that I proceeded to take it off with the full
intention of throwing it into the spring.

As I was in the act of doing this, from a clump of reeds mixed with
bushes, quite close to me, there came a sound of hissing, and suddenly
above them appeared the head of a great black /immamba/, perhaps the
deadliest of all our African snakes, and the only one I know which
will attack man without provocation.

Leaving go of the image, I sprang back in a great hurry towards where
my gun lay. Then the snake vanished and making sure that it had
departed to its hole, which was probably at a distance, I returned to
the pool, and once more began to take off the talisman in order to
consign it to the bottom of the pool.

After all, I reflected, it was a hideous and probably a blood-stained
thing which I did not in the least wish to wear about my neck like a
lady's love-token.

Just as it was coming over my head, suddenly from the other side of
the bush that infernal snake popped up again, this time, it was clear,
really intent on business. It began to move towards me in the
lightning-like way /immambas/ have, hissing and flicking its tongue.

I was too quick for my friend, however, for snatching up the gun that
I had lain down beside me, I let it have a charge of buckshot in the
neck which nearly cut it in two, so that it fell down and expired with
hideous convulsive writhings.

Hearing the shot Hans came running from the waggon to see what was the
matter. Hans, I should say, was that same Hottentot who had been the
companion of most of my journeyings since my father's day. He was with
me when as a young fellow I accompanied Retief to Dingaan's kraal, and
like myself, escaped the massacre.[*] Also we shared many other
adventures, including the great one in the Land of the Ivory Child
where he slew the huge elephant-god, Jana, and himself was slain. But
of this journey we did not dream in those days.

[*] See the book called "Marie."--Editor.

For the rest Hans was a most entirely unprincipled person, but as the
Boers say, "as clever as a waggonload of monkeys." Also he drank when
he got the chance. One good quality he had, however; no man was ever
more faithful, and perhaps it would be true to say that neither man
nor woman ever loved me, unworthy, quite so well.

In appearance he rather resembled an antique and dilapidated baboon;
his face was wrinkled like a dried nut and his quick little eyes were
bloodshot. I never knew what his age was, any more than he did
himself, but the years had left him tough as whipcord and absolutely
untiring. Lastly he was perhaps the best hand at following a spoor
that ever I knew and up to a hundred and fifty yards or so, a very
deadly shot with a rifle especially when he used a little single-
barrelled, muzzle-loading gun of mine made by Purdey which he named
/Intombi/ or Maiden. Of that gun, however, I have written in "The Holy
Flower" and elsewhere.

"What is it, Baas?" he asked. "Here there are no lions, nor any game."

"Look the other side of the bush, Hans."

He slipped round it, making a wide circle with his usual caution,
then, seeing the snake which was, by the way, I think, the biggest
/immamba/ I ever killed, suddenly froze, as it were, in a stiff
attitude that reminded me of a pointer when it scents game. Having
made sure that it was dead, he nodded and said,

"Black /'mamba/, or so you would call it, though I know it for
something else."

"What else, Hans?"

"One of the old witch-doctor Zikali's spirits which he sets at the
mouth of this kloof to warn him of who comes or goes. I know it well,
and so do others. I saw it listening behind a stone when you were up
the kloof last evening talking with the Opener-of-Roads."

"Then Zikali will lack a spirit," I answered, laughing, "which perhaps
he will not miss amongst so many. It serves him right for setting the
brute on me."

"Quite so, Baas. He will be angry. I wonder why he did it?" he added
suspiciously, "seeing that he is such a friend of yours."

"He didn't do it, Hans. These snakes are very fierce and give battle,
that is all."

Hans paid no attention to my remark, which probably he thought only
worthy of a white man who does not understand, but rolled his yellow,
bloodshot eyes about, as though in search of explanations. Presently
they fell upon the ivory that hung about my neck, and he started.

"Why do you wear that pretty likeness of the Great One yonder over
your heart, as I have known you do with things that belonged to women
in past days, Baas? Do you know that it is Zikali's Great Medicine,
nothing less, as everyone does throughout the land? When Zikali sends
an order far away, he always sends that image with it, for then he who
receives the order knows that he must obey or die. Also the messenger
knows that he will come to no harm if he does not take it off,
because, Baas, the image is Zikali himself, and Zikali is the image.
They are one and the same. Also it is the image of his father's
father's father--or so he says."

"That is an odd story," I said.

Then I told Hans as much as I thought advisable of how this horrid
little talisman came into my possession.

Hans nodded without showing any surprise.

"So we are going on a long journey," he said. "Well, I thought it was
time that we did something more than wander about these tame countries
selling blankets to stinking old women and so forth, Baas. Moreover,
Zikali does not wish that you should come to harm, doubtless because
he does wish to make use of you afterwards--oh! it's safe to talk now
when that spirit is away looking for another snake. What were you
doing with the Great Medicine, Baas, when the /'mamba/ attacked you?"

"Taking it off to throw it into the pool, Hans, as I do not like the
thing. I tried twice and each time the /immamba/ appeared."

"Of course it appeared, Baas, and what is more, if you had taken that
Medicine off and thrown it away /you/ would have disappeared, since
the /'mamba/ would have killed you. Zikali wanted to show you that,
Baas, and that is why he set the snake at you."

"You are a superstitious old fool, Hans."

"Yes, Baas, but my father knew all about that Great Medicine before
me, for he was a bit of a doctor, and so does every wizard and witch
for a thousand miles or more. I tell you, Baas, it is known by all
though no one ever talks about it, no, not even the king himself.
Baas, speaking to you, not with the voice of Hans the old drunkard,
but with that of the Predikant, your reverend father, who made so good
a Christian of me and who tells me to do so from up in Heaven where
the hot fires are which the wood feeds of itself, I beg you not to try
to throw away the Medicine again, or if you wish to do so, to leave me
behind on this journey. For you see, Baas, although I am now so good,
almost like one of those angels with the pretty goose's wings in the
pictures, I feel that I should like to grow a little better before I
go to the Place of Fires to make report to your reverend father, the
Predikant."

Thinking of how horrified my dear father would be if he could hear all
this string of ridiculous nonsense and learn the result of his moral
and religious lessons on raw Hottentot material, I burst out laughing.
But Hans went on as gravely as a judge,

"Wear the Great Medicine, Baas, wear it; part with the liver inside
you before you part with that, Baas. It may not be as pretty or smell
as sweet as a woman's hair in a little gold bottle, but it is much
more useful. The sight of the woman's hair will only make you sick in
your stomach and cause you to remember a lot of things which you had
much better forget, but the Great Medicine, or rather Zikali who is in
it, will keep the assegais and sickness out of you and turn back bad
magic on to the heads of those who sent it, and always bring us plenty
to eat and perhaps, if we are lucky, a little to drink too sometimes."

"Go away," I said, "I want to wash."

"Yes, Baas, but with the Baas's leave I will sit on the other side of
that bush with the gun--not to look at the Baas without his clothes,
because white people are always so ugly that it makes me feel ill to
see them undressed, also because--the Baas will forgive me--but
because they smell. No, not for that, but just to see that no other
snake comes."

"Get out of the road, you dirty little scoundrel, and stop your
impudence," I said, lifting my foot suggestively.

Thereon he scooted with a subdued grin round the other side of the
bush, whence as I knew well he kept his eye fixed on me to be sure
that I made no further attempt to take off the Great Medicine.



Now of this talisman I may as well say at once that I am no believer
in it or its precious influences. Therefore, although it was useful
sometimes, notably twice when Umslopogaas was concerned, I do not know
whether personally I should have done better or worse upon that
journey if I had thrown it into the pool.

It is true, however, that until quite the end of this history when it
became needful to do so to save another, I never made any further
attempt to remove it from my neck, not even when it rubbed a sore in
my skin, because I did not wish to offend the prejudices of Hans.

It is true, moreover, that this hideous ivory had a reputation which
stretched very far from the place where it was made and was regarded
with great reverence by all kinds of queer people, even by the
Amahagger themselves, of whom presently, as they say in pedigrees, a
fact of which I found sundry proofs. Indeed, I saw a first example of
it when a little while later I met that great warrior, Umslopogaas,
Chief of the People of the Axe.

For, after determining firmly, for reasons which I will set out, that
I would not visit this man, in the end I did so, although by then I
had given up any idea of journeying across the Zambesi to look for a
mysterious and non-existent witch-woman, as Zikali had suggested that
I should do. To begin with I knew that his talk was all rubbish and,
even if it were not, that at the bottom of it was some desire of the
Opener-of-Roads that I should make a path for him to travel towards an
indefinite but doubtless evil object of his own. Further, by this time
I had worn through that mood of mine which had caused me to yearn for
correspondence with the departed and a certain knowledge of their
existence.

I wonder whether many people understand, as I do, how entirely
distinct and how variable are these moods which sway us, or at any
rate some of us, at sundry periods of our lives. As I think I have
already suggested, at one time we are all spiritual; at another all
physical; at one time we are sure that our lives here are as a dream
and a shadow and that the real existence lies elsewhere; at another
that these brief days of ours are the only business with which we have
to do and that of it we must make the best. At one time we think our
loves much more immortal than the stars; at another that they are mere
shadows cast by the baleful sun of desire upon the shallow and
fleeting water we call Life which seems to flow out of nowhere into
nowhere. At one time we are full of faith, at another all such hopes
are blotted out by a black wall of Nothingness, and so on /ad
infinitum/. Only very stupid people, or humbugs, are or pretend to be,
always consistent and unchanging.

To return, I determined not only that I would not travel north to seek
that which no living man will ever find, certainty as to the future,
but also, to show my independence of Zikali, that I would not visit
this chief, Umslopogaas. So, having traded all my goods and made a
fair profit (on paper), I set myself to return to Natal, proposing to
rest awhile in my little house at Durban, and told Hans my mind.

"Very good, Baas," he said. "I, too, should like to go to Durban.
There are lots of things there that we cannot get here," and he fixed
his roving eye upon a square-faced gin bottle, which as it happened
was filled with nothing stronger than water, because all the gin was
drunk. "Yet, Baas, we shall not see the Berea for a long while."

"Why do you say that?" I asked sharply.

"Oh! Baas, I don't know, but you went to visit the Opener-of-Roads,
did you not, and he told you to go north and lent you a certain Great
Medicine, did he not?"

Here Hands proceeded to light his corncob pipe with an ash from the
fire, all the time keeping his beady eyes fixed upon that part of me
where he knew the talisman was hung.

"Quite true, Hans, but now I mean to show Zikali that I am not his
messenger, for south or north or east or west. So to-morrow morning we
cross the river and trek for Natal."

"Yes, Baas, but then why not cross it this evening? There is still
light."

"I have said that we will cross it to-morrow morning," I answered with
that firmness which I have read always indicates a man of character,
"and I do not change my word."

"No, Baas, but sometimes other things change besides words. Will the
Baas have that buck's leg for supper, or the stuff out of a tin with a
dint in it, which we bought at a store two years ago? The flies have
got at the buck's leg, but I cut out the bits with the maggots on it
and ate them myself."



Hans was right, things do change, especially the weather. That night,
unexpectedly, for when I turned in the sky seemed quite serene, there
came a terrible rain long before it was due, which lasted off and on
for three whole days and continued intermittently for an indefinite
period. Needless to say the river, which it would have been so easy to
cross on this particular evening, by the morning was a raging torrent,
and so remained for several weeks.

In despair at length I trekked south to where a ford was reported,
which, when reached, proved impracticable.

I tried another, a dozen miles further on, which was very hard to come
to over boggy land. It looked all right and we were getting across
finely, when suddenly one of the wheels sank in an unsuspected hole
and there we stuck. Indeed, I believe the waggon, or bits of it, would
have remained in the neighbourhood of that ford to this day, had I not
managed to borrow some extra oxen belonging to a Christian Kaffir, and
with their help to drag it back to the bank whence we had started.

As it happened I was only just in time, since a new storm which had
burst further up the river, brought it down in flood again, a very
heavy flood.

In this country, England, where I write, there are bridges everywhere
and no one seems to appreciate them. If they think of them at all it
is to grumble about the cost of their upkeep. I wish they could have
experienced what a lack of them means in a wild country during times
of excessive rain, and the same remark applied to roads. You should
think more of your blessings, my friends, as the old woman said to her
complaining daughter who had twins two years running, adding that they
might have been triplets.

To return--after this I confessed myself beaten and gave up until such
time as it should please Providence to turn off the water-tap.
Trekking out of sight of that infernal river which annoyed me with its
constant gurgling, I camped on a comparatively dry spot that
overlooked a beautiful stretch of rolling veld. Towards sunset the
clouds lifted and I saw a mile or two away a most extraordinary
mountain on the lower slopes of which grew a dense forest. Its upper
part, which was of bare rock, looked exactly like the seated figure of
a grotesque person with the chin resting on the breast. There was the
head, there were the arms, there were the knees. Indeed, the whole
mass of it reminded me strongly of the effigy of Zikali which was tied
about my neck, or rather of Zikali himself.

"What is that called?" I said to Hans, pointing to this strange hill,
now blazing in the angry fire of the setting sun that had burst out
between the storm clouds, which made it appear more ominous even than
before.

"That is the Witch Mountain, Baas, where the Chief Umslopogaas and a
blood brother of his who carried a great club used to hunt with the
wolves. It is haunted and in a cave at the top of it lie the bones of
Nada the Lily, the fair woman whose name is a song, she who was the
love of Umslopogaas."[*]

[*] For the story of Umslopogaas and Nada see the book called "Nada
    the Lily."--Editor.

"Rubbish," I said, though I had heard something of all that story and
remembered that Zikali had mentioned this Nada, comparing her beauty
to that of another whom once I knew.

"Where then lives the Chief Umslopogaas?"

"They say that his town is yonder on the plain, Baas. It is called the
Place of the Axe and is strongly fortified with a river round most of
it, and his people are the People of the Axe. They are a fierce
people, and all the country round here is uninhabited because
Umslopogaas has cleaned out the tribes who used to live in it, first
with his wolves and afterwards in war. He is so strong a chief and so
terrible in battle that even Chaka himself was afraid of him, and they
say that he brought Dingaan the King to his end because of a quarrel
about this Nada. Cetywayo, the present king, too leaves him alone and
to him he pays no tribute."

Whilst I was about to ask Hans from whom he had collected all this
information, suddenly I heard sounds, and looking up, saw three tall
men clad in full herald's dress rushing towards us at great speed.

"Here come some chips from the Axe," said Hans, and promptly bolted
into the waggon.

I did not bolt because there was no time to do so without loss of
dignity, but, although I wished I had my rifle with me, just sat still
upon my stool and with great deliberation lighted my pipe, taking not
the slightest notice of the three savage-looking fellows.

These, who I noted carried axes instead of assegais, rushed straight
at me with the axes raised in such a fashion that anyone unacquainted
with the habits of Zulu warriors of the old school, might have thought
that they intended nothing short of murder.

As I expected, however, within about six feet of me they halted
suddenly and stood there still as statues. For my part I went on
lighting my pipe as though I did not see them and when at length I was
obliged to lift my head, surveyed them with an air of mild interest.

Then I took a little book out of my pocket, it was my favourite copy
of the Ingoldsby Legends--and began to read.

The passage which caught my eye, if "axe" be substituted for "knife"
was not inappropriate. It was from "The Nurse's Story," and runs,


 "But, oh! what a thing 'tis to see and to know
  That the bare knife is raised in the hand of the foe,
  Without hope to repel or to ward off the blow!"


This proceeding of mine astonished them a good deal who felt that they
had, so to speak, missed fire. At last the soldier in the middle said,

"Are you blind, White Man?"

"No, Black Fellow," I answered, "but I am short-sighted. Would you be
so good as to stand out of my light?" a remark which puzzled them so
much that all three drew back a few paces.

When I had read a little further I came to the following lines,


                              "'Tis plain,
  As anatomists tell us, that never again,
  Shall life revisit the foully slain
  When once they've been cut through the jugular vein."


In my circumstances at that moment this statement seemed altogether
too suggestive, so I shut up the book and remarked,

"If you are wanderers who want food, as I judge by your being so thin,
I am sorry that I have little meat, but my servants will give you what
they can."

"/Ow!/" said the spokesman, "he calls us wanderers! Either he must be
a very great man or he is mad."

"You are right. I /am/ a great man," I answered, yawning, "and if you
trouble me too much you will see that I can be mad also. Now what do
you want?"

"We are messengers from the great Chief Umslopogaas, Captain of the
People of the Axe, and we want tribute," answered the man in a
somewhat changed tone.

"Do you? Then you won't get it. I thought that only the King of
Zululand had a right to tribute, and your Captain's name is not
Cetywayo, is it?"

"Our Captain is King here," said the man still more uncertainly.

"Is he indeed? Then away with you back to him and tell this King of
whom I have never heard, though I have a message for a certain
Umslopogaas, that Macumazahn, Watcher-by-Night, intends to visit him
to-morrow, if he will send a guide at the first light to show the best
path for the waggon."

"Hearken," said the man to his companions, "this is Macumazahn himself
and no other. Well, we thought it, for who else would have dared----"

Then they saluted with their axes, calling me "Chief" and other fine
names, and departed as they had come, at a run, calling out that my
message should be delivered and that doubtless Umslopogaas would send
the guide.



So it came about that, quite contrary to my intention, after all
circumstances brought me to the Town of the Axe. Even to the last
moment I had not meant to go there, but when the tribute was demanded
I saw that it was best to do so, and having once passed my word it
could not be altered. Indeed, I felt sure that in this event there
would be trouble and that my oxen would be stolen, or worse.

So Fate having issued its decree, of which Hans's version was that
Zikali, or his Great Medicine, had so arranged things, I shrugged my
shoulders and waited.



                             CHAPTER III

                        UMSLOPOGAAS OF THE AXE

Next morning at the dawn guides arrived from the Town of the Axe,
bringing with them a yoke of spare oxen, which showed that its Chief
was really anxious to see me. So, in due course we inspanned and
started, the guides leading us by a rough but practicable road down
the steep hillside to the saucer-like plain beneath, where I saw many
cattle grazing. Travelling some miles across this plain, we came at
last to a river of no great breadth that encircled a considerable
Kaffir town on three sides, the fourth being protected by a little
line of koppies which were joined together with walls. Also the place
was strongly fortified with fences and in every other way known to the
native mind.

With the help of the spare oxen we crossed the river safely at the
ford, although it was very full, and on the further side were received
by a guard of men, tall, soldierlike fellows, all of them armed with
axes as the messengers had been. They led us up to the cattle
enclosure in the centre of the town, which although it could be used
to protect beasts in case of emergency, also served the practical
purpose of a public square.

Here some ceremony was in progress, for soldiers stood round the kraal
while heralds pranced and shouted. At the head of the place in front
of the chief's big hut was a little group of people, among whom a big,
gaunt man sat upon a stool clad in a warrior's dress with a great and
very long axe hafted with wire-lashed rhinoceros horn, laid across his
knees.

Our guides led me, with Hans sneaking after me like a dejected and
low-bred dog (for the waggon had stopped outside the gate), across the
kraal to where the heralds shouted and the big man sat yawning. At
once I noted that he was a very remarkable person, broad and tall and
spare of frame, with long, tough-looking arms and a fierce face which
reminded me of that of the late King Dingaan. Also he had a great hole
in his head above the temple where the skull had been driven in by
some blow, and keen, royal-looking eyes.

He looked up and seeing me, cried out,

"What! Has a white man come to fight me for the chieftainship of the
People of the Axe? Well, he is a small one."

"No," I answered quietly, "but Macumazahn, Watcher-by-Night, has come
to visit you in answer to your request, O Umslopogaas; Macumazahn
whose name was known in this land before yours was told of, O
Umslopogaas."

The Chief heard and rising from his seat, lifted the big axe in
salute.

"I greet you, O Macumazahn," he said, "who although you are small in
stature, are very great indeed in fame. Have I not heard how you
conquered Bangu, although Saduko slew him, and of how you gave up the
six hundred head of cattle to Tshoza and the men of the Amangwane who
fought with you, the cattle that were your own? Have I not heard how
you led the Tulwana against the Usutu and stamped flat three of
Cetywayo's regiments in the days of Panda, although, alas! because of
an oath of mine I lifted no steel in that battle, I who will have
nothing to do with those that spring from the blood of Senzangacona--
perhaps because I smell too strongly of it, Macumazahn. Oh! yes, I
have heard these and many other things concerning you, though until
now it has never been my fortune to look upon your face, O Watcher-by-
Night, and therefore I greet you well, Bold one, Cunning one, Upright
one, Friend of us Black People."

"Thank you," I answered, "but you said something about fighting. If
there is to be anything of the sort, let us get it over. If you want
to fight, I am quite ready," and I tapped the rifle which I carried.

The grim Chief broke into a laugh and said,

"Listen. By an ancient law any man on this day in each year may fight
me for this Chieftainship, as I fought and conquered him who held it
before me, and take it from me with my life and the axe, though of
late none seems to like the business. But that law was made before
there were guns, or men like Macumazahn who, it is said, can hit a
lizard on a wall at fifty paces. Therefore I tell you that if you wish
to fight me with a rifle, O Macumazahn, I give in and you may have the
chieftainship," and he laughed again in his fierce fashion.

"I think it is too hot for fighting either with guns or axes, and
Chieftainships are honey that is full of stinging bees," I answered.

Then I took my seat on a stool that had been brought for me and placed
by the side of Umslopogaas, after which the ceremony went on.

The heralds cried out the challenge to all and sundry to come and
fight the Holder of the Axe for the chieftainship of the Axe without
the slightest result, since nobody seemed to desire to do anything of
the sort. Then, after a pause, Umslopogaas rose, swinging his
formidable weapon round his head and declared that by right of
conquest he was Chief of the Tribe for the ensuing year, an
announcement that everybody accepted without surprise.

Again the heralds summoned all and sundry who had grievances, to come
forward and to state them and receive redress.

After a little pause there appeared a very handsome woman with large
eyes, particularly brilliant eyes that rolled as though they were in
search of someone. She was finely dressed and I saw by the ornaments
she wore that she held the rank of a chief's wife.

"I, Monazi, have a complaint to make," she said, "as it is the right
of the humblest to do on this day. In succession to Zinita whom
Dingaan slew with her children, I am your /Inkosikaas/, your head-
wife, O Umslopogaas."

"That I know well enough," said Umslopogaas, "what of it?"

"This, that you neglect me for other women, as you neglected Zinita
for Nada the Beautiful, Nada the witch. I am childless, as are all
your wives because of the curse that this Nada left behind her. I
demand that this curse should be lifted from me. For your sake I
abandoned Lousta the Chief, to whom I was betrothed, and this is the
end of it, that I am neglected and childless."

"Am I the Heavens Above that I can cause you to bear children, woman?"
asked Umslopogaas angrily. "Would that you had clung to Lousta, my
blood-brother and my friend, whom you lament, and left me alone."

"That still may chance, if I am not better treated," answered Monazi
with a flash of her eyes. "Will you dismiss yonder new wife of yours
and give me back my place, and will you lift the curse of Nada off me,
or will you not?"

"As to the first," answered Umslopogaas, "learn, Monazi, that I will
not dismiss my new wife, who at least is gentler-tongued and truer-
hearted than you are. As to the second, you ask that which it is not
in my power to give, since children are the gift of Heaven, and
barrenness is its bane. Moreover, you have done ill to bring into this
matter the name of one who is dead, who of all women was the sweetest
and most innocent. Lastly, I warn you before the people to cease from
your plottings or traffic with Lousta, lest ill come of them to you,
or him, even though he be my blood-brother, or to both."

"Plottings!" cried Monazi in a shrill and furious voice. "Does
Umslopogaas talk of plottings? Well, I have heard that Chaka the Lion
left a son, and that this son has set a trap for the feet of him who
sits on Chaka's throne. Perchance that king has heard it also;
perchance the People of the Axe will soon have another Chief."

"Is it thus?" said Umslopogaas quietly. "And if so, will he be named
Lousta?"

Then his smouldering wrath broke out and in a kind of roaring voice he
went on,

"What have I done that the wives of my bosom should be my betrayers,
those who would give me to death? Zinita betrayed me to Dingaan and in
reward was slain, and my children with her. Now would you, Monazi,
betray me to Cetywayo--though in truth there is naught to betray?
Well, if so, bethink you and let Lousta bethink him of what chanced to
Zinita, and of what chances to those who stand before the axe of
Umslopogaas. What have I done, I say, that women should thus strive to
work me ill?"

"This," answered Monazi with a mocking laugh, "that you have loved one
of them too well. If he would live in peace, he who has wives should
favour all alike. Least of anything should he moan continually over
one who is dead, a witch who has left a curse behind her and thus
insulted and do wrong to the living. Also he would be wise to attend
to the matters of his own tribe and household and to cease from
ambitions that may bring him to the assegai, and them with him."

"I have heard your counsel, Wife, so now begone!" said Umslopogaas,
looking at her very strangely, and it seemed to me not without fear.

"Have you wives, Macumazahn?" he asked of me in a low voice when she
was out of hearing.

"Only among the spirits," I answered.

"Well for you then; moreover, it is a bond between us, for I too have
but one true wife and she also is among the spirits. But go rest a
while, and later we will talk."

So I went, leaving the Chief to his business, thinking as I walked
away of a certain message with which I was charged for him and of how
into that message came names that I had just heard, namely that of a
man called Lousta and of a woman called Monazi. Also I thought of the
hints which in her jealous anger and disappointment at her lack of
children, this woman had dropped about a plot against him who sat on
the throne of Chaka, which of course must mean King Cetywayo himself.

I came to the guest-hut, which proved to be a very good place and
clean; also in it I found plenty of food made ready for me and for my
servants. After eating I slept for a time as it is always my fashion
to do when I have nothing else on hand, since who knows for how long
he may be kept awake at night? Indeed, it was not until the sun had
begun to sink that a messenger came, saying that the Chief desired to
see me if I had rested. So I went to his big hut which stood alone
with a strong fence set round it at a distance, so that none could
come within hearing of what was said, even at the door of the hut. I
observed also that a man armed with an axe kept guard at the gateway
in this fence round which he walked from time to time.

The Chief Umslopogaas was seated on a stool by the door of his hut
with his rhinoceros-horn-handled axe which was fastened to his right
wrist by a thong, leaning against his thigh, and a wolfskin hanging
from his broad shoulders. Very grim and fierce he looked thus, with
the red light of the sunset playing on him. He greeted me and pointed
to another stool on which I sat myself down. Apparently he had been
watching my eyes, for he said,

"I see that like other creatures which move at night, such as leopards
and hyenas, you take note of all, O Watcher-by-Night, even of the
soldier who guards this place and of where the fence is set and of how
its gate is fashioned."

"Had I not done so I should have been dead long ago, O Chief."

"Yes, and because it is not my nature to do so as I should, perchance
I shall soon be dead. It is not enough to be fierce and foremost in
the battle, Macumazahn. He who would sleep safe and of whom, when he
dies, folk will say 'He has eaten' (i.e., he has lived out his life),
must do more than this. He must guard his tongue and even his
thoughts! he must listen to the stirring of rats in the thatch and
look for snakes in the grass; he must trust few, and least of all
those who sleep upon his bosom. But those who have the Lion's blood in
them or who are prone to charge like a buffalo, often neglect these
matters and therefore in the end they fall into a pit."

"Yes," I answered, "especially those who have the lion's blood in
them, whether that lion be man or beast."

This I said because of the rumours I had heard that this Slaughterer
was in truth the son of Chaka. Therefore not knowing whether or no he
were playing on the word "lion," which was Chaka's title, I wished to
draw him, especially as I saw in his face a great likeness to Chaka's
brother Dingaan, whom, it was whispered, this same Umslopogaas had
slain. As it happened I failed, for after a pause he said,

"Why do you come to visit me, Macumazahn, who have never done so
before?"

"I do not come to visit you, Umslopogaas. That was not my intention.
You brought me, or rather the flooded rivers and you together brought
me, for I was on my way to Natal and could not cross the drifts."

"Yet I think you have a message for me, White Man, for not long ago a
certain wandering witch-doctor who came here told me to expect you and
that you had words to say to me."

"Did he, Umslopogaas? Well, it is true that I have a message, though
it is one that I did not mean to deliver."

"Yet being here, perchance you will deliver it, Macumazahn, for those
who have messages and will not speak them, sometimes come to trouble."

"Yes, being here, I will deliver it, seeing that so it seems to be
fated. Tell me, do you chance to know a certain Small One who is
great, a certain Old One whose brain is young, a doctor who is called
Opener-of-Roads?"

"I have heard of him, as have my forefathers for generations."

"Indeed, and if it pleases you to tell me, Umslopogaas, what might be
the names of those forefathers of yours, who have heard of this doctor
for generations? They must have been short-lived men and as such I
should like to know of them."

"That you cannot," replied Umslopogaas shortly, "since they are
/hlonipa/ (i.e. not to be spoken) in this land."

"Indeed," I said again. "I thought that rule applied only to the names
of kings, but of course I am but an ignorant white man who may well be
mistaken on such matters of your Zulu customs."

"Yes, O Macumazahn, you may be mistaken or--you may not. It matters
nothing. But what of this message of yours?"

"It came at the end of a long story, O Bulalio. But since you seek to
know, these were the words of it, so nearly as I can remember them."

Then sentence by sentence I repeated to him all that Zikali had said
to me when he called me back after bidding me farewell, which
doubtless he did because he wished to cut his message more deeply into
the tablets of my mind.

Umslopogaas listened to every syllable with a curious intentness, and
then asked me to repeat it all again, which I did.

"Lousta! Monazi!" he said slowly. "Well, you heard those names to-day,
did you not, White Man? And you heard certain things from the lips of
this Monazi who was angry, that give colour to that talk of the
Opener-of-Roads. It seems to me," he added, glancing about him and
speaking in a low voice, "that what I suspected is true and that
without doubt I am betrayed."

"I do not understand," I replied indifferently. "All this talk is dark
to me, as is the message of the Opener-of-Roads, or rather its
meaning. By whom and about what are you betrayed?"

"Let that snake sleep. Do not kick it with your foot. Suffice it you
to know that my head hangs upon this matter; that I am a rat in a
forked stick, and if the stick is pressed on by a heavy hand, then
where is the rat?"

"Where all rats go, I suppose, that is, unless they are wise rats that
bite the hand which holds the stick before it is pressed down."

"What is the rest of this story of yours, Macumazahn, which was told
before the Opener-of-Roads gave you that message? Does it please you
to repeat it to me that I may judge of it with my ears?"

"Certainly," I answered, "on one condition, that what the ears hear,
the heart shall keep to itself alone."

Umslopogaas stooped and laid his hand upon the broad blade of the
weapon beside him, saying,

"By the Axe I swear it. If I break the oath be the Axe my doom."

Then I told him the tale, as I have set it down already, thinking to
myself that of it he would understand little, being but a wild
warrior-man. As it chanced, however, I was mistaken, for he seemed to
understand a great deal, perchance because such primitive natures are
in closer touch with high and secret things than we imagine; perchance
for other reasons with which I became acquainted later.

"It stands thus," he said when I had finished, "or so I think. You,
Macumazahn, seek certain women who are dead to learn whether they
still live, or are really dead, but so far have failed to find them.
Still seeking, you asked the counsel of Zikali, Opener-of-Roads, he
who among other titles is also called 'Home of Spirits.' He answered
that he could not satisfy your heart because this tree was too tall
for him to climb, but that far to the north there lives a certain
white witch who has powers greater than his, being able to fly to the
top of any tree, and to this white witch he bade you go. Have I the
story right thus far?"

I answered that he had.

"Good! Then Zikali went on to choose you companions for your journey,
but two, leaving out the guards or servants. I, Umhlopekazi, called
Bulalio the Slaughterer, called the Woodpecker also, was one of these,
and that little yellow monkey of a man whom I saw with you to-day,
called Hansi, was the other. Then you made a mock of Zikali by
determining not to visit me, Umhlopekazi, and not to go north to find
the great white Queen of whom he had told you, but to return to Natal.
Is that so?"

I said it was.

"Then the rain fell and the winds blew and the rivers rose in wrath so
that you could not return to Natal, and after all by chance, or by
fate, or by the will of Zikali, the wizard of wizards, you drifted
here to the kraal of me, Umhlopekazi, and told me this story."

"Just so," I answered.

"Well, White Man, how am I to know that all this is not but a trap for
my feet which already seem to feel cords between the toes of both of
them? What token do you bring, O Watcher-by-Night? How am I to know
that the Opener-of-Roads really sent me this message which has been
delivered so strangely by one who wished to travel on another path?
The wandering witch-doctor told me that he who came would bear some
sign."

"I can't say," I answered, "at least in words. But," I added after
reflection, "as you ask for a token, perhaps I might be able to show
you something that would bring proof to your heart, if there were any
secret place----"

Umslopogaas walked to the gateway of the fence and saw that the sentry
was at his post. Then he walked round the hut casting an eye upon its
roof, and muttered to me as he returned.

"Once I was caught thus. There lived a certain wife of mine who set
her ear to the smoke-hole and so brought about the death of many, and
among them of herself and of our children. Enter. All is safe. Yet if
you talk, speak low."

So we went into the hut taking the stools with us, and seated
ourselves by the fire that burned there on to which Umslopogaas threw
chips of resinous wood.

"Now," he said.

I opened my shirt and by the clear light of the flame showed him the
image of Zikali which hung about my neck. He stared at it, though
touch it he would not. Then he stood up and lifting his great axe, he
saluted the image with the word "/Makosi!/" the salute that is given
to great wizards because they are supposed to be the home of many
spirits.

"It is the big Medicine, the Medicine itself," he said, "that which
has been known in the land since the time of Senzangacona, the father
of the Zulu Royal House, and as it is said, before him."

"How can that be?" I asked, "seeing that this image represents Zikali,
Opener-of-Roads, as an old man, and Senzangacona died many years ago?"

"I do not know," he answered, "but it is so. Listen. There was a
certain Mopo, or as some called him, Umbopo, who was Chaka's body-
servant and my foster-father, and he told me that twice this
Medicine," and he pointed to the image, "was sent to Chaka, and that
each time the Lion obeyed the message that came with it. A third time
it was sent, but he did not obey the message and then--where was
Chaka?"

Here Umslopogaas passed his hand across his mouth, a significant
gesture amongst the Zulus.

"Mopo," I said, "yes, I have heard the story of Mopo, also that
Chaka's body became /his/ servant in the end, since Mopo killed him
with the help of the princes Dingaan and Umhlangana. Also I have heard
that this Mopo still lives, though not in Zululand."

"Does he, Macumazahn?" said Umslopogaas, taking snuff from a spoon and
looking at me keenly over the spoon. "You seem to know a great deal,
Macumazahn; too much as some might think."

"Yes," I answered, "perhaps I do know too much, or at any rate more
than I want to know. For instance, O fosterling of Mopo and son of--
was the lady named Baleka?--I know a good deal about /you/."

Umslopogaas stared at me and laying his hand upon the great axe, half
rose. Then he sat down again.

"I think that this," and I touched the image of Zikali upon my breast,
"would turn even the blade of the axe named Groan-maker," I said and
paused. As nothing happened, I went on, "For instance, again I think I
know--or have I dreamed it?--that a certain chief, whose mother's name
I believe was Baleka--by the way, was she not one of Chaka's
'sisters'?--has been plotting against that son of Panda who sits upon
the throne, and that his plots have been betrayed, so that he is in
some danger of his life."

"Macumazahn," said Umslopogaas hoarsely, "I tell you that did you not
wear the Great Medicine on your breast, I would kill you where you sit
and bury you beneath the floor of the hut, as one who knows--too
much."

"It would be a mistake, Umslopogaas, one of the many that you have
made. But as I /do/ wear the Medicine, the question does not arise,
does it?"

Again he made no answer and I went on, "And now, what about this
journey to the north? If indeed I must make it, would you wish to
accompany me?"

Umslopogaas rose from the stool and crawled out of the hut, apparently
to make some inspection. Presently he returned and remarked that the
night was clear although there were heavy storm clouds on the horizon,
by which I understood him to convey in Zulu metaphor that it was safe
for us to talk, but that danger threatened from afar.

"Macumazahn," he said, "we speak under the blanket of the Opener-of-
Roads who sits upon your heart, and whose sign you bring to me, as he
sent me word that you would, do we not?"

"I suppose so," I answered. "At any rate we speak as man to man, and
hitherto the honour of Macumazahn has not been doubted in Zululand. So
if you have anything to say, Chief Bulalio, say it at once, for I am
tired and should like to eat and rest."

"Good, Macumazahn. I have this to say. I who am the son of one who was
greater than he, have plotted to seize the throne of Zululand from him
who sits upon that throne. It is true, for I grew weary of my idleness
as a petty chief. Moreover, I should have succeeded with the help of
Zikali, who hates the House of Senzangacona, though me, who am of its
blood, he does not hate, because ever I have striven against that
House. But it seems from his message and those words spoken by an
angry woman, that I have been betrayed, and that to-night or to-morrow
night, or by the next moon, the slayers will be upon me, smiting me
before I can smite, at which I cannot grumble."

"By whom have you been betrayed, Umslopogaas?"

"By that wife of mine, as I think, Macumazahn. Also by Lousta, my
blood-brother, over whom she has cast her net and made false to me, so
that he hopes to win her whom he has always loved and with her the
Chieftainship of the Axe. Now what shall I do?--Tell me, you whose
eyes can see in the dark."

I thought a moment and answered, "I think that if I were you, I would
leave this Lousta to sit in my place for a while as Chief of the
People of the Axe, and take a journey north, Umslopogaas. Then if
trouble comes from the Great House where a king sits, it will come to
Lousta who can show that the People of the Axe are innocent and that
you are far away."

"That is cunning, Macumazahn. There speaks the Great Medicine. If I go
north, who can say that I have plotted, and if I leave my betrayer in
my place, who can say that I was a traitor, who have set him where I
used to sit and left the land upon a private matter? And now tell me
of this journey of yours."

So I told him everything, although until that moment I had not made up
my mind to go upon this journey, I who had come here to his kraal by
accident, or so it seemed, and by accident had delivered to him a
certain message.

"You wish to consult a white witch-doctoress, Macumazahn, who
according to Zikali lives far to the north, as to the dead. Now I too,
though perchance you will not think it of a black man, desire to learn
of the dead; yes, of a certain wife of my youth who was sister and
friend as well as wife, whom too I loved better than all the world.
Also I desire to learn of a brother of mine whose name I never speak,
who ruled the wolves with me and who died at my side on yonder Witch-
Mountain, having made him a mat of men to lie on in a great and
glorious fight. For of him as of the woman I think all day and dream
all night, and I would know if they still live anywhere and I may look
to see them again when I have died as a warrior should and as I hope
to do. Do you understand, Watcher-by-Night?"

I answered that I understood very well, as his case seemed to be like
my own.

"It may happen," went on Umslopogaas, "that all this talk of the dead
who are supposed to live after they are dead, is but as the sound of
wind whispering in the reeds at night, that comes from nowhere and
goes nowhere and means nothing. But at least ours will be a great
journey in which we shall find adventure and fighting, since it is
well known in the land that wherever Macumazahn goes there is plenty
of both. Also it seems well for reasons that have been spoken of
between us, as Zikali says, that I should leave the country of the
Zulus for a while, who desire to die a man's death at the last and not
to be trapped like a jackal in a pit. Lastly I think that we shall
agree well together though my temper is rough at times, and that
neither of us will desert the other in trouble, though of that little
yellow dog of yours I am not so sure."

"I answer for him," I replied. "Hans is a true man, cunning also when
once he is away from drink."



Then we spoke of plans for our journey, and of when and where we
should meet to make it, talking till it was late, after which I went
to sleep in the guest-hut.



                              CHAPTER IV

                         THE LION AND THE AXE

Next day early I left the town of the People of the Axe, having bid a
formal farewell to Umslopogaas, saying in a voice that all could hear
that as the rivers were still flooded, I proposed to trek to the
northern parts of Zululand and trade there until the weather was
better. Our private arrangement, however, was that on the night of the
next full moon, which happened about four weeks later, we should meet
at the eastern foot of a certain great, flat-topped mountain known to
both of us, which stands to the north of Zululand but well beyond its
borders.

So northward I trekked, slowly to spare my oxen, trading as I went.
The details do not matter, but as it happened I met with more luck
upon that journey than had come my way for many a long year. Although
I worked on credit since nearly all my goods were sold, as owing to my
repute I could always do in Zululand, I made some excellent bargains
in cattle, and to top up with, bought a large lot of ivory so cheap
that really I think it must have been stolen.

All of this, cattle, and ivory together, I sent to Natal in charge of
a white friend of mine whom I could trust, where the stuff was sold
very well indeed, and the proceeds paid to my account, the "trade"
equivalents being duly remitted to the native vendors.

In fact, my good fortune was such that if I had been superstitious
like Hans, I should have been inclined to attribute it to the
influence of Zikali's "Great Medicine." As it was I knew it to be one
of the chances of a trader's life and accepted it with a shrug as
often as I had been accustomed to do in the alternative of losses.

Only one untoward incident happened to me. Of a sudden a party of the
King's soldiers under the command of a well-known /Induna/ or
Councillor, arrived and insisted upon searching my waggon, as I
thought at first in connection with that cheap lot of ivory which had
already departed to Natal. However, never a word did they say of
ivory, nor indeed was a single thing belonging to me taken by them.

I was very indignant and expressed my feelings to the /Induna/ in no
measured terms. He on his part was most apologetic, and explained that
what he did he was obliged to do "by the King's orders." Also he let
it slip that he was seeking for a certain "evil-doer" who, it was
thought, might be with me without my knowing his real character, and
as this "evil-doer," whose name he would not mention, was a very
fierce man, it had been necessary to bring a strong guard with him.

Now I bethought me of Umslopogaas, but merely looked blank and
shrugged my shoulders, saying that I was not in the habit of
consorting with evil-doers.

Still unsatisfied, the /Induna/ questioned me as to the places where I
had been during this journey of mine in the Zulu country. I told him
with the utmost frankness, mentioning among others--because I was sure
that already he knew all my movements well--the town of the People of
the Axe.

Then he asked me if I had seen its Chief, a certain Umslopogaas or
Bulalio. I answered, Yes, that I had met him there for the first time
and thought him a very remarkable man.

With this the /Induna/ agreed emphatically, saying that perhaps I did
not know /how/ remarkable. Next he asked me where he was now, to which
I replied that I had not the faintest idea, but I presumed in his
kraal where I had left him. The /Induna/ explained that he was /not/
in his kraal; that he had gone away leaving one Lousta and his own
head wife Monazi to administer the chieftainship for a while, because,
as he stated, he wished to make a journey.

I yawned as if weary of the subject of this chief, and indeed of the
whole business. Then the /Induna/ said that I must come to the King
and repeat to him all the words that I had spoken. I replied that I
could not possibly do so as, having finished my trading, I had
arranged to go north to shoot elephants. He answered that elephants
lived a long while and would not die while I was visiting the King.

Then followed an argument which grew heated and ended in his declaring
that to the King I must come, even if he had to take me there by
force.

I sat silent, wondering what to say or do and leant forward to pick a
piece of wood out of the fire wherewith to light my pipe. Now my shirt
was not buttoned and as it chanced this action caused the ivory image
of Zikali that hung about my neck to appear between its edges. The
/Induna/ saw it and his eyes grew big with fear.

"Hide that!" he whispered, "hide that, lest it should bewitch me.
Indeed, already I feel as though I were being bewitched. It is the
Great Medicine itself."

"That will certainly happen to you," I said, yawning again, "if you
insist upon my taking a week's trek to visit the Black One, or
interfere with me in any way now or afterwards," and I lifted my hand
towards the talisman, looking him steadily in the face.

"Perhaps after all, Macumazahn, it is not necessary for you to visit
the King," he said in an uncertain voice. "I will go and make report
to him that you know nothing of this evil-doer."

And he went in such a hurry that he never waited to say good-bye. Next
morning before the dawn I went also and trekked steadily until I was
clear of Zululand.



In due course and without accident, for the weather, which had been so
wet, had now turned beautifully fine and dry, we came to the great,
flat-topped hill that I have mentioned, trekking thither over high,
sparsely-timbered veld that offered few difficulties to the waggon.
This peculiar hill, known to such natives as lived in those parts by a
long word that means "Hut-with-a-flat-roof," is surrounded by forest,
for here trees grow wonderfully well, perhaps because of the water
that flows from its slopes. Forcing our way through this forest, which
was full of game, I reached its eastern foot and there camped, five
days before that night of full moon on which I had arranged to meet
Umslopogaas.

That I should meet him I did not in the least believe, firstly because
I thought it very probable that he would have changed his mind about
coming, and secondly for the excellent reason that I expected he had
gone to call upon the King against his will, as I had been asked to
do. It was evident to me that he was up to his eyes in some serious
plot against Cetywayo, in which he was the old dwarf Zikali's partner,
or rather, tool; also that his plot had been betrayed, with the result
that he was "wanted" and would have little chance of passing safely
through Zululand. So taking one thing with another I imagined that I
had seen his grim face and his peculiar, ancient-looking axe for the
last time.

To tell the truth I was glad. Although at first the idea had appealed
to me a little, I did not want to make this wild-goose, or wild-witch
chase through unknown lands to seek for a totally fabulous person who
dwelt far across the Zambesi. I had, as it were, been forced into the
thing, but if Umslopogaas did not appear, my obligations would be at
an end and I should return to Natal at my leisure. First, however, I
would do a little shooting since I found that a large herd of
elephants haunted this forest. Indeed I was tempted to attack them at
once, but did not do so since, as Hans pointed out, if we were going
north it would be difficult to carry the ivory, especially if we had
to leave the waggon, and I was too old a hunter to desire to kill the
great beasts for the fun of the thing.

So I just sat down and rested, letting the oxen feed throughout the
hours of light on the rich grasses which grew upon the bottom-most
slopes of the big mountain where we were camped by a stream, not more
than a hundred yards above the timber line.

At some time or other there had been a native village at this spot;
probably the Zulus had cleaned it out in long past years, for I found
human bones black with age lying in the long grass. Indeed, the
cattle-kraal still remained and in such good condition that by piling
up a few stones here and there on the walls and closing the narrow
entrances with thorn bushes, we could still use it to enclose our oxen
at night. This I did for fear lest there should be lions about, though
I had neither seen nor heard them.

So the days went by pleasantly enough with lots to eat, since whenever
we wanted meat I had only to go a few yards to shoot a fat buck at a
spot whither they trekked to drink in the evening, till at last came
the time of full moon. Of this I was also glad, since, to tell the
truth, I had begun to be bored. Rest is good, but for a man who has
always led an active life too much of it is very bad, for then he
begins to think and thought in large doses is depressing.

Of the fire-eating Umslopogaas there was no sign, so I made up my mind
that on the morrow I would start after those elephants and when I had
shot--or failed to shoot--some of them, return to Natal. I felt unable
to remain idle any more; it never was my gift to do so, which is
perhaps why I employ my ample leisure here in England in jotting down
such reminiscences as these.

Well, the full moon came up in silver glory and after I had taken a
good look at her for luck, also at all the veld within sight, I turned
in. An hour or two later some noise from the direction of the cattle-
kraal woke me up. As it did not recur, I thought that I would go to
sleep again. Then an uneasy thought came to me that I could not
remember having looked to see whether the entrance was properly
closed, as it was my habit to do. It was the same sort of troublesome
doubt which in a civilised house makes a man get out of bed and go
along the cold passages to the sitting-room to see whether he has put
out the lamp. It always proves that he /has/ put it out, but that does
not prevent a repetition of the performance next time the perplexity
arises.

I reflected that perhaps the noise was caused by the oxen pushing
their way through the carelessly-closed entrance, and at any rate that
I had better go to see. So I slipped on my boots and a coat and went
without waking Hans or the boys, only taking with me a loaded, single-
barrelled rifle which I used for shooting small buck, but no spare
cartridges.

Now in front of the gateway of the cattle-kraal, shading it, grew a
single big tree of the wild fig order. Passing under this tree I
looked and saw that the gateway was quite securely closed, as now I
remembered I had noted at sunset. Then I started to go back but had
not stepped more than two or three paces when, in the bright
moonlight, I saw the head of my smallest ox, a beast of the Zulu
breed, suddenly appear over the top of the wall. About this there
would have been nothing particularly astonishing, had it not been for
the fact that this head belonged to a dead animal, as I could tell
from the closed eyes and the hanging tongue.

"What in the name of goodness----" I began to myself, when my
reflections were cut short by the appearance of another head, that of
one of the biggest lions I ever saw, which had the ox by the throat,
and with the enormous strength that is given to these creatures, by
getting its back beneath the body, was deliberately hoisting it over
the wall, to drag it away to devour at its leisure.

There was the brute within twelve feet of me, and what is more, it saw
me as I saw it, and stopped, still holding the ox by the throat.

"What a chance for Allan Quatermain! Of course he shot it dead," one
can fancy anyone saying who knows me by repute, also that by the gift
of God I am handy with a rifle. Well, indeed, it should have been, for
even with the small-bore piece that I carried, a bullet ought to have
pierced through the soft parts of its throat to the brain and to have
killed that lion as dead as Julius Csar. Theoretically the thing was
easy enough; indeed, although I was startled for a moment, by the time
that I had the rifle to my shoulder I had little fear of the issue,
unless there was a miss-fire, especially as the beast seemed so
astonished that it remained quite still.

Then the unexpected happened as generally it does in life,
particularly in hunting, which, in my case, is a part of life. I
fired, but by misfortune the bullet struck the tip of the horn of that
confounded ox, which tip either was or at that moment fell in front of
the spot on the lion's throat whereat half-unconsciously I had aimed.
Result: the ball was turned and, departing at an angle, just cut the
skin of the lion's neck deeply enough to hurt it very much and to make
it madder than all the hatters in the world.

Dropping the ox, with a most terrific roar it came over the wall at me
--I remember that there seemed to be yards of it--I mean of the lion--
in front of which appeared a cavernous mouth full of gleaming teeth.

I skipped back with much agility, also a little to one side, because
there was nothing else to do, reflecting in a kind of inconsequent
way, that after all Zikali's Great Medicine was not worth a curse. The
lion landed on my side of the wall and reared itself upon its hind
legs before getting to business, towering high above me but slightly
to my left.

Then I saw a strange thing. A shadow thrown by the moon flitted past
me--all I noted of it was the distorted shape of a great, lifted axe,
probably because the axe came first. The shadow fell and with it
another shadow, that of a lion's paw dropping to the ground. Next
there was a most awful noise of roaring, and wheeling round I saw such
a fray as never I shall see again. A tall, grim, black man was
fighting the great lion, that now lacked one paw, but still stood upon
its hind legs, striking at him with the other.

The man, who was absolutely silent, dodged the blow and hit back with
the axe, catching the beast upon the breast with such weight that it
came to the ground in a lopsided fashion, since now it had only one
fore-foot on which to light.

The axe flashed up again and before the lion could recover itself, or
do anything else, fell with a crash upon its skull, sinking deep into
the head. After this all was over, for the beast's brain was cut in
two.

"I am here at the appointed time, Macumazahn," said Umslopogaas, for
it was he, as with difficulty he dragged his axe from the lion's
severed skull, "to find you watching by night as it is reported that
you always do."

"No," I retorted, for his tone irritated me, "you are late, Bulalio,
the moon has been up some hours."

"I said, O Macumazahn, that I would meet you on the /night/ of the
full moon, not at the rising of the moon."

"That is true," I replied, mollified, "and at any rate you came at a
good moment."

"Yes," he answered, "though as it happens in this clear light the
thing was easy to anyone who can handle an axe. Had it been darker the
end might have been different. But, Macumazahn, you are not so clever
as I thought, since otherwise you would not have come out against a
lion with a toy like that," and he pointed to the little rifle in my
hand.

"I did not know that there was a lion, Umslopogaas."

"That is why you are not so clever as I thought, since of one sort or
another there is always a lion which wise men should be prepared to
meet, Macumazahn."

"You are right again," I replied.

At that moment Hans arrived upon the scene, followed at a discreet
distance by the waggon boys, and took in the situation at a glance.

"The Great Medicine of the Opener-of-Roads has worked well," was all
he said.

"The great medicine of the Opener-of-Heads has worked better,"
remarked Umslopogaas with a little laugh and pointing to his red axe.
"Never before since she came into my keeping has /Inkosikaas/ (i.e.
'Chieftainess,' for so was this famous weapon named) sunk so low as to
drink the blood of beasts. Still, the stroke was a good one so she
need not be ashamed. But, Yellow Man, how comes it that you who, I
have been told, are cunning, watch your master so ill?"

"I was asleep," stuttered Hans indignantly.

"Those who serve should never sleep," replied Umslopogaas sternly.
Then he turned and whistled, and behold! out of the long grass that
grew at a little distance, emerged twelve great men, all of them
bearing axes and wearing cloaks of hyena skins, who saluted me by
raising their axes.

"Set a watch and skin me this beast by dawn. It will make us a mat,"
said Umslopogaas, whereon again they saluted silently and melted away.

"Who are these?" I asked.

"A few picked warriors whom I brought with me, Macumazahn. There were
one or two more, but they got lost on the way."

Then we went to the waggon and spoke no more that night.



Next morning I told Umslopogaas of the visit I had received from the
/Induna/ of the King who wished me to come to the royal kraal. He
nodded and said,

"As it chances certain thieves attacked me on my journey, which is why
one or two of my people remain behind who will never travel again. We
made good play with those thieves; not one of them escaped," he added
grimly, "and their bodies we threw into a river where are many
crocodiles. But their spears I brought away and I think that they are
such as the King's guard use. If so, his search for them will be long,
since the fight took place where no man lives and we burned the
shields and trappings. Oho! he will think that the ghosts have taken
them."

That morning we trekked on fast, fearing lest a regiment searching for
these "thieves" should strike and follow our spoor. Luckily the ox
that the lion had killed was one of some spare cattle which I was
driving with me, so its loss did not inconvenience us. As we went
Umslopogaas told me that he had duly appointed Lousta and his wife
Monazi to rule the tribe during his absence, an office which they
accepted doubtfully, Monazi acting as Chieftainess and Lousta as her
head /Induna/ or Councillor.

I asked him whether he thought this wise under all the circumstances,
seeing that it had occurred to me since I made the suggestion, that
they might be unwilling to surrender power on his return, also that
other domestic complications might ensue.

"It matters little, Macumazahn," he said with a shrug of his great
shoulders, "for of this I am sure, that I have played my part with the
People of the Axe and to stop among them would have meant my death,
who am a man betrayed. What do I care who love none and now have no
children? Still, it is true that I might have fled to Natal with the
cattle and there have led a fat and easy life. But ease and plenty I
do not desire who would live and fall as a warrior should.

"Never again, mayhap, shall I see the Ghost-Mountain where the wolves
ravened and the old Witch sits in stone waiting for the world to die,
or sleep in the town of the People of the Axe. What do I want with
wives and oxen while I have /Inkosikaas/ the Groan-maker and she is
true to me?" he added, shaking the ancient axe above his head so that
the sun gleamed upon the curved blade and the hollow gouge or point at
the back beyond the shaft socket. "Where the Axe goes, there go the
strength and virtue of the Axe, O Macumazahn."

"It is a strange weapon," I said.

"Aye, a strange and an old, forged far away, says Zikali, by a
warrior-wizard hundreds of years ago, a great fighter who was also the
first of smiths and who sits in the Under-world waiting for it to
return to his hand when its work is finished beneath the sun. That
will be soon, Macumazahn, since Zikali told me that I am the last
Holder of the Axe."

"Did you then see the Opener-of-Roads?" I asked.

"Aye, I saw him. He it was who told me which way to go to escape from
Zululand. Also he laughed when he heard how the flooded rivers brought
you to my kraal, and sent you a message in which he said that the
spirit of a snake had told him that you tried to throw the Great
Medicine into a pool, but were stopped by that snake, whilst it was
still alive. This, he said, you must do no more, lest he should send
another snake to stop /you/."

"Did he?" I replied indignantly, for Zikali's power of seeing or
learning about things that happened at a distance puzzled and annoyed
me.

Only Hans grinned and said,

"I told you so, Baas."



On we travelled from day to day, meeting with such difficulties and
dangers as are common on roadless veld in Africa, but no more, for the
grass was good and there was plenty of game, of which we shot what we
wanted for meat. Indeed, here in the back regions of what is known as
Portuguese South East Africa, every sort of wild animal was so
numerous that personally I wished we could turn our journey into a
shooting expedition.

But of this Umslopogaas, whom hunting bored, would not hear. In fact,
he was much more anxious than myself to carry out our original
purpose. When I asked him why, he answered because of something Zikali
had told him. What this was he would not say, except that in the
country whither we wandered he would fight a great fight and win much
honour.

Now Umslopogaas was by nature a fighting man, one who took a positive
joy in battle, and like an old Norseman, seemed to think that thus
only could a man decorously die. This amazed me, a peaceful person who
loves quiet and a home. Still, I gave way, partly to please him,
partly because I hoped that we might discover something of interest,
and still more because, having once undertaken an enterprise, my pride
prompted me to see it through.

Now while he was preparing to draw his map in the ashes, or
afterwards, I forget which, Zikali had told me that when we drew near
to the great river we should come to a place on the edge of bush-veld
that ran down to the river, where a white man lived, adding, after
casting his bones and reading from them, that he thought this white
man was a "trek-Boer." This, I should explain, means a Dutchman who
has travelled away from wherever he lived and made a home for himself
in the wilderness, as some wandering spirit and the desire to be free
of authority often prompt these people to do. Also, after another
inspection of his enchanted knuckle-bones, he had declared that
something remarkable would happen to this man or his family, while I
was visiting him. Lastly in that map he drew in the ashes, the details
of which were impressed so indelibly upon my memory, he had shown me
where I should find the dwelling of this white man, of whom and of
whose habitation doubtless he knew through the many spies who seemed
to be at the service of all witch-doctors, and more especially of
Zikali, the greatest among them.

Travelling by the sun and the compress I had trekked steadily in the
exact direction which he indicated, to find that in this useful
particular he was well named the "Opener-of-Roads," since always
before me I found a practicable path, although to the right or to the
left there would have been none. Thus when we came to mountains, it
was at a spot where we discovered a pass; when we came to swamps it
was where a ridge of high ground ran between, and so forth. Also such
tribes as we met upon our journey always proved of a friendly
character, although perhaps the aspect of Umslopogaas and his fierce
band whom, rather irreverently, I named his twelve Apostles, had a
share in inducing this peaceful attitude.

So smooth was our progress and so well marked by water at certain
intervals, that at last I came to the conclusion that we must be
following some ancient road which at a forgotten period of history,
had run from south to north, or /vice vers/. Or rather, to be honest,
it was the observant Hans who made this discovery from various
indications which had escaped my notice. I need not stop to detail
them, but one of these was that at certain places the water-holes on a
high, rather barren land had been dug out, and in one or more
instances, lined with stones after the fashion of an ancient well.
Evidently we were following an old trade route made, perhaps, in
forgotten ages when Africa was more civilised than it is now.

Passing over certain high, misty lands during the third week of our
trek, where frequently at this season of the year the sun never showed
itself before ten o'clock and disappeared at three or four in the
afternoon, and where twice we were held up for two whole days by dense
fog, we came across a queer nomadic people who seemed to live in
movable grass huts and to keep great herds of goats and long-tailed
sheep.

These folk ran away from us at first, but when they found that we did
them no harm, became friendly and brought us offerings of milk, also
of a kind of slug or caterpillar which they seemed to eat. Hans, who
was a great master of different native dialects, discovered a tongue,
or a mixture of tongues, in which he could make himself understood to
some of them.

They told him that in their day they had never seen a white man,
although their fathers' fathers (an expression by which they meant
their remote ancestors) had known many of them. They added, however,
that if we went on steadily towards the north for another seven days'
journey, we should come to a place where a white man lived, one, they
had heard, who had a long beard and killed animals with guns, as we
did.

Encouraged by this intelligence we pushed forward, now travelling down
hill out of the mists into a more genial country. Indeed, the veld
here was beautiful, high, rolling plains like those of the East
African plateau, covered with a deep and fertile chocolate-coloured
soil, as we could see where the rains had washed out dongas. The
climate, too, seemed to be cool and very healthful. Altogether it was
a pity to see such lands lying idle and tenanted only by countless
herds of game, for there were not any native inhabitants, or at least
we met none.

On we trekked, our road still sloping slightly down hill, till at
length we saw far away a vast sea of bush-veld which, as I guessed
correctly, must fringe the great Zambesi River. Moreover we, or rather
Hans, whose eyes were those of a hawk, saw something else, namely
buildings of a more or less civilised kind, which stood among trees by
the side of a stream several miles on this side of the great belt of
bush.

"Look, Baas," said Hans, "those wanderers did not lie; there is the
house of the white man. I wonder if he drinks anything stronger than
water," he added with a sigh and a kind of reminiscent contraction of
his yellow throat.

As it happened, he did.



                              CHAPTER V

                                 INEZ

We had sighted the house from far away shortly after sunrise and by
midday we were there. As we approached I saw that it stood almost
immediately beneath two great baobab trees, babyan trees we call them
in South Africa, perhaps because monkeys eat their fruit. It was a
thatched house with whitewashed walls and a stoep or veranda round it,
apparently of the ordinary Dutch type. Moreover, beyond it, at a
little distance were other houses or rather shanties with waggon
sheds, etc., and beyond and mixed up with these a number of native
huts. Further on were considerable fields green with springing corn;
also we saw herds of cattle grazing on the slopes. Evidently our white
man was rich.

Umslopogaas surveyed the place with a soldier's eye and said to me,

"This must be a peaceful country, Macumazahn, where no attack is
feared, since of defences I see none."

"Yes," I answered, "why not, with a wilderness behind it and bush-veld
and a great river in front?"

"Men can cross rivers and travel through bush-veld," he answered, and
was silent.

Up to this time we had seen no one, although it might have been
presumed that a waggon trekking towards the house was a sufficiently
unusual sight to have attracted attention.

"Where can they be?" I asked.

"Asleep, Baas, I think," said Hans, and as a matter of fact he was
right. The whole population of the place was indulging in a noonday
siesta.

At last we came so near to the house that I halted the waggon and
descended from the driving-box in order to investigate. At this moment
someone did appear, the sight of whom astonished me not a little,
namely, a very striking-looking young woman. She was tall, handsome,
with large dark eyes, good features, a rather pale complexion, and I
think the saddest face that I ever saw. Evidently she had heard the
noise of the waggon and had come out to see what caused it, for she
had nothing on her head, which was covered with thick hair of a raven
blackness. Catching sight of the great Umslopogaas with his gleaming
axe and of his savage-looking bodyguard, she uttered an exclamation
and not unnaturally turned to fly.

"It's all right," I sang out, emerging from behind the oxen, and in
English, though before the words had left my lips I reflected that
there was not the slightest reason to suppose that she would
understand them. Probably she was Dutch, or Portuguese, although by
some instinct I had addressed her in English.

To my surprise she answered me in the same tongue, spoken, it is true,
with a peculiar accent which I could not place, as it was neither
Scotch nor Irish.

"Thank you," she said. "I, sir, was frightened. Your friends look----"
Here she stumbled for a word, then added, "terrocious."

I laughed at this composite adjective and answered,

"Well, so they are in a way, though they will not harm you or me. But,
young lady, tell me, can we outspan here? Perhaps your husband----"

"I have no husband, I have only a father, sir," and she sighed.

"Well, then, could I speak to your father? My name is Allan Quatermain
and I am making a journey of exploration, to find out about the
country beyond, you know."

"Yes, I will go to wake him. He is asleep. Everyone sleeps here at
midday--except me," she said with another sigh.

"Why do you not follow their example?" I asked jocosely, for this
young woman puzzled me and I wanted to find out about her.

"Because I sleep little, sir, who think too much. There will be plenty
of time to sleep soon for all of us, will there not?"

I stared at her and inquired her name, because I did not know what
else to say.

"My name is Inez Robertson," she answered. "I will go to wake my
father. Meanwhile please unyoke your oxen. They can feed with the
others; they look as though they wanted rest, poor things." Then she
turned and went into the house.

"Inez Robertson," I said to myself, "that's a queer combination.
English father and Portuguese mother, I suppose. But what can an
Englishman be doing in a place like this? If it had been a trek-Boer I
should not have been surprised." Then I began to give directions about
out-spanning.

We had just got the oxen out of the yokes, when a big, raw-boned, red-
bearded, blue-eyed, roughly-clad man of about fifty years of age
appeared from the house, yawning. I threw my eye over him as he
advanced with a peculiar rolling gait, and formed certain conclusions.
A drunkard who has once been a gentleman, I reflected to myself, for
there was something peculiarly dissolute in his appearance, also one
who has had to do with the sea, a diagnosis which proved very
accurate.

"How do you do, Mr. Allan Quatermain, which I think my daughter said
is your name, unless I dreamed it, for it is one that I seem to have
heard before," he exclaimed with a broad Scotch accent which I do not
attempt to reproduce. "What in the name of blazes brings you here
where no real white man has been for years? Well, I am glad enough to
see you any way, for I am sick of half-breed Portuguese and niggers,
and snuff-and-butter girls, and gin and bad whisky. Leave your people
to attend to those oxen and come in and have a drink."

"Thank you, Mr. Robertson----"

"Captain Robertson," he interrupted. "Man, don't look astonished. You
mightn't guess it, but I commanded a mail-steamer once and should like
to hear myself called rightly again before I die."

"I beg your pardon--Captain Robertson, but myself, I don't drink
anything before sundown. However, if you have something to eat----?"

"Oh yes, Inez--she's my daughter--will find you a bite. Those men of
yours," and he also looked doubtfully at Umslopogaas and his savage
company, "will want food as well. I'll have a beast killed for them;
they look as if they could eat it, horns and all. Where are my people?
All asleep, I suppose, the lazy lubbers. Wait a bit, I'll wake them
up."

Going to the house he snatched a great sjambok cut from hippopotamus
hide, from where it hung on a nail in the wall, and ran towards the
group of huts which I have mentioned, roaring out the name Thomaso,
also a string of oaths such as seamen use, mixed with others of a
Portuguese variety. What happened there I could not see because boughs
were in the way, but presently I heard blows and screams, and caught
sight of people, all dark-skinned, flying from the huts.

A little later a fat, half-breed man--I should say from his curling
hair that his mother was a negress and his father a Portuguese--
appeared with some other nondescript fellows and began to give
directions in a competent fashion about our oxen, also as to the
killing of a calf. He spoke in bastard Portuguese, which I could
understand, and I heard him talk of Umslopogaas to whom he pointed, as
"that nigger," after the fashion of such cross-bred people who choose
to consider themselves white men. Also he made uncomplimentary remarks
about Hans, who of course understood every word he said. Evidently
Thomaso's temper had been ruffled by this sudden and violent
disturbance of his nap.

Just then our host appeared puffing with his exertions and declaring
that he had stirred up the swine with a vengeance, in proof of which
he pointed to the sjambok that was reddened with blood.

"Captain Robertson," I said, "I wish to give you a hint to be passed
on to Mr. Thomaso, if that is he. He spoke of the Zulu soldier there
as a nigger, etc. Well, he is a chief of a high rank and rather a
terrible fellow if roused. Therefore I recommend Mr. Thomaso not to
let him understand that he is insulting him."

"Oh! that's the way of these 'snuff-and-butters' one of whose
grandmothers once met a white man," replied the Captain, laughing,
"but I'll tell him," and he did in Portuguese.

His retainer listened in silence, looking at Umslopogaas rather
sulkily. Then we walked into the house. As we went the Captain said,

"Seor Thomaso--he calls himself Seor--is my manager here and a
clever man, honest too in his way and attached to me, perhaps because
I saved his life once. But he has a nasty temper, as have all these
cross-breeds, so I hope he won't get wrong with that native who
carries a big axe."

"I hope so too, for his own sake," I replied emphatically.

The Captain led the way into the sitting-room; there was but one in
the house. It proved a queer kind of place with rude furniture seated
with strips of hide after the Boer fashion, and yet bearing a certain
air of refinement which was doubtless due to Inez, who, with the
assistance of a stout native girl, was already engaged in setting the
table. Thus there was a shelf with books, Shakespeare was one of
these, I noticed--over which hung an ivory crucifix, which suggested
that Inez was a Catholic. On the walls, too, were some good portraits,
and on the window-ledge a jar full of flowers. Also the forks and
spoons were of silver, as were the mugs, and engraved with a
tremendous coat-of-arms and a Portuguese motto.

Presently the food appeared, which was excellent and plentiful, and
the Captain, his daughter and I sat down and ate. I noted that he
drank gin and water, an innocent-looking beverage but strong as he
took it. It was offered to me, but like Miss Inez, I preferred coffee.

During the meal and afterwards while we smoked upon the veranda, I
told them as much as I thought desirable of my plans. I said that I
was engaged upon a journey of exploration of the country beyond the
Zambesi, and that having heard of this settlement, which, by the way,
was called Strathmuir, as I gathered after a place in far away
Scotland where the Captain had been born and passed his childhood, I
had come here to inquire as to how to cross the great river, and about
other things.

The Captain was interested, especially when I informed him that I was
that same "Hunter Quatermain" of whom he had heard in past years, but
he told me that it would be impossible to take the waggon down into
the low bush-veld which we could see beneath us, as there all the oxen
would die of the bite of the tsetse fly. I answered that I was aware
of this and proposed to try to make an arrangement to leave it in his
charge till I returned.

"That might be managed, Mr. Quatermain," he answered. "But, man, will
you ever return? They say there are queer folk living on the other
side of the Zambesi, savage men who are cannibals, Amahagger I think
they call them. It was they who in past years cleaned out all this
country, except a few river tribes who live in floating huts or on
islands among the reeds, and that's why it is so empty. But this
happened long ago, much before my time, and I don't suppose they will
ever cross the river again."

"If I might ask, what brought you here, Captain?" I said, for the
point was one on which I felt curious.

"That which brings most men to wild places, Mr. Quatermain--trouble.
If you want to know, I had a misfortune and piled up my ship. There
were some lives lost and, rightly or wrongly, I got the sack. Then I
started as a trader in a God-forsaken hole named Chinde, one of the
Zambesi mouths, you know, and did very well, as we Scotchmen have a
way of doing.

"There I married a Portuguese lady, a real lady of high blood, one of
the old sort. When my girl, Inez, was about twelve years old I got
into more trouble, for my wife died and it pleased a certain relative
of hers to say that it was because I had neglected her. This ended in
a row and the truth is that I killed him--in fair fight, mind you.
Still, kill him I did though I scarcely knew that I had done it at the
time, after which the place grew too hot to hold me. So I sold up and
swore that I would have no more to do with what they are pleased to
call civilisation on the East Coast.

"During my trading I had heard that there was fine country up this
way, and here I came and settled years ago, bringing my girl and
Thomaso, who was one of my managers, also a few other people with me.
And here I have been ever since, doing very well as before, for I
trade a lot of ivory and other things and grow stuff and cattle, which
I sell to the River natives. Yes, I am a rich man now and could go to
live on my means in Scotland, or anywhere."

"Why don't you?" I asked.

"Oh! for many reasons. I have lost touch with all that and become half
wild and I like this life and the sunshine and being my own master.
Also, if I did, things might be raked up against me, about that man's
death. Also, though I daresay it will make you think badly of me for
it, Mr. Quatermain, I have ties down there," and he waved is hand
towards the village, if so it could be called, "which it wouldn't be
easy for me to break. A man may be fond of his children, Mr.
Quatermain, even if their skins ain't so white as they ought to be.
Lastly I have habits--you see, I am speaking out to you as man to man
--which might get me into trouble again if I went back to the world,"
and he nodded his fine, capable-looking head in the direction of the
bottle on the table.

"I see," I said hastily, for this kind of confession bursting out of
the man's lonely heart when what he had drunk took a hold of him, was
painful to hear. "But how about your daughter, Miss Inez?"

"Ah!" he said, with a quiver in his voice, "there you touch it. She
ought to go away. There is no one for her to marry here, where we
haven't seen a white man for years, and she's a lady right enough,
like her mother. But who is she to go to, being a Roman Catholic whom
my own dour Presbyterian folk in Scotland, if any of them are left,
would turn their backs on? Moreover, she loves me in her own fashion,
as I love her, and she wouldn't leave me because she thinks it her
duty to stay and knows that if she did, I should go to the devil
altogether. Still--perhaps you might help me about her, Mr.
Quatermain, that is if you live to come back from your journey," he
added doubtfully.

I felt inclined to ask how I could possibly help in such a matter, but
thought it wisest to say nothing. This, however, he did not notice,
for he went on,

"Now I think I will have a nap, as I do my work in the early morning,
and sometimes late at night when my brain seems to clear up again, for
you see I was a sailor for many years and accustomed to keeping
watches. You'll look after yourself, won't you, and treat the place as
your own?" Then he vanished into the house to lie down.

When I had finished my pipe I went for a walk. First I visited the
waggon where I found Umslopogaas and his company engaged in cooking
the beast that had been given them, Zulu fashion; Hans with his usual
cunning had already secured a meal, probably from the servants, or
from Inez herself; at least he left them and followed me. First we
went down to the huts, where we saw a number of good-looking young
women of mixed blood, all decently dressed and engaged about their
household duties. Also we saw four or five boys and girls, to say
nothing of a baby in arms, fine young people, one or two of whom were
more white than coloured.

"Those children are very like the Baas with the red beard," remarked
Hans reflectively.

"Yes," I said, and shivered, for now I understood the awfulness of
this poor man's case. He was the father of a number of half-breeds who
tied him to this spot as anchors tie a ship. I went on rather hastily
past some sheds to a long, low building which proved to be a store.
Here the quarter-blood called Thomaso, and some assistants were
engaged in trading with natives from the Zambesi swamps, men of a kind
that I had never seen, but in a way more civilised than many further
south. What they were selling or buying, I did not stop to see, but I
noticed that the store was full of goods of one sort or another,
including a great deal of ivory, which, as I supposed, had come down
the river from inland.

Then we walked on to the cultivated fields where we saw corn growing
very well, also tobacco and other crops. Beyond this were cattle
kraals and in the distance we perceived a great number of cattle and
goats feeding on the slopes.

"This red-bearded Baas must be very rich in all things," remarked the
observant Hans when we had completed our investigations.

"Yes," I answered, "rich and yet poor."

"How can a man be both rich and yet poor, Baas?" asked Hans.

Just at that moment some of the half-breed children whom I have
mentioned, ran past us more naked than dressed and whooping like
little savages. Hans contemplated them gravely, then said,

"I think I understand now, Baas. A man may be rich in things he loves
and yet does not want, which makes him poor in other ways."

"Yes," I answered, "as you /are/, Hans, when you take too much to
drink."

Just then we met the stately Miss Inez returning from the store,
carrying some articles in a basket, soap, I think, and tea in a
packet, amongst them. I told Hans to take the basket and bear it to
the house for her. He went off with it and, walking slowly, we fell
into conversation.

"Your father must do very well here," I said, nodding at the store
with the crowd of natives round it.

"Yes," she answered, "he makes much money which he puts in a bank at
the coast, for living costs us nothing and there is great profit in
what he buys and sells, also in the crops he grows and in the cattle.
But," she added pathetically, "what is the use of money in a place
like this?"

"You can get things with it," I answered vaguely.

"That is what my father says, but what does he get? Strong stuff to
drink; dresses for those women down there, and sometimes pearls,
jewels and other things for me which I do not want. I have a box full
of them set in ugly gold, or loose which I cannot use, and if I put
them on, who is there to see them? That clever half-breed, Thomaso--
for he is clever in his way, faithful too--or the women down there--no
one else."

"You do not seem to be happy, Miss Inez."

"No. I cannot tell how unhappy others are, who have met none, but
sometimes I think that I must be the most miserable woman in the
world."

"Oh! no," I replied cheerfully, "plenty are worse off."

"Then, Mr. Quatermain, it must be because they cannot feel. Did you
ever have a father whom you loved?"

"Yes, Miss Inez. He is dead, but he was a very good man, a kind of
saint. Ask my servant, the little Hottentot Hans; he will tell you
about him."

"Ah! a very good man. Well, as you may have guessed, mine is not,
though there is much good in him, for he has a kind heart, and a big
brain. But the drink and those women down there, they ruin him," and
she wrung her hands.

"Why don't you go away?" I blurted out.

"Because it is my duty to stop. That is what my religion teaches me,
although of it I know little except through books, who have seen no
priest for years except one who was a missionary, a Baptist, I think,
who told me that my faith was false and would lead me to hell. Yes,
not understanding how I lived, he said that, who did not know that
hell is here. No, I cannot go, who hopes always that still God and the
Saints will show me how to save my father, even though it be with my
blood. And now I have said too much to you who are quite a stranger.
Yet, I do not know why, I feel that you will not betray me, and what
is more, that you will help me if you can, since you are not one of
those who drink, or----" and she waved her hand towards the huts.

"I have my faults, Miss Inez," I answered.

"Yes, no doubt, else you would be a saint, not a man, and even the
saints had their faults, or so I seem to remember, and became saints
by repentance and conquering them. Still, I am sure that you will help
me if you can."

Then with a sudden flash of her dark eyes that said more than all her
words, she turned and left me.

Here's a pretty kettle of fish, thought I to myself as I strolled back
to the waggon to see how things were going on there, and how to get
the live fish out of the kettle before they boil or spoil is more than
I know. I wonder why fate is always finding me such jobs to do.

Even as I thought thus a voice in my heart seemed to echo that poor
girl's words--because it is your duty--and to add others to them--woe
betide him who neglects his duty. I was appointed to try to hook a few
fish out of the vast kettle of human woe, and therefore I must go on
hooking. Meanwhile this particular problem seemed beyond me. Perhaps
Fate would help, I reflected. As a matter of fact, in the end Fate
did, if Fate is the right word to use in this connection.



                              CHAPTER VI

                           THE SEA-COW HUNT

Now it had been my intention to push forward across the river at once,
but here luck, or our old friend, Fate, was against me. To begin with
several of Umslopogaas' men fell sick with a kind of stomach trouble,
arising no doubt from something they had eaten. This, however, was not
their view, or that of Umslopogaas himself. It happened that one of
these men, Goroko by name, who practised as a witch-doctor in his
lighter moments, naturally suspected that a spell had been cast upon
them, for such people see magic in everything.

Therefore he organised a "smelling-out" at which Umslopogaas, who was
as superstitious as the rest, assisted. So did Hans, although he
called himself a Christian, partly out of curiosity, for he was as
curious as a magpie, and partly from fear lest some implication should
be brought against him in his absence. I saw the business going on
from a little distance, and, unseen myself, thought it well to keep an
eye upon the proceedings in case anything untoward should occur. This
I did with Miss Inez, who had never witnessed anything of the sort, as
a companion.

The circle, a small one, was formed in the usual fashion; Goroko
rigged up in the best witch-doctor's costume that he could improvise,
duly came under the influence of his "Spirit" and skipped about,
waving a wildebeeste's tail, and so forth.

Finally to my horror he broke out of the ring, and running to a group
of spectators from the village, switched Thomaso, who was standing
among them with a lordly and contemptuous air, across the face with
the gnu's tail, shouting out that he was the wizard who had poisoned
the bowels of the sick men. Thereon Thomaso, who although he could be
insolent, like most crossbreeds was not remarkable for courage, seeing
the stir that this announcement created amongst the fierce-faced Zulus
and fearing developments, promptly bolted, none attempting to follow
him.

After this, just as I thought that everything was over and that the
time had come for me to speak a few earnest words to Umslopogaas,
pointing out that matters must go no further as regards Thomaso, whom
I knew that he and his people hated, Goroko went back to the circle
and was seized with a new burst of inspiration.

Throwing down his whisk, he lifted his arms above his head and stared
at the heavens. Then he began to shout out something in a loud voice
which I was too far off to catch. Whatever it may have been, evidently
it frightened his hearers, as I could see from the expressions on
their faces. Even Umslopogaas was alarmed, for he let his axe fall for
a moment, rose as though to speak, then sat down again and covered his
eyes with his hands.

In a minute it was over; Goroko seemed to become normal, took some
snuff and as I guessed, after the usual fashion of these doctors,
began to ask what he had been saying while the "Spirit" possessed him,
which he either had, or affected to have, forgotten. The circle, too,
broke up and its members began to talk to each other in a subdued way,
while Umslopogaas remained seated on the ground, brooding, and Hans
slipped away in his snake-like fashion, doubtless in search of me.

"What was it all about, Mr. Quatermain?" asked Inez.

"Oh! a lot of nonsense," I said. "I fancy that witch-doctor declared
that your friend Thomaso put something into those men's food to make
them sick."

"I daresay that he did; it would be just like him, Mr. Quatermain, as
I know that he hates them, especially Umslopogaas, of whom I am very
fond. He brought me some beautiful flowers this morning which he had
found somewhere, and made a long speech which I could not understand."

The idea of Umslopogaas, that man of blood and iron, bringing flowers
to a young lady, was so absurd that I broke out laughing and even the
sad-faced Inez smiled. Then she left me to see about something and I
went to speak to Hans and asked him what had happened.

"Something rather queer, I think, Baas," he answered vacuously,
"though I did not quite understand the last part. The doctor, Goroko,
smelt out Thomaso as the man who had made them sick, and though they
will not kill him because we are guests here, those Zulus are very
angry with Thomaso and I think will beat him if they get a chance. But
that is only the small half of the stick," and he paused.

"What is the big half, then?" I asked with irritation.

"Baas, the Spirit in Goroko----"

"The jackass in Goroko, you mean," I interrupted. "How can you, who
are a Christian, talk such rubbish about spirits? I only wish that my
father could hear you."

"Oh! Baas, your reverend father, the Predikant, is now wise enough to
know all about Spirits and that there are some who come into black
witch-doctors though they turn up their noses at white men and leave
them alone. However, whatever it is that makes Goroko speak, got hold
of him so that his lips said, though he remembered nothing of it
afterwards, that soon this place would be red with blood--that there
would be a great killing here, Baas. That is all."

"Red with blood! Whose blood? What did the fool mean?"

"I don't know, Baas, but what you call the jackass in Goroko, declared
that those who are 'with the Great Medicine'--meaning what you wear,
Baas--will be quite safe. So I hope that it will not be our blood;
also that you will get out of this place as soon as you can."

Well, I scolded Hans because he believed in what this doctor said, for
I could see that he did believe it, then went to question Umslopogaas,
whom I found looking quite pleased, which annoyed me still more.

"What is it that Goroko has been saying and why do you smile,
Bulalio?" I asked.

"Nothing much, Macumazahn, except that the man who looks like tallow
that has gone bad, put something in our food which made us sick, for
which I would kill him were he not Red-beard's servant and that it
would frighten the lady his daughter. Also he said that soon there
will be fighting, which is why I smiled, who grow weary of peace. We
came out to fight, did we not?"

"Certainly not," I answered. "We came out to make a quiet journey in
strange lands, which is what I mean to do."

"Ah! well, Macumazahn, in strange lands one meets strange men with
whom one does not always agree, and then /Inkosikaas/ begins to talk,"
and he whirled the great axe round his head, making the air whistle as
it was forced through the gouge at its back.

I could get no more out of him, so having extracted a promise from him
that nothing should happen to Thomaso who, I pointed out, was probably
quite unjustly accused, I went away.

Still, the whole incident left a disagreeable impression on my mind,
and I began to wish that we were safe across the Zambesi without more
trouble. But we could not start at once because two of the Zulus were
still not well enough to travel and there were many preparations to be
made about the loads, and so forth, since the waggon must be left
behind. Also, and this was another complication--Hans had a sore upon
his foot, resulting from the prick of a poisonous thorn, and it was
desirable that this should be quite healed before we marched.

So it came about that I was really glad when Captain Robertson
suggested that we should go down to a certain swamp formed, I
gathered, by some small tributary of the Zambesi to take part in a
kind of hippopotamus battue. It seemed that at this season of the year
these great animals always frequented the place in numbers, also that
by barring a neck of deep water through which they gained it, they, or
a proportion of them, could be cut off and killed.

This had been done once or twice in the past, though not of late,
perhaps because Captain Robertson had lacked the energy to organise
such a hunt. Now he wished to do so again, taking advantage of my
presence, both because of the value of the hides of the sea-cows which
were cut up to be sent to the coast and sold as /sjamboks/ or whips,
and because of the sport of the thing. Also I think he desired to show
me that he was not altogether sunk in sloth and drink.

I fell in with the idea readily enough, since in all my hunting life I
had never seen anything of the sort, especially as I was told that the
expedition would not take more than a week and I reckoned that the
sick men and Hans would not be fit to travel sooner. So great
preparations were made. The riverside natives, whose share of the
spoil was to be the carcases of the slain sea-cows, were summoned by
hundreds and sent off to their appointed stations to beat the swamps
at a signal given by the firing of a great pile of reeds. Also many
other things were done upon which I need not enter.

Then came the time for us to depart to the appointed spot over twenty
miles away, most of which distance it seemed we could trek in the
waggon. Captain Robertson, who for the time had cut off his gin, was
as active about the affair as though he were once more in command of a
mail-steamer. Nothing escaped his attention; indeed, in the care which
he gave to details he reminded me of the captain of a great ship that
is leaving port, and from it I learned how able a man he must once
have been.

"Does your daughter accompany us?" I asked on the night before we
started.

"Oh! no," he answered, "she would only be in the way. She will be
quite safe here, especially as Thomaso, who is no hunter, remains in
charge of the place with some of the older natives to look after the
women and children."

Later I saw Inez herself, who said that she would have liked to come,
although she hated to see great beasts killed, but that her father was
against it because he thought she might catch fever. So she supposed
that she had better remain where she was.

I agreed, though in my heart I was doubtful, and said that I would
leave Hans, whose foot was not as yet quite well, and with whom she
had made friends as she had done with Umslopogaas, to look after her.
Also there would be with him the two great Zulus who were now
recovering from their attack of stomach sickness, so that she would
have nothing to fear. She answered with her slow smile that she feared
nothing, still, she would have liked to come with us. Then we parted,
as it proved for a long time.

It was quite a ceremony. Umslopogaas, "in the name of the Axe"
solemnly gave over Inez to the charge of his two followers, bidding
them guard her with so much earnestness that I began to suspect he
feared something which he did not choose to mention. My mind went back
indeed to the prophecy of the witch-doctor Goroko, of which it was
possible that he might be thinking, but as while he spoke he kept his
fierce eyes fixed upon the fat and pompous quarter-breed, Thomaso, I
concluded that here was the object of his doubts.

It might have occurred to him that this Thomaso would take the
opportunity of her father's absence to annoy Inez. If so I was sure
that he was mistaken for various reasons, of which I need only quote
one, namely, that even if such an idea had ever entered his head,
Thomaso was far too great a coward to translate it into action. Still,
suspecting something, I also gave Hans instructions to keep a sharp
eye on Inez and generally to watch the place, and if he saw anything
suspicious, to communicate with us at once.

"Yes, Baas," said Hans, "I will look after 'Sad-Eyes'"--for so with
their usual quickness of observation our Zulus had named Inez--"as
though she were my grandmother, though what there is to fear for her,
I do not know. But, Baas, I would much rather come and look after you,
as your reverend father, the Predikant, told me to do always, which is
my duty, not girl-herding, Baas. Also my foot is now quite well and--I
want to shoot sea-cows, and----" Here he paused.

"And what, Hans?"

"And Goroko said that there was going to be much fighting and if there
should be fighting and you should come to harm because I was not there
to protect you, what would your reverend father think of me then?"

All of which meant two things: that Hans never liked being separated
from me if he could help it, and that he much preferred a shooting
trip to stopping alone in this strange place with nothing to do except
eat and sleep. So I concluded, though indeed I did not get quite to
the bottom of the business. In reality Hans was putting up a most
gallant struggle against temptation.

As I found out afterwards, Captain Robertson had been giving him
strong drink on the sly, moved thereto by sympathy with a fellow
toper. Also he had shown him where, if he wanted it, he could get
more, and Hans always wanted gin very badly indeed. To leave it within
his reach was like leaving a handful of diamonds lying about in the
room of a thief. This he knew, but was ashamed to tell me the truth,
and thence came much trouble.

"You will stop here, Hans, look after the young lady and nurse your
foot," I said sternly, whereon he collapsed with a sigh and asked for
some tobacco.

Meanwhile Captain Robertson, who I think had been taking a stirrup cup
to cheer him on the road, was making his farewells down in what was
known as "the village," for I saw him there kissing a collection of
half-breed children, and giving Thomaso instructions to look after
them and their mothers. Returning at length, he called to Inez, who
remained upon the veranda, for she always seemed to shrink from her
father after his visits to the village, to "keep a stiff upper lip"
and not feel lonely, and commanded the cavalcade to start.

So off we went, about twenty of the village natives, a motley crew
armed with every kind of gun, marching ahead and singing songs. Then
came the waggon with Captain Robertson and myself seated on the
driving-box, and lastly Umslopogaas and his Zulus, except the two who
had been left behind.

We trekked along a kind of native road over fine veld of the same
character as that on which Strathmuir stood, having the lower-lying
bush-veld which ran down to the Zambesi on our right. Before nightfall
we came to a ridge whereon this bush-veld turned south, fringing that
tributary of the great river in the swamps of which we were to hunt
for sea-cows. Here we camped and next morning, leaving the waggon in
charge of my /voorlooper/ and a couple of the Strathmuir natives, for
the driver was to act as my gun-bearer--we marched down into the sea
of bush-veld. It proved to be full of game, but at this we dared not
fire for fearing of disturbing the hippopotami in the swamps beneath,
whence in that event they might escape us back to the river.

About midday we passed out of the bush-veld and reached the place
where the drive was to be. Here, bordered by steep banks covered with
bush, was swampy ground not more than two hundred yards wide, down the
centre of which ran a narrow channel of rather deep water, draining a
vast expanse of morass above. It was up this channel that the sea-cows
travelled to the feeding ground where they loved to collect at that
season of the year.

There with the assistance of some of the riverside natives we made our
preparations under the direction of Captain Robertson. The rest of
these men, to the number of several hundreds, had made a wide dtour
to the head of the swamps, miles away, whence they were to advance at
a certain signal. These preparations were simple. A quantity of thorn
trees were cut down and by means of heavy stones fastened to their
trunks, anchored in the narrow channel of deep water. To their tops,
which floated on the placid surface, were tied a variety of rags which
we had brought with us, such as old red flannel shirts, gay-coloured
but worn-out blankets, and I know not what besides. Some of these
fragments also were attached to the anchored ropes under water.

Also we selected places for the guns upon the steep banks that I have
mentioned, between which this channel ran. Foreseeing what would
happen, I chose one for myself behind a particularly stout rock and
what is more, built a stone wall to the height of several feet on the
landward side of it, as I guessed that the natives posted near to me
would prove wild in their shooting.

These labours occupied the rest of that day, and at night we retired
to higher ground to sleep. Before dawn on the following morning we
returned and took up our stations, some on one side of the channel and
some on the other which we had to reach in a canoe brought for the
purpose by the river natives.

Then, before the sun rose, Captain Robertson fired a huge pile of
dried reeds and bushes, which was to give the signal to the river
natives far away to begin their beat. This done, we sat down and
waited, after making sure that every gun had plenty of ammunition
ready.

As the dawn broke, by climbing a tree near my /schanze/ or shelter, I
saw a good many miles away to the south a wide circle of little fires,
and guessed that the natives were beginning to burn the dry reeds of
the swamp. Presently these fires drew together into a thin wall of
flame. Then I knew that it was time to return to the /schanze/ and
prepare. It was full daylight, however, before anything happened.

Watching the still channel of water, I saw ripples on it and bubbles
of air rising. Suddenly there appeared the head of a great bull-
hippopotamus which, having caught sight of our rag barricade, either
above or below water, had risen to the surface to see what it might
be. I put a bullet from an eight-bore rifle through its brain, whereon
it sank, as I guessed, stone dead to the bottom of the channel, thus
helping to increase the barricade by the bulk of its great body. Also
it had another effect. I have observed that sea-cows cannot bear the
smell and taint of blood, which frightens them horribly, so that they
will expose themselves to almost any risk, rather than get it into
their nostrils.

Now, in this still water where there was no perceptible current, the
blood from the dead bull soon spread all about so that when the herd,
following their leader, began to arrive they were much alarmed.
Indeed, the first of them on winding or tasting it, turned and tried
to get back up the channel where, however, they met others following,
and there ensued a tremendous confusion. They rose to the surface,
blowing, snorting, bellowing and scrambling over each other in the
water, while continually more and more arrived behind them, till there
was a perfect pandemonium in that narrow place.

All our guns opened fire wildly upon the mass; it was like a battle
and through the smoke I caught sight of the riverside natives who were
acting as beaters, advancing far away, fantastically dressed,
screaming with excitement and waving spears, or sometimes torches of
flaming reeds. Most of these were scrambling along the banks, but some
of the bolder spirits advanced over the lagoon in canoes, driving the
hippopotami towards the mouth of the channel by which alone they could
escape into the great swamps below and so on to the river. In all my
hunting experience I do not think I ever saw a more remarkable scene.
Still, in a way, to me it was unpleasant, for I flatter myself that I
am a sportsman and a battle of this sort is not sport as I understand
the term.

At length it came to this; the channel for quite a long way was
literally full of hippopotami--I should think there must have been a
hundred of them or more of all sorts and sizes, from great bulls down
to little calves. Some of these were killed, not many, for the
shooting of our gallant company was execrable and almost at hazard.
Also for every sea-cow that died, of which number I think that Captain
Robertson and myself accounted for most--many were only wounded.

Still, the unhappy beasts, crazed with noise and fire and blood, did
not seem to dare to face our frail barricade, probably for the reason
that I have given. For a while they remained massed together in the
water, or under it, making a most horrible noise. Then of a sudden
they seemed to take a resolution. A few of them broke back towards the
burning reeds, the screaming beaters and the advancing canoes. One of
these, indeed, a wounded bull, charged a canoe, crushed it in its huge
jaws and killed the rower, how exactly I do not know, for his body was
never found. The majority of them, however, took another counsel, for
emerging from the water on either side, they began to scramble towards
us along the steep banks, or even to climb up them with surprising
agility. It was at this point in the proceedings that I congratulated
myself earnestly upon the solid character of the water-worn rock which
I had selected as a shelter.

Behind this rock together with my gun-bearer and Umslopogaas, who, as
he did not shoot, had elected to be my companion, I crouched and
banged away at the unwieldy creatures as they advanced. But fire fast
as I might with two rifles, I could not stop the half of them--they
were drawing unpleasantly near. I glanced at Umslopogaas and even then
was amused to see that probably for the first time in his life that
redoubtable warrior was in a genuine fright.

"This is madness, Macumazahn," he shouted above the din. "Are we to
stop here and be stamped flat by a horde of water-pigs?"

"It seems so," I answered, "unless you prefer to be stamped flat
outside--or eaten," I added, pointing to a great crocodile that had
also emerged from the channel and was coming along towards us with
open jaws.

"By the Axe!" shouted Umslopogaas again, "I--a warrior--will not die
thus, trodden on like a slug by an ox."

Now I have mentioned a tree which I climbed. In his extremity
Umslopogaas rushed for that tree and went up it like a lamplighter,
just as the crocodile wriggled past its trunk, snapping at his
retreating legs.

After this I took no more note of him, partly because of the advancing
sea-cows, and more for the reason that one of the village natives
posted above me, firing wildly, put a large round bullet through the
sleeve of my coat. Indeed, had it not been for the wall which I built
that protected us, I am certain that both my bearer and I would have
been killed, for afterwards I found it splashed over with lead from
bullets which had struck the stones.

Well, thanks to the strength of my rock and to the wall, or as Hans
said afterwards, to Zikali's Great Medicine, we escaped unhurt. The
rush went by me; indeed, I killed one sea-cow so close that the powder
from the rifle actually burned its hide. But it did go by, leaving us
untouched. All, however, were not so fortunate, since of the village
natives two were trampled to death, while a third had his leg broken.

Also, and this was really amusing--a bewildered bull charging at full
speed, crashed into the trunk of Umslopogaas' tree, and as it was not
very thick, snapped it in two. Down came the top in which the
dignified chief was ensconced like a bird in a nest, though at that
moment there was precious little dignity about him. However, except
for scratches he was not hurt, as the hippopotamus had other business
in urgent need of attention and did not stop to settle with him.

"Such are the things which happen to a man who mixes himself up with
matters of which he knows nothing," said Umslopogaas sententiously to
me afterwards. But all the same he could never bear any allusion to
this tree-climbing episode in his martial career, which, as it
happened, had taken place in full view of his retainers, among whom it
remained the greatest of jokes. Indeed, he wanted to kill a man, the
wag of the party, who gave him a slang name which, being translated,
means "/He-who-is-so-brave-that-he-dares-to-ride-a-water-horse-up-a-
tree./"

It was all over at last, for which I thanked Providence devoutly. A
good many of the sea-cows were dead, I think twenty-one was out exact
bag, but the majority of them had escaped in one way or another, many
as I fear, wounded. I imagine that at the last the bulk of the herd
overcame its fears and swimming through our screen, passed away down
the channel. At any rate they were gone, and having ascertained that
there was nothing to be done for the man who had been trampled on my
side of the channel, I crossed it in the canoe with the object of
returning quietly to our camp to rest.

But as yet there was to be no quiet for me, for there I found Captain
Robertson, who I think had been refreshing himself out of a bottle and
was in a great state of excitement about a native who had been killed
near him who was a favourite of his, and another whose leg was broken.
He declared vehemently that the hippopotamus which had done this had
been wounded and rushed into some bushes a few hundred yards away, and
that he meant to take vengeance upon it. Indeed, he was just setting
off to do so.

Seeing his agitated state I thought it wisest to follow him. What
happened need not be set out in detail. It is sufficient to say that
he found that hippopotamus and blazed both barrels at it in the
bushes, hitting it, but not seriously. Out lumbered the creature with
its mouth open, wishing to escape. Robertson turned to fly as he was
in its path, but from one cause or another, tripped and fell down.
Certainly he would have been crushed beneath its huge feet had I not
stepped in front of him and sent two solid eight-bore bullets down
that yawning throat, killing it dead within three feet of where
Robertson was trying to rise, and I may add, of myself.

This narrow escape sobered him, and I am bound to say that his
gratitude was profuse.

"You are a brave man," he said, "and had it not been for you by now I
should be wherever bad people go. I'll not forget it, Mr. Quatermain,
and if ever you want anything that John Robertson can give, why, it's
yours."

"Very well," I answered, being seized by an inspiration, "I do want
something that you can give easily enough."

"Give it a name and it's yours, half my place, if you like."

"I want," I went on as I slipped new cartridges into the rifle, "I
want you to promise to give up drink for your daughter's sake. That's
what nearly did for you just now, you know."

"Man, you ask a hard thing," he said slowly. "But by God I'll try for
her sake and for yours too."

Then I went to help to set the leg of the injured man, which was all
the rest I got that morning.



                             CHAPTER VII

                               THE OATH

We spent three more days at that place. First it was necessary to
allow time to elapse before the gases which generated in their great
bodies caused those of the sea-cows which had been killed in the
water, to float. Then they must be skinned and their thick hides cut
into strips and pieces to be traded for /sjamboks/ or to make small
native shields for which some of the East Coast tribes will pay
heavily.

All this took a long while, during which I amused, or disgusted myself
in watching those river natives devouring the flesh of the beasts. The
lean, what there was of it, they dried and smoked into a kind of
"biltong," but a great deal of the fat they ate at once. I had the
curiosity to weigh a lump which was given to one thin, hungry-looking
fellow. It scaled quite twenty pounds. Within four hours he had eaten
it to the last ounce and lay there, a distended and torpid log. What
would not we white people give for such a digestion!

At last all was over and we started homewards, the man with a broken
leg being carried in a kind of litter. On the edge of the bush-veld we
found the waggon quite safe, also one of Captain Robertson's that had
followed us from Strathmuir in order to carry the expected load of
hippopotamus' hides and ivory. I asked my /voorlooper/ if anything had
happened during our absence. He answered nothing, but on the previous
evening after dark, he had seen a glow in the direction of Strathmuir
which lay on somewhat lower ground about twenty miles away, as though
numerous fires had been lighted there. It struck him so much, he
added, that he climbed a tree to observe it better. He did not think,
however, that any building had been burned there, as the glow was not
strong enough for that.

I suggested that it was caused by some grass fire or reed-burning, to
which he replied indifferently that he did not think so as the line of
the glow was not sufficiently continuous.

There the matter ended, though I confess that the story made me
anxious, for what exact reason I could not say. Umslopogaas also, who
had listened to it, for our talk was in Zulu, looked grave, but made
no remark. But as since his tree-climbing experience he had been
singularly silent, of this I thought little.

We had trekked at a time which we calculated would bring us to
Strathmuir about an hour before sundown, allowing for a short halt
half way. As my oxen were got in more quickly than those of the other
waggon after this outspan, I was the first away, followed at a little
distance by Umslopogaas, who preferred to walk with his Zulus. The
truth was that I could not get that story about the glow of fires out
of my mind and was anxious to push on, which had caused me to hurry up
the inspanning.

Perhaps we had covered a couple of miles of the ten or twelve which
still lay between us and Strathmuir, when far off on the crest of one
of the waves of the veld which much resembled those of the swelling
sea frozen while in motion, I saw a small figure approaching us at a
rapid trot. Somehow that figure suggested Hans to my mind, so much so
that I fetched my glasses to examine it more closely. A short scrutiny
through them convinced me that Hans it was, Hans and no other,
advancing at a great pace.

Filled with uneasiness, I ordered the driver to flog up the oxen, with
the result that in a little over five minutes we met. Halting the
waggon, I leapt from the waggon-box and calling to Umslopogaas who had
kept up with us at a slow, swinging trot, went to Hans, who, when he
saw me, stood still at a little distance, swinging his apology for a
hat in his hand, as was his fashion when ashamed or perplexed.

"What is the matter, Hans?" I asked when we were within speaking
distance.

"Oh! Baas, everything," he answered, and I noticed that he kept his
eyes fixed upon the ground and that his lips twitched.

"Speak, you fool, and in Zulu," I said, for by now Umslopogaas had
joined me.

"Baas," he answered in that tongue, "a terrible thing has come about
at the farm of Red-Beard yonder. Yesterday afternoon at the time when
people are in the habit of sleeping there till the sun grows less hot,
a body of great men with fierce faces who carried big spears--perhaps
there were fifty of them, Baas--crept up to the place through the long
grass and growing crops, and attacked it."

"Did you see them come?" I asked.

"No, Baas. I was watching at a little distance as you bade me do and
the sun being hot, I shut my eyes to keep out the glare of it, so that
I did not see them until they had passed me and heard the noise."

"You mean that you were asleep or drunk, Hans, but go on."

"Baas, I do not know," he answered shamefacedly, "but after that I
climbed a tall tree with a kind of bush at the top of it" (I
ascertained afterwards that this was a sort of leafy-crowned palm),
"and from it I saw everything without being seen."

"What did you see, Hans?" I asked him.

"I saw the big men run up and make a kind of circle round the village.
Then they shouted, and the people in the village came out to see what
was the matter. Thomaso and some of the men caught sight of them first
and ran away fast into the hillside at the back where the trees grow,
before the circle was complete. Then the women and the children came
out and the big men killed them with their spears--all, all!"

"Good God!" I exclaimed. "And what happened at the house and to the
lady?"

"Baas, some of the men had surrounded that also and when she heard the
noise the lady Sad-Eyes came out on to the stoep and with her came the
two Zulus of the Axe who had been left sick but were now quite
recovered. A number of the big men ran as though to take her, but the
two Zulus made a great fight in front of the little steps to the
stoep, having their backs protected by the stoep, and killed six of
them before they themselves were killed. Also Sad-Eyes shot one with a
pistol she carried, and wounded another so that the spear fell out of
his hand.

"Then the rest fell on her and tied her up, setting her in a chair on
the stoep where two remained to watch her. They did her no hurt, Baas;
indeed, they seemed to treat her as gently as they could. Also they
went into the house and there they caught that tall fat yellow girl
who always smiles and is called Janee, she who waits upon the Lady
Sad-Eyes, and brought her out to her. I think they told her, Baas,
that she must look after her mistress and that if she tried to run
away she would be killed, for afterwards I saw Janee bring her food
and other things."

"And then, Hans?"

"Then, Baas, most of the great men rested a while, though some of them
went through the store gathering such things as they liked, blankets,
knives and iron cooking-pots, but they set fire to nothing, nor did
they try to catch the cattle. Also they took dry wood from the pile
and lit big fires, eight or nine of them, and when the sun set they
began to feast."

"What did they feast on, Hans, if they took no cattle?" I asked with a
shiver, for I was afraid of I knew not what.

"Baas," answered Hans, turning his head away and looking at the
ground, "they feasted on the children whom they had killed, also on
some of the young women. These tall soldiers are men-eaters, Baas."

At this horrible intelligence I turned faint and felt as though I was
going to fall, but recovering myself, signed to him to go on with his
story.

"They feasted quite nicely, Baas," he continued, "making no noise.
Then some of them slept while others watched, and that went on all
night. As soon as it was dark, but before the moon rose, I slid down
the tree and crept round to the back of the house without being seen
or heard, as I can, Baas. I got into the house by the back door and
crawled to the window of the sitting-room. It was open and peeping
through I saw Sad-Eyes still tied to the seat on the stoep not more
than a pace away, while the girl Janee crouched on the floor at her
feet--I think she was asleep or fainting.

"I made a little noise, like a night-adder hissing, and kept on making
it, till at last Sad-Eyes turned her head. Then I spoke in a very low
whisper, for fear lest I should wake the two guards who were dozing on
either side of her wrapped in their blankets, saying, 'It is I, Hans,
come to help you.' 'You cannot,' she answered, also speaking very low.
'Get to your master and tell him and my father to follow. These men
are called Amahagger and live far away across the river. They are
going to take me to their home, as I understand, to rule them, because
they want a white woman to be a queen over them who have always been
ruled by a certain white queen, against whom they have rebelled. I do
not think they mean to do me any harm, unless perhaps they want to
marry me to their chief, but of this I am not sure from their talk
which I understand badly. Now go, before they catch you.'

"'I think you might get away,' I whispered back. 'I will cut your
bonds. When you are free, slip through the window and I will guide
you.'

"'Very well, try it,' she said.

"So I drew my knife and stretched out my arm. But then, Baas, I showed
myself a fool--if the Great Medicine had still been there I might have
known better. I forgot the starlight which shone upon the blade of the
knife. That girl Janee came out of her sleep or swoon, lifted her head
and saw the knife. She screamed once, then at a word from her mistress
was silent. But it was enough, for it woke up the guards who glared
about them and threatened Janee with their great spears, also they
went to sleep no more, but began to talk together, though what they
said I could not hear, for I was hiding on the floor of the room.
After this, knowing that I could do no good and might do harm and get
myself killed, I crept out of the house as I had crept in, and crawled
back to my tree."

"Why did you not come to me?" I asked.

"Because I still hoped I might be able to help Sad-Eyes, Baas. Also I
wanted to see what happened, and I knew that I could not bring you
here in time to be any good. Yet it is true I thought of coming though
I did not know the road."

"Perhaps you were right."

"At the first dawn," continued Hans, "the great men who are called
Amahagger rose and ate what was left over from the night before. Then
they gathered themselves together and went to the house. Here they
found a large chair, that seated with /rimpis/ in which the Baas Red-
Beard sits, and lashed two poles to the chair. Beneath the chair they
tied the garments and other things of the Lady Sad-Eyes which they
made Janee gather as Sad-Eyes directed her. This done, very gently
they sat Sad-Eyes herself in the chair, bowing while they made her
fast. After this eight of them set the poles upon their shoulders, and
they all went away at a trot, heading for the bush-veld, driving with
them a herd of goats which they had stolen from the farm, and making
Janee run by the chair. I saw everything, Baas, for they passed just
beneath my tree. Then I came to seek you, following the outward spoor
of the waggons which I could not have done well at night. That is all,
Baas."

"Hans," I said, "you have been drinking and because of it the lady
Sad-Eyes is taken a prisoner by cannibals; for had you been awake and
watching, you might have seen them coming and saved her and the rest.
Still, afterwards you did well, and for the rest you must answer to
Heaven."

"I must tell your reverend father, the Predikant, Baas, that the white
master, Red-Beard, gave me the liquor and it is rude not to do as a
great white master does, and drink it up. I am sure he will
understand, Baas," said Hans abjectly.

I thought to myself that it was true and that the spear which
Robertson cast had fallen upon his own head, as the Zulus say, but I
made no answer, lacking time for argument.

"Did you say," asked Umslopogaas, speaking for the first time, "that
my servants killed only six of these men-eaters?"

Hans nodded and answered, "Yes, six. I counted the bodies."

"It was ill done, they should have killed six each," said Umslopogaas
moodily. "Well, they have left the more for us to finish," and he
fingered the great axe.

Just then Captain Robertson arrived in his waggon, calling out
anxiously to know what was the matter, for some premonition of evil
seemed to have struck him. My heart sank at the sight of him, for how
was I to tell such a story to the father of the murdered children and
of the abducted girl?

In the end I felt that I could not. Yes, I turned coward and saying
that I must fetch something out of the waggon, bolted into it, bidding
Hans go forward and repeat his tale. He obeyed unwillingly enough and
looking out between the curtains of the waggon tent I saw all that
happened, though I could not hear the words that passed.

Robertson had halted the oxen and jumping from the waggon-box strode
forward and met Hans, who began to speak with him, twitching his hat
in his hands. Gradually as the tale progressed, I saw the Captain's
face freeze into a mask of horror. Then he began to argue and deny,
then to weep--oh! it was a terrible sight to see that great man
weeping over those whom he had lost, and in such a fashion.

After this a kind of blind rage seized him and I thought he was going
to kill Hans, who was of the same opinion, for he ran away. Next he
staggered about, shaking his fists, cursing and shouting, till
presently he fell of a heap and lay face downwards, beating his head
against the ground and groaning.

Now I went to him and sat up.

"That's a pretty story, Quatermain, which this little yellow monkey
has been gibbering at me. Man, do you understand what he says? He says
that all those half-blood children of mine are dead, murdered by
savages from over the Zambesi, yes, and eaten, too, with their
mothers. Do you take the point? Eaten like lambs. Those fires your man
saw last night were the fires on which they were cooked, my little
/so-and-so/ and /so-and-so/," and he mentioned half a dozen different
names. "Yes, cooked, Quatermain. And that isn't all of it, they have
taken Inez too. They didn't eat her, but they have dragged her off a
captive for God knows what reason. I couldn't understand. The whole
ship's crew is gone, except the captain absent on leave and the first
officer, Thomaso, who deserted with some Lascar stokers, and left the
women and children to their fate. My God, I'm going mad. I'm going
mad! If you have any mercy in you, give me something to drink."

"All right," I said, "I will. Sit here and wait a minute."

Then I went to the waggon and poured out a stiff tot of spirits into
which I put an amazing doze of bromide from a little medicine chest I
always carry with me, and thirty drops of chlorodyne on the top of it.
All this compound I mixed up with a little water and took it to him in
a tin cup so that he could not see the colour.

He drank it at a gulp and throwing the pannikin aside, sat down on the
veld, groaning while the company watched him at a respectful distance,
for Hans had joined the others and his tale had spread like fire in
drought-parched grass.

In a few minutes the drugs began to take effect upon Robertson's
tortured nerves, for he rose and said quietly,

"What now?"

"Vengeance, or rather justice," I answered.

"Yes," he exclaimed, "vengeance. I swear that I will be avenged, or
die--or both."

Again I saw my opportunity and said, "You must swear more than that,
Robertson. Only sober men can accomplish great things, for drink
destroys the judgment. If you wish to be avenged for the dead and to
rescue the living, you must be sober, or I for one will not help you."

"Will you help me if I do, to the end, good or ill, Quatermain?" he
added.

I nodded.

"That's as much as another's oath," he muttered. "Still, I will put my
thought in words. I swear by God, by my mother--like these natives--
and by my daughter born in honest marriage, that I will never touch
another drop of strong drink, until I have avenged those poor women
and their little children, and rescued Inez from their murderers. If I
do you may put a bullet through me."

"That's all right," I said in an offhand fashion, though inwardly I
glowed with pride at the success of my great idea, for at the time I
thought it great, and went on,

"Now let us get to business. The first thing to do is to trek to
Strathmuir and make preparations; the next to start upon the trail.
Come to sit on the waggon with me and tell me what guns and ammunition
you have got, for according to Hans those savages don't seem to have
touched anything, except a few blankets and a herd of goats."

He did as I asked, telling me all he could remember. Then he said,

"It is a strange thing, but now I recall that about two years ago a
great savage with a high nose, who talked a sort of Arabic which, like
Inez, I understand, having lived on the coast, turned up one day and
said he wanted to trade. I asked him what in, and he answered that he
would like to buy some children. I told him that I was not a slave-
dealer. Then he looked at Inez, who was moving about, and said that he
would like to buy her to be a wife for his Chief, and offered some
fabulous sum in ivory and in gold, which he said should be paid before
she was taken away. I snatched his big spear from his hand, broke it
over his head and gave him the best hiding with its shaft that he had
ever heard of. Then I kicked him off the place. He limped away but
when he was out of reach, turned and called out that one day he would
come again with others and take her, meaning Inez, without leaving the
price in ivory and gold. I ran for my gun, but when I got back he had
gone and I never thought of the matter again from that day to this."

"Well, he kept his promise," I said, but Robertson made no answer, for
by this time that thundering dose of bromide and laudanum had taken
effect on him and he had fallen asleep, of which I was glad, for I
thought that this sleep would save his sanity, as I believe it did for
a while.

We reached Strathmuir towards sunset, too late to think of attempting
the pursuit that day. Indeed, during our trek, I had thought the
matter out carefully and come to the conclusion that to try to do so
would be useless. We must rest and make preparations; also there was
no hope of our overtaking these brutes who already had a clear twelve
hours' start, by a sudden spurt. They must be run down patiently by
following their spoor, if indeed they could be run down at all before
they vanished into the vast recesses of unknown Africa. The most we
could do this night was to get ready.

Captain Robertson was still sleeping when we passed the village and of
this I was heartily glad, since the remains of a cannibal feast are
not pleasant to behold, especially when they are----! Indeed, of these
I determined to be rid at once, so slipping off the waggon with Hans
and some of the farm boys, for none of the Zulus would defile
themselves by touching such human remnants--I made up two of the
smouldering fires, the light of which the /voorlooper/ had seen upon
the sky, and on to them cast, or caused to be cast, those poor
fragments. Also I told the farm natives to dig a big grave and in it
to place the other bodies and generally to remove the traces of
murder.

Then I went on to the house, and not too soon. Seeing the waggons
arrive and having made sure that the Amahagger were gone, Thomaso and
the other cowards emerged from their hiding-places and returned.
Unfortunately for the former the first person he met was Umslopogaas,
who began to revile the fat half-breed in no measured terms, calling
him dog, coward, and other opprobrious names, such as deserter of
women and children, and so forth--all of which someone translated.

Thomaso, an insolent person, tried to swagger the matter out, saying
that he had gone to get assistance. Infuriated at this lie,
Umslopogaas leapt upon him with a roar and though he was a strong man,
dealt with him as a lion does with a buck. Lifting him from his feet,
he hurled him to the ground, then as he strove to rise and run, caught
him again and as it seemed to me, was about to break his back across
his knee. Just at this juncture I arrived.

"Let the man go," I shouted to him. "Is there not enough death here
already?"

"Yes," answered Umslopogaas, "I think there is. Best that this jackal
should live to eat his own shame," and he cast Thomaso to the ground,
where he lay groaning.

Robertson, who was still asleep in the waggon, woke up at the noise,
and descended from it, looking dazed. I got him to the house and in
doing so made my way past, or rather between the bodies of the two
Zulus and of the six men whom they had killed, also of him whom Inez
had shot. Those Zulus had made a splendid fight for they were covered
with wounds, all of them in front, as I found upon examination.

Having made Robertson lie down upon his bed, I took a good look at the
slain Amahagger. They were magnificent men, all of them; tall, spare
and shapely with very clear-cut features and rather frizzled hair.
From these characteristics, as well as the lightness of their colour,
I concluded that they were of a Semitic or Arab type, and that the
admixture of their blood with that of the Bantus was but slight, if
indeed there were any at all. Their spears, of which one had been cut
through by a blow of a Zulu's axe, were long and broad, not unlike to
those used by the Masai, but of finer workmanship.

By this time the sun was setting and thoroughly tired by all that I
had gone through, I went into the house to get something to eat,
having told Hans to find food and prepare a meal. As I sat down
Robertson joined me and I made him also eat. His first impulse was to
go to the cupboard and fetch the spirit bottle; indeed, he rose to do
so.

"Hans is making coffee," I said warningly.

"Thank you," he answered, "I forgot. Force of habit, you know."

Here I may state that never from that moment did I see him touch
another drop of liquor, not even when I drank my modest tot in front
of him. His triumph over temptation was splendid and complete,
especially as the absence of his accustomed potations made him ill for
some time and of course depressed his spirits, with painful results
that were apparent in due course.

In fact, the man became totally changed. He grew gloomy but
resourceful, also full of patience. Only one idea obsessed him--to
rescue his daughter and avenge the murder of his people; indeed,
except his sins, he thought of and found interest in nothing else.
Moreover, his iron constitution cast off all the effects of his past
debauchery and he grew so strong that although I was pretty tough in
those days, he could out-tire me.

To return; I engaged him in conversation and with his help made a list
of what we should require on our vendetta journey, all of which served
to occupy his mind. Then I sent him to bed, saying that I would call
him before dawn, having first put a little more bromide into his third
cup of coffee. After this I turned in and notwithstanding the sight of
those remains of the cannibal feast and the knowledge of the dead men
who lay outside my window, I slept like a top.

Indeed, it was the Captain who awakened me, not I the Captain, saying
that daylight was on the break and we had better be stirring. So we
went down to the Store, where I was thankful to find that everything
had been tidied up in accordance with my directions.

On our way Robertson asked me what had become of the remains, whereon
I pointed to the smouldering ashes of one of the great fires. He went
to it and kneeling down, said a prayer in broad Scotch, doubtless one
that he had learned at his mother's knee. Then he took some of the
ashes from the edge of the pyre--for such it was--and threw them into
the glowing embers where, as he knew, lay all that was left of those
who had sprung from him. Also he tossed others of them into the air,
though what he meant by this I did not understand and never asked.
Probably it was some rite indicative of expiation or of revenge, or
both, which he had learned from the savages among whom he had lived so
long.

After this we went into the Store and with the help of some of the
natives, or half-breeds, who had accompanied us on the sea-cow
expedition, selected all the goods we wanted, which we sent to the
house.

As we returned thither I saw Umslopogaas and his men engaged, with the
usual Zulu ceremonies, in burying their two companions in a hole they
had made in the hillside. I noted, however, that they did not inter
their war-axes or their throwing-spears with them as usual, probably
because they thought that these might be needed. In place of them they
put with the dead little models roughly shaped of bits of wood, which
models they "killed" by first breaking them across.

I lingered to watch the funeral and heard Goroko, the witch-doctor,
make a little speech.

"O Father and Chief of the Axe," he said, addressing Umslopogaas, who
stood silent leaning on his weapon and watching all, a portentous
figure in the morning mist, "O Father, O Son of the Heavens" (this was
an allusion to the royal blood of Umslopogaas of which the secret was
well known, although it would never have been spoken aloud in
Zululand), "O Slaughterer (Bulalio), O Woodpecker who picks at the
hearts of men; O King-Slayer; O Conqueror of the Halakazi; O Victor in
a hundred fights; O Gatherer of the Lily-bloom that faded in the hand;
O Wolf-man, Captain of the Wolves that ravened; O Slayer of Faku; O
Great One whom it pleases to seem small, because he must follow his
blood to the end appointed----"

This was the opening of the speech, the "/bonga/-ing" or giving of
Titles of Praise to the person addressed, of which I have quoted but a
sample, for there were many more of them that I have forgotten. Then
the speaker went on,

"It was told to me, though of it I remember nothing, that when my
Spirit was in me a while ago I prophesied that this place would flow
with blood, and lo! the blood has flowed, and with it that of these
our brothers," and he gave the names of the two dead Zulus, also those
of their forefathers for several generations.

"It seems, Father, that they died well, as you would have wished them
to die, and as doubtless they desired to die themselves, leaving a
tale behind them, though it is true that they might have died better,
killing more of the men-eaters, as it is certain they would have done,
had they not been sick inside. They are finished; they have gone
beyond to await us in the Under-world among the ghosts. Their story is
told and soon to their children they will be but names whispered in
honour after the sun has set. Enough of them who have showed us how to
die as our fathers did before them."

Goroko paused a while, then added with a waving of his hands,

"My Spirit comes to me again and I know that these our brothers shall
not pass unavenged. Chief of the Axe, great glory awaits the Axe, for
it shall feed full. I have spoken."

"Good words!" grunted Umslopogaas. Then he saluted the dead by raising
/Inkosikaas/ and came to me to consult about our journey.



                             CHAPTER VIII

                               PURSUIT

After all we did not get away much before noon, because first there
was a great deal to be done. To begin with the loads had to be
arranged. These consisted largely of ammunition, everything else being
cut down to an irreducible minimum. To carry them we took two donkeys
there were on the place, also half a dozen pack oxen, all of which
animals were supposed to be "salted"--that is, to have suffered and
recovered from every kind of sickness, including the bite of the
deadly tsetse fly. I suspected, it is true, that they would not be
proof against further attacks, still, I hoped that they would last for
some time, as indeed proved to be the case.

In the event of the beasts failing us, we took also ten of the best of
those Strathmuir men who had accompanied us on the sea-cow trip, to
serve as bearers when it became necessary. It cannot be said that
these snuff-and-butter fellows--for most, if not all of them had some
dash of white blood in their veins--were exactly willing volunteers.
Indeed, if a choice had been left to them, they would, I think, have
declined this adventure.

But there was no choice. Their master, Robertson, ordered them to come
and after a glance at the Zulus they concluded that the command was
one which would be enforced and that if they stopped behind, it would
not be as living men. Also some of them had lost wives or children in
the slaughter, which, if they were not very brave, filled them with a
desire for revenge. Lastly, they could all shoot after a fashion and
had good rifles; moreover if I may say so, I think that they put
confidence in my leadership. So they made the best of a bad business
and got themselves ready.

Then arrangements must be made about the carrying on of the farm and
store during our absence. These, together with my waggon and oxen,
were put in the charge of Thomaso, since there was no one else who
could be trusted at all--a very battered and crestfallen Thomaso, by
the way. When he heard of it he was much relieved, since I think he
feared lest he also should be expected to take part in the hunt of the
Amahagger man-eaters. Also it may have occurred to him that in all
probability none of us would ever come back at all, in which case by a
process of natural devolution, he might find himself the owner of the
business and much valuable property. However, he swore by sundry
saints--for Thomaso was nominally a Catholic--that he would look after
everything as though it were his own, as no doubt he hoped it might
become.

"Hearken, fat pig," said Umslopogaas, Hans obligingly translating so
that there might be no mistake, "if I come back, and come back I shall
who travel with the Great Medicine--and find even one of the cattle of
the white lord, Macumazahn, Watcher-by-Night, missing, or one article
stolen from his waggon, or the fields of your master not cultivated or
his goods wasted, I swear by the Axe that I will hew you into pieces
with the axe; yes, if to do it I have to hunt you from where the sun
rises to where it sets and down the length of the night between. Do
you understand, fat pig, deserter of women and children, who to save
yourself could run faster than a buck?"

Thomaso replied that he understood very clearly indeed, and that,
Heaven helping him, all should be kept safe and sound. Still, I was
sure that in his manly heart he was promising great gifts to the
saints if they would so arrange matters that Umslopogaas and his axe
were never seen at Strathmuir again, and reflecting that after all the
Amahagger had their uses. However, as I did not trust him in the
least, much against their will, I left my driver and /voorlooper/ to
guard my belongings.

At last we did get off, pursued by the fervent blessings of Thomaso
and the prayers of the others that we would avenge their murdered
relatives. We were a curious and motley procession. First went Hans,
because at following a spoor he was, I believe, almost unequalled in
Africa, and with him, Umslopogaas, and three of his Zulus to guard
against surprise. These were followed by Captain Robertson, who seemed
to prefer to walk alone and whom I thought it best to leave
undisturbed. Then I came and after me straggled the Strathmuir boys
with the pack animals, the cavalcade being closed by the remaining
Zulus under the command of Goroko. These walked last in case any of
the mixed-bloods should attempt to desert, as we thought it quite
probable that they would.

Less than an hour's tramp brought us to the bush-veld where I feared
that our troubles might begin, since if the Amahagger were cunning,
they would take advantage of it to confuse or hide their spoor. As it
chanced, however, they had done nothing of the sort and a child could
have followed their march. Just before nightfall we came to their
first halting-place where they had made a fire and eaten one of the
herd of farm goats which they had driven away with them, although they
left the cattle, I suppose, because goats are docile and travel well.

Hans showed us everything that had happened; where the chair in which
Inez was carried was set down, where she and Janee had been allowed to
walk that she might stretch her stiff limbs, the dregs of some coffee
that evidently Janee had made in a saucepan, and so forth.

He even told us the exact number of the Amahagger, which he said
totalled forty-one, including the man whom Inez had wounded. His spoor
he distinguished from that of the others both by an occasional drop of
blood and because he walked lightly on his right foot, doubtless for
the reason that he wished to avoid jarring his wound, which was on
that side.

At this spot we were obliged to stay till daybreak, since it was
impossible to follow the spoor by night, a circumstance that gave the
cannibals a great advantage over us.

The next two days were repetitions of the first, but on the fourth we
passed out of the bush-veld into the swamp country that bordered the
great river. Here our task was still easy since the Amahagger had
followed one of the paths made by the river-dwellers who had their
habitations on mounds, though whether these were natural or artificial
I am not sure, and sometimes on floating islands.

On our second day in the reeds we came upon a sad sight. To our left
stood one of these mound villages, if a village it could be called,
since it consisted only of four or five huts inhabited perhaps by
twenty people. We went up to it to obtain information and stumbled
across the body of an old man lying in the pathway. A few yards
further on we found the ashes of a big fire and by it such remains as
we had seen at Strathmuir. Here there had been another cannibal feast.
The miserable huts were empty, but as at Strathmuir, had not been
burnt.

We were going away when the acute ears of Hans caught the sound of
groans. We searched about and in a clump of reeds near the foot of the
mound, found an old woman with a great spear wound just above her
skinny thigh piercing deep into the vitals, but of a nature which is
not immediately mortal. One of Robertson's people who understood the
language of these swamp-dwellers well, spoke to her. She told him that
she wanted water. It was brought and she drank copiously. Then in
answer to his questions she began to talk.

She said that the Amahagger had attacked the village and killed all
who could not escape. They had eaten a young woman and three children.
She had been wounded by a spear and fled away into the place where we
found her, where none of them took the trouble to follow her as she
"was not worth eating."

By my direction the man asked her whether she knew anything of these
Amahagger. She replied that her grandfathers had, though she had heard
nothing of them since she was a child, which must have been seventy
years before. They were a fierce people who lived far up north across
the Great River, the remnants of a race that had once "ruled the
world."

Her grandfathers used to say that they were not always cannibals, but
had become so long before because of a lack of food and now had
acquired the taste. It was for this purpose that they still raided to
get other people to eat, since their ruler would not allow them to eat
one another. The flesh of cattle they did not care for, although they
had plenty of them, but sometimes they ate goats and pigs because they
said they tasted like man. According to her grandfathers they were a
very evil people and full of magic.

All of this the old woman told us quite briskly after she had drunk
the water, I think because her wound had mortified and she felt no
pain. Her information, however, as is common with the aged, dealt
entirely with the far past; of the history of the Amahagger since the
days of her forebears she knew nothing, nor had she seen anything of
Inez. All she could tell us was that some of them had attacked her
village at dawn and that when she ran out of the hut she was speared.

While Robertson and I were wondering what we should do with the poor
old creature whom it seemed cruel to leave here to perish, she cleared
up the question by suddenly expiring before our eyes. Uttering the
name of someone with whom, doubtless, she had been familiar in her
youth, three or four times over, she just sank down and seemed to go
to sleep and on examination we found that she was dead. So we left her
and went on.

Next day we came to the edge of the Great River, here a sheet of
placid running water about a mile across, for at this time of the year
it was low. Perceiving quite a big village on our left, we went to it
and made enquiries, to find that it had not been attacked by the
cannibals, probably because it was too powerful, but that three nights
before some of their canoes had been stolen, in which no doubt these
had crossed the river.

As the people of this village had traded with Robertson at Strathmuir,
we had no difficulty in obtaining other canoes from them in which to
cross the Zambesi in return for one of our oxen that I could see was
already sickening from tsetse bite. These canoes were large enough to
take the donkeys that were patient creatures and stood still, but the
cattle we could not get into them for fear of an upset. So we killed
the two driven beasts that were left to us and took them with us as
dead meat for food, while the three remaining pack oxen we tried to
swim across, dragging them after the canoes with hide /reims/ round
their horns. As a result two were drowned, but one, a bold-hearted
and enterprising animal, gained the other bank.

Here again we struck a sea of reeds in which, after casting about,
Hans once more found the spoor of the Amahagger. That it was theirs
beyond doubt was proved by the circumstance that on a thorny kind of
weed we found a fragment of a cotton dress which, because of the
pattern stamped on it, we all recognised as one that Inez had been
wearing. At first I thought that this had been torn off by the thorns,
but on examination we became certain that it had been placed there
purposely, probably by Janee, to give us a clue. This conclusion was
confirmed when at subsequent periods of the hunt we found other
fragments of the same garment.

Now it would be useless for me to set out the details of this
prolonged and arduous chase which in all endured for something over
three weeks. Again and again we lost the trail and were only able to
recover it by long and elaborate search, which occupied much time.
Then, after we escaped from the reeds and swamps, we found ourselves
upon stony uplands where the spoor was almost impossible to follow,
indeed, we only rediscovered it by stumbling across the dead body of
that cannibal whom Inez had wounded. Evidently he had perished from
his hurt, which I could see had mortified. From the state of his
remains we gathered that the raiders must be about two days' march
ahead of us.

Striking their spoor again on softer ground where the impress of their
feet remained--at any rate to the cunning sight of Hans--we followed
them down across great valleys wherein trees grew sparsely, which
valleys were separated from each other by ridges of high and barren
land. On these belts of rocky soil our difficulties were great, but
here twice we were put on the right track by more fragments torn from
the dress of Inez.

At length we lost the spoor altogether; not a sign of it was to be
found. We had no idea which way to go. All about us appeared these
valleys covered with scattered bush running this way and that, so that
we could not tell which of them to follow or to cross. The thing
seemed hopeless, for how could we expect to find a little body of men
in that immensity? Hans shook his head and even the fierce and
steadfast Robertson was discouraged.

"I fear my poor lassie is gone," he said, and relapsed into brooding
as had become his wont.

"Never say die! It's dogged as does it!" I replied cheerfully in the
words of Nelson, who also had learned what it meant to hunt an enemy
over trackless wastes, although his were of water.

I walked to the top of the rise where we were encamped, and sat down
alone to think matters over. Our condition was somewhat parlous; all
our beasts were now dead, even the second donkey, which was the last
of them, having perished that morning, and been eaten, for food was
scanty since of late we had met with little game. The Strathmuir men,
who now must carry the loads, were almost worn out and doubtless would
have deserted, except for the fact that there was no place to which
they could go. Even the Zulus were discouraged, and said they had come
away from home across the Great River to fight, not to run about in
wildernesses and starve, though Umslopogaas made no complaint, being
buoyed up by the promise of his soothsayer, Goroko, that battle was
ahead of him in which he would win great glory.

Hans, however, remained cheerful, for the reason, as he remarked
vacuously, that the Great Medicine was with us and that therefore,
however bad things seemed to be, all in fact was well; an argument
that carried no conviction to my soul.

It was on a certain evening towards sunset that I went away thus
alone. I looked about me, east and west and north. Everywhere appeared
the same bush-clad valleys and barren rises, miles upon miles of them.
I bethought me of the map that old Zikali had drawn in the ashes, and
remembered that it showed these valleys and rises and that beyond them
there should be a great swamp, and beyond the swamp a mountain. So it
seemed that we were on the right road to the home of his white Queen,
if such a person existed, or at any rate we were passing over country
similar to that which he had pictured or imagined.

But at this time I was not troubling my head about white queens. I was
thinking of poor Inez. That she was alive a few days before we knew
from the fragments of her dress. But where was she now? The spoor was
utterly lost on that stony ground, or if any traces of it remained a
heavy deluge of rain had washed them away. Even Hans had confessed
himself beaten.

I stared about me helplessly, and as I did so a flying ray of light
from the setting sun reflected downwards from a storm-cloud, fell upon
a white patch on the crest of one of the distant land-waves. It struck
me that probably limestone outcropped at this spot, as indeed proved
to be the case; also that such a patch of white would be a convenient
guide for any who were travelling across that sea of bush. Further,
some instinct within seemed to impel me to steer for it, although I
had all but made up my mind to go in a totally different direction
many more points to the east. It was almost as though a voice were
calling to me to take this path and no other. Doubtless this was an
effect produced by weariness and mental overstrain. Still, there it
was, very real and tangible, one that I did not attempt to combat.

So next morning at the dawn I headed north by west, laying my course
for that white patch and for the first time breaking the straight line
of our advance. Captain Robertson, whose temper had not been bettered
by prolonged and frightful anxiety, or I may add, by his unaccustomed
abstinence, asked me rather roughly why I was altering the course.

"Look here, Captain," I answered, "if we were at sea and you did
something of the sort, I should not put such a question to you, and if
by any chance I did, I should not expect you to answer. Well, by your
own wish I am in command here and I think that the same argument
holds."

"Yes," he replied. "I suppose you have studied your chart, if there is
any of this God-forsaken country, and at any rate discipline is
discipline. So steam ahead and don't mind me."

The others accepted my decision without comment; most of them were so
miserable that they did not care which way we went, also they were
good enough to repose confidence in my judgment.

"Doubtless the Baas has reasons," said Hans dubiously, "although the
spoor, when last we saw it, headed towards the rising sun and as the
country is all the same, I do not see why those man-eaters should have
returned."

"Yes," I said, "I have reasons," although in fact I had none at all.

Hans surveyed me with a watery eye as though waiting for me to explain
them, but I looked haughty and declined to oblige.

"The Baas has reasons," continued Hans, "for taking us on what I think
to be the wrong side of that great ridge, there to hunt for the spoor
of the men-eaters, and they are so deep down in his mind that he
cannot dig them up for poor old Hans to look at. Well, the Baas wears
the Great Medicine and perhaps it is there that the reasons sit. Those
Strathmuir fellows say that they can go no further and wish to die.
Umslopogaas has just gone to them with his axe to tell them that he is
ready to help them to their wish. Look, he has got there, for they are
coming quickly, who after all prefer to live."

Well, we started for my white patch of stones which no one else had
noticed and of which I said nothing to anyone, and reached it by the
following evening, to find, as I expected, that it was a lime outcrop.

By now we were in a poor way, for we had practically nothing left to
eat, which did not tend to raise the spirits of the party. Also that
lime outcrop proved to be an uninteresting spot overlooking a wide
valley which seemed to suggest that there were other valleys of a
similar sort beyond it, and nothing more.

Captain Robertson sat stern-faced and despondent at a distance
muttering into his beard, as had become a habit with him. Umslopogaas
leaned upon his axe and contemplated the heavens, also occasionally
the Strathmuir men who cowered beneath his eye. The Zulus squatted
about sharing such snuff as remained to them in economic pinches.
Goroko, the witch-doctor, engaged himself in consulting his "Spirit,"
by means of bone-throwing, upon the humble subject of whether or no we
should succeed in killing any game for food to-morrow, a point on
which I gathered that his "Spirit" was quite uncertain. In short, the
gloom was deep and universal and the sky looked as though it were
going to rain.

Hans became sarcastic. Sneaking up to me in his most aggravating way,
like a dog that means to steal something and cover up the theft with
simulated affection, he pointed out one by one all the disadvantages
of our present position. He indicated /per contra/, that if /his/
advice had been followed, his conviction was that even if we had not
found the man-eaters and rescued the lady called Sad-Eyes, our state
would have been quite different. He was sure, he added, that the
valley which he had suggested we should follow, was one full of game,
inasmuch as he had seen their spoor at its entrance.

"Then why did you not say so?" I asked.

Hans sucked at his empty corn-cob pipe, which was his way of
indicating that he would like me to give him some tobacco, much as a
dog groans heavily under the table when he wants a bit to eat, and
answered that it was not for him to point out things to one who knew
everything, like the great Macumazahn, Watcher-by-Night, his honoured
master. Still, the luck did seem to have gone a bit wrong. The
privations could have been put up with (here he sucked very loudly at
the empty pipe and looked at mine, which was alight), everything could
have been put up with, if only there had been a chance of coming even
with those men-eaters and rescuing the Lady Sad-Eyes, whose face
haunted his sleep. As it was, however, he was convinced that by
following the course I had mapped out we had lost their spoor finally
and that probably they were now three days' march away in another
direction. Still, the Baas had said that he had his reasons, and that
of course was enough for him, Hans, only if the Baas would condescend
to tell him, he would as a matter of curiosity like to know what the
reasons were.

At that moment I confess that, much as I was attached to him, I should
have liked to murder Hans, who, I felt, believing that he had me "on
toast," to use a vulgar phrase, was taking advantage of my position to
make a mock of me in his sly, Hottentot way.

I tried to continue to look grand, but felt that the attitude did not
impress. Then I stared about me as though taking counsel with the
Heavens, devoutly hoping that the Heavens would respond to my mute
appeal. As a matter of fact they did.

"There is my reason, Hans," I said in my most icy voice, and I pointed
to a faint line of smoke rising against the twilight sky on the
further side of the intervening valley.

"You will perceive, Hans," I added, "that those Amahagger cannibals
have forgotten their caution and lit a fire yonder, which they have
not done for a long time. Perhaps you would like to know why this has
happened. If so I will tell you. It is because for some days past I
have purposely lost their spoor, which they knew we were following,
and lit fires to puzzle them. Now, thinking that they have done with
us, they have become incautious and shown us where they are. That is
my reason, Hans."

He heard and, although of course he did not believe that I had lost
the spoor on purpose, stared at me till I thought his little eyes were
going to drop out of his head. But even in his admiration he contrived
to convey an insult as only a native can.

"How wonderful is the Great Medicine of the Opener-of-Roads, that it
should have been able thus to instruct the Baas," he said. "Without
doubt the Great Medicine is right and yonder those men-eaters are
encamped, who might just as well as have been anywhere else within a
hundred miles."

"Drat the Great Medicine," I replied, but beneath my breath, then
added aloud,

"Be so good, Hans, as to go to Umslopogaas and to tell him that
Macumazahn, or the Great Medicine, proposes to march at once to attack
the camp of the Amahagger, and--here is some tobacco."

"Yes, Baas," answered Hans humbly, as he snatched the tobacco and
wriggled away like a worm.

Then I went to talk with Robertson.

The end of it was that within an hour we were creeping across that
valley towards the spot where I had seen the line of smoke rising
against the twilight sky.

Somewhere about midnight we reached the neighbourhood of this place.
How near or how far we were from it, we could not tell since the moon
was invisible, as of course the smoke was in the dark. Now the
question was, what should we do?

Obviously there would be enormous advantages in a night attack, or at
least in locating the enemy, so that it might be carried out at dawn
before he marched. Especially was this so, since we were scarcely in a
condition even if we could come face to face with them, to fight these
savages when they were prepared and in the light of day. Only we two
white men, with Hans, Umslopogaas and his Zulus, could be relied upon
in such a case, since the Strathmuir mixed-bloods had become entirely
demoralised and were not to be trusted at a pinch. Indeed, tired and
half starving as we were, none of us was at his best. Therefore a
surprise seemed our only chance. But first we must find those whom we
wished to surprise.

Ultimately, after a hurried consultation, it was agreed that Hans and
I should go forward and see if we could locate the Amahagger.
Robertson wished to come too, but I pointed out that he must remain to
look after his people, who, if he left them, might take the
opportunity to melt away in the darkness, especially as they knew that
heavy fighting was at hand. Also if anything happened to me it was
desirable that one white man should remain to lead the party.
Umslopogaas, too, volunteered, but knowing his character, I declined
his help. To tell the truth, I was almost certain that if we came upon
the men-eaters, he would charge the whole lot of them and accomplish a
fine but futile end after hacking down a number of cannibal
barbarians, whose extinction or escape remained absolutely immaterial
to our purpose, namely, the rescue of Inez.

So it came about that Hans and I started alone, I not at all enjoying
the job. I suppose that there lurks in my nature some of that primeval
terror of the dark, which must continually have haunted our remote
forefathers of a hundred or a thousand generations gone and still
lingers in the blood of most of us. At any rate even if I am named the
Watcher-by-Night, greatly do I prefer to fight or to face peril in the
sunlight, though it is true that I would rather avoid both at any
time.

In fact, I wished heartily that the Amahagger were at the other side
of Africa, or in heaven, and that I, completely ignorant of the person
called Inez Robertson, were seated smoking the pipe of peace on my own
stoep in Durban. I think that Hans guessed my state of mind, since he
suggested that he should go alone, adding with his usual unveiled
rudeness, that he was quite certain that he would do much better
without me, since white men always made a noise.

"Yes," I replied, determined to give him a Roland for his Oliver, "I
have no doubt you would--under the first bush you came across, where
you would sleep till dawn, and then return and say that you could not
find the Amahagger."

Hans chuckled, quite appreciating the joke, and having thus mutually
affronted each other, we started on our quest.



                              CHAPTER IX

                              THE SWAMP

Neither Hans nor I carried rifles that we knew would be in the way on
our business, which was just to scout. Moreover, one is always tempted
to shoot if a gun is at hand, and this I did not want to do at
present. So, although I had my revolver in case of urgent necessity,
my only other weapon was a Zulu axe, that formerly had belonged to one
of those two men who died defending Inez on the veranda at Strathmuir,
while Hans had nothing but his long knife. Thus armed, or unarmed, we
crept forward towards that spot whence, as we conjectured, we had seen
the line of smoke rising some hours before.

For about a quarter of a mile we went on thus without seeing or
hearing anything, and a difficult job it was in that gloom among the
scattered trees with no light save such as the stars gave us. Indeed,
I was about to suggest that we had better abandon the enterprise until
daybreak when Hans nudged me, whispering,

"Look to the right between those twin thorns."

I obeyed and following the line of sight which he had indicated,
perceived, at a distance of about two hundred yards a faint glow, so
faint indeed that I think only Hans would have noticed it. Really it
might have been nothing more than the phosphorescence rising from a
heap of fungus, or even from a decaying animal.

"The fire of which we saw the smoke that has burnt to ashes,"
whispered Hans again. "I think that they have gone, but let us look."

So we crawled forward very cautiously to avoid making the slightest
noise; so cautiously, indeed, that it must have taken us nearly half
an hour to cover those two hundred yards.

At length we were within about forty yards of that dying fire and,
afraid to go further, came to a stand--or rather, a lie-still--behind
some bushes until we knew more. Hans lifted his head and sniffed with
his broad nostrils; then he whispered into my ear, but so low that I
could scarcely hear him.

"Amahagger there all right, Baas, I smell them."

This of course was possible, since what wind there was blew from the
direction of the fire, although I whose nose is fairly keen could
smell nothing at all. So I determined to wait and watch a while, and
indicated my decision to Hans, who, considering our purpose
accomplished, showed signs of wishing to retreat.

Some minutes we lay thus, till of a sudden this happened. A branch of
resinous wood of which the stem had been eaten through by the flames,
fell upon the ashes of the fire and burnt up with a brilliant light.
In it we saw that the Amahagger were sleeping in a circle round the
fire wrapped in their blankets.

Also we saw another thing, namely that nearer to us, not more than a
dozen yards away, indeed, was a kind of little tent, also made of fur
rugs or blankets, which doubtless sheltered Inez. Indeed, this was
evident from the fact that at the mouth of it, wrapped up in
something, lay none other than her maid, Janee, for her face being
towards us, was recognised by us both in the flare of the flaming
branch. One more thing we noted, namely, that two of the cannibals,
evidently a guard, were sleeping between us and the little tent. Of
course they ought to have been awake, but fatigue had overcome them
and there they slumbered, seated on the ground, their heads hanging
forward almost upon their knees.

An idea came to me. If we could kill those men without waking the
others in that gloom, it might be possible to rescue Inez at once.
Rapidly I weighed the /pros/ and /cons/ of such an attempt. Its
advantages, if successful, were that the object of our pursuit would
be carried through without further trouble and that it was most
doubtful whether we should ever get such a chance again. If we
returned to fetch the others and attacked in force, the probability
was that those Amahagger, or one of them, would hear some sound made
by the advance of a number of men, and fly into the darkness; or,
rather than lose Inez, they might kill her. Or if they stood and
fought, she might be slain in the scrimmage. Or, as after all we had
only about a dozen effectives, for the Strathmuir bearers could not be
relied upon, they might defeat and kill us whom they outnumbered by
two or three to one.

These were the arguments for the attempt. Those for not making it were
equally obvious. To begin with it was one of extraordinary risk; the
two guards or someone else behind them might wake up--for such people,
like dogs, mostly sleep with one eye open, especially when they knew
that they are being pursued. Or if they did not we might bungle the
business so that they raised an outcry before they grew silent for
ever, in which case both of us and perhaps Inez also would probably
pay the penalty before we could get away.

Such was the horned dilemma upon one point or other of which we ran
the risk of being impaled. For a full minute or more I considered the
matter with an earnestness almost amounting to mental agony, and at
last all but came to the conclusion that the danger was too enormous.
It would be better, notwithstanding the many disadvantages of that
plan, to go back and fetch the others.

But then it was that I made one of my many mistakes in life. Most of
us do more foolish things than wise ones and sometimes I think that in
spite of a certain reputation for caution and far-sightedness, I am
exceptionally cursed in this respect. Indeed, when I look back upon my
past, I can scarcely see the scanty flowers of wisdom that decorate
its path because of the fat, ugly trees of error by which it is
overshadowed.

On that occasion, forgetting past experiences where Hans was
concerned, my natural tendency to blunder took the form of relying
upon another's judgment instead of on my own. Although I had formed a
certain view as to what should be done, the /pros/ and /cons/ seemed
so evenly balanced that I determined to consult the little Hottentot
and accept his verdict. This, after all, was but a form of gambling
like pitch and toss, since, although it is true Hans was a clever, or
at any rate a cunning man according to his lights, and experienced, it
meant that I was placing my own judgment in abeyance, which no one
considering a life-and-death enterprise should do, taking the chance
of that of another, whatever it might be. However, not for the first
time, I did so--to my grief.

In the tiniest of whispers with my lips right against his smelly head,
I submitted the problem to Hans, asking him what we should do, go on
or go back. He considered a while, then answered in a voice which he
contrived to make like the drone of a night beetle.

"Those men are fast asleep, I know it by their breathing. Also the
Baas has the Great Medicine. Therefore I say go on, kill them and
rescue Sad-Eyes."

Now I saw that the Fates to which I had appealed had decided against
me and that I must accept their decree. With a sick and sinking heart
--for I did not at all like the business--I wondered for a moment what
had led Hans to take this view, which was directly opposite to any I
had expected from him. Of course his superstition about the Great
Medicine had something to do with it, but I felt convinced that this
was not all.

Even then I guessed that two arguments appealed to him, of which the
first was that he desired, if possible, to put an end to this
intolerable and unceasing hunt which had worn us all out, no matter
what that end might be. The second and more powerful, however, was, I
believed, and rightly, that the idea of this stealthy, midnight blow
appealed irresistibly to the craft of his half-wild nature in which
the strains of the leopard and the snake seemed to mingle with that of
the human being. For be it remembered that notwithstanding his veneer
of civilisation, Hans was a savage whose forefathers for countless
ages had preserved themselves alive by means of such attacks and
stratagems.

The die having been cast, in the same infinitesimal whispers we made
our arrangements, which were few and simple. They amounted to this--
that we were to creep on to the men and each of us to kill that one
who was opposite to him, I with the axe and Hans with his knife,
remembering that it must be done with a single stroke--that is, if
they did not wake up and kill us--after which we were to get Inez out
of her shelter, dressed or undressed, and make off with her into the
darkness where we were pretty sure of being able to baffle pursuit
until we reached our own camp.

Provided that we could kill the two guards in the proper fashion--
rather a large proviso, I admit--the thing was simple as shelling peas
which, notwithstanding the proverb, in my experience is not simple at
all, since generally the shells crack the wrong way and at least one
of the peas remained in the pod. So it happened in this case, for
Janee, whom we had both forgotten, remained in the pod.

I am sure I don't know why we overlooked her; indeed, the error was
inexcusable, especially as Hans had already experienced her
foolishness and she was lying there before our eyes. I suppose that
our minds were so concentrated upon the guard-killing and the tragic
and impressive Inez that there was no room in them for the stolid and
matter-of-fact Janee. At any rate she proved to be the pea that would
not come out of the pod.

Often in my life I have felt terrified, not being by nature one of
those who rejoices in dangers and wild adventures for their own sake,
which only the stupid do, but who has, on the contrary, been forced to
undertake them by the pressure of circumstances, a kind of hydraulic
force that no one can resist, and who, having undertaken, has been
carried through them, triumphing over the shrinkings of his flesh by
some secret reserve of nerve power. Almost am I tempted to call it
spirit-power, something that lives beyond and yet inspires our frail
and fallible bodies.

Well, rarely have I been more frightened than I was at this moment.
Actually I hung back until I saw that Hans slithering through the
grass like a thick yellow snake with the great knife in his right
hand, was quite a foot ahead of me. Then my pride came to the rescue
and I spurted, if one can spurt upon one's stomach, and drew level
with him. After this we went at a pace so slow that any able-bodied
snail would have left us standing still. Inch by inch we crept
forward, lying motionless a while after each convulsive movement, once
for quite a long time, since the left-hand cannibal seemed about to
wake up, for he opened his mouth and yawned. If so, he changed his
mind and rolling from a sitting posture on to his side, went to sleep
much more soundly than before.

A minute or so later the right-hand ruffian, my man, also stirred, so
sharply that I thought he had heard something. Apparently, however, he
was only haunted by dreams resulting from an evil life, or perhaps by
the prescience of its end, for after waving his arm and muttering
something in a frightened voice, he too, wearied out, poor devil, sank
back into sleep.

At last we were on them, but paused because we could not see exactly
where to strike and knew, each of us, that our first blow must be the
last and fatal. A cloud had come up and dimmed what light there was,
and we must wait for it to pass. It was a long wait, or so it seemed.

At length that cloud did pass and in faint outline I saw the classical
head of my Amahagger bowed in deep sleep. With a heart beating as it
does only in the fierce extremities of love or war, I hissed like a
snake, which was our agreed signal. Then rising to my knees, I lifted
the Zulu axe and struck with all my strength.

The blow was straight and true; Umslopogaas himself could not have
dealt a better. The victim in front of me uttered no sound and made no
movement; only sank gently on to his side, and there lay as dead as
though he had never been born.

It appeared that Hans had done equally well, since the other man
kicked out his long legs, which struck me on the knees. Then he also
became strangely still. In short, both of them were stone dead and
would tell no stories this side of Judgment Day.

Recovering my axe, which had been wrenched from my hand, I crept
forward and opened the curtain-like rugs or blankets, I do not know
which they were, that covered Inez. I heard her stir at once. The
movement had wakened her, since captives sleep lightly.

"Make no noise, Inez," I whispered. "It is I, Allan Quatermain, come
to rescue you. Slip out and follow me; do you understand?"

"Yes, quite," she whispered back and began to rise.

At this moment a blood-curdling yell seemed to fill earth and heaven,
a yell at the memory of which even now I feel faint, although I am
writing years after its echoes died away.

I may as well say at once that it came from Janee who, awaking
suddenly, had perceived against the background of the sky, Hans
standing over her, looking like a yellow devil with a long knife in
his hand, which she thought was about to be used to murder her.

So, lacking self-restraint, she screamed in the most lusty fashion,
for her lungs were excellent, and--the game was up.

Instantly every man sleeping round the fire leapt to his feet and
rushed in the direction of the echoes of Janee's yell. It was
impossible to get Inez free of her tent arrangement or to do anything,
except whisper to her,

"Feign sleep and know nothing. We will follow you. Your father is with
us."

Then I bolted back into the bushes, which Hans had reached already.

A minute or two later when we were clear of the hubbub and nearing our
own camp, Hans remarked to me sententiously,

"The Great Medicine worked well, Baas, but not quite well enough, for
what medicine can avail against a woman's folly?"

"It was our own folly we should blame," I answered. "We ought to have
known that fool-girl would shriek, and taken precautions."

"Yes, Baas, we ought to have killed her too, for nothing else would
have kept her quiet," replied Hans in cheerful assent. "Now we shall
have to pay for our mistake, for the hunt must go on."

At this moment we stumbled across Robertson and Umslopogaas who, with
the others, and every living thing within a mile or two had also heard
Janee's yell, and briefly told our story. When he learned how near we
had been to rescuing his daughter, Robertson groaned, but Umslopogaas
only said,

"Well, there are two less of the men-eaters left to deal with. Still,
for once your wisdom failed you, Macumazahn. When you had found the
camp you should have returned, so that we might all attack it
together. Had we done so, before the dawn there would not have been
one of them left."

"Yes," I answered, "I think that my wisdom did fail me, if I have any
to fail. But come; perhaps we may catch them yet."

So we advanced, Hans and I showing the road. But when we reached the
place it was too late, for all that remained of the Amahagger, or of
Inez and Janee, were the two dead men whom we had killed, and in that
darkness pursuit was impossible. So we went back to our own camp to
rest and await the dawn before taking up the trail, only to find
ourselves confronted with a new trouble. All the Strathmuir half-
breeds whom we had left behind as useless, had taken advantage of our
absence and that of the Zulus, to desert. They had just bolted back
upon our tracks and vanished into the sea of bush. What became of them
I do not know, as we never saw them again, but my belief is that these
cowardly fellows all perished, for certainly not one of them reached
Strathmuir.

Fortunately for us, however, they departed in such a hurry that they
left all their loads behind them, and even some of the guns they
carried. Evidently Janee's yell was the last straw which broke the
back of such nerve as remained to them. Doubtless they believed it to
be the signal of attack by hordes of cannibals.

As there was nothing to said or done, since any pursuit of these curs
was out of the question, we made the best of things as they were. It
proved a simple business. From the loads we selected such articles as
were essential, ammunition for the most part, to carry ourselves--and
the rest we abandoned, hiding it under a pile of stones in case we
should ever come that way again.

The guns they had thrown aside we distributed among the Zulus who had
none, though the thought that they possessed them, so far as I was
concerned, added another terror to life. The prospect of going into
battle with those wild axemen letting off bullets in every direction
was not pleasant, but fortunately when that crisis came, they cast
them away and reverted to the weapons to which they were accustomed.

Now all this sounds much like a tale of disaster, or at any rate of
failure. It is, however, wonderful by what strange ways good results
are brought about, so much so that at times I think that these seeming
accidents must be arranged by an Intelligence superior to our own, to
fulfil through us purposes of which we know nothing, and frequently,
be it admitted, of a nature sufficiently obscure. Of course this is a
fatalistic doctrine, but then, as I have said before, within certain
limits I am a fatalist.

To take the present case, for instance, the whole Inez episode at
first sight might appear to be an excrescence on my narrative, of
which the object is to describe how I met a certain very wonderful
woman and what I heard and experienced in her company. Yet it is not
really so, since had it not been for the Inez adventure, it is quite
clear that I should never have reached the home of this woman, if
woman she were, or have seen her at all. Before long this became very
obvious to me, as shall be told.

From the night upon which Hans and I failed to rescue Inez we had no
more difficulty in following the trail of the cannibals, who
thenceforward were never more than a few hours ahead of us and had no
time to be careful or to attempt to hide their spoor. Yet so fast did
they travel that do what we would, burdened and wearied as we were, it
proved impossible to overtake them.

For the first three days the track ran on through scattered, rolling
bush-veld of the character that I have described, but tending
continually down hill. When we broke camp on the morning of the fourth
day, eating a hasty meal at dawn (for now game had become
astonishingly plentiful, so that we did not lack food) the rising sun
showed beneath us an endless sea of billowy mist stretching in every
direction far as the sight could carry.

To the north, however, it did come to an end, for there, as I judged
fifty or sixty miles away, rose the grim outline of what looked like a
huge fortress, which I knew must be one of those extraordinary
mountain formations, probably owing their origin to volcanic action,
that are to be met with here and there in the vast expanses of Central
and Eastern Africa. Being so distant it was impossible to estimate its
size, which I guessed must be enormous, but in looking at it I
bethought me of that great mountain in which Zikali said the
marvellous white Queen lived, and wondered whether it could be the
same, as from my memory of his map upon the ashes, it well might be,
that is, if such a place existed at all. If so the map had shown it as
surrounded by swamps and--well, surely that mist hid the face of a
mighty swamp?

It did indeed, since before nightfall, following the spoor of those
Amahagger, we had plunged into a morass so vast that in all my
experience I have never seen or heard of its like. It was a veritable
ocean of papyrus and other reeds, some of them a dozen or more feet
high, so that it was impossible to see a yard in any direction.

Here it was that the Amahagger ahead of us proved our salvation, since
without them to guide us we must soon have perished. For through that
gigantic swamp there ran a road, as I think an ancient road, since in
one or two places I saw stone work which must have been laid by man.
Yet it was not a road which it would have been possible to follow
without a guide, seeing that it also was overgrown with reeds. Indeed,
the only difference between it and the surrounding swamp was that on
the road the soil was comparatively firm, that is to say, one seldom
sank into it above the knee, whereas on either side of it quagmires
were often apparently bottomless, and what is more, partook of the
nature of quicksand.

This we found out soon after we entered the swamp, since Robertson,
pushing forward with the fierce eagerness which seemed to consume him,
neglected to keep his eye upon the spoor and stepped off the edge on
to land that appeared to be exactly similar to its surface. Instantly
he began to sink in greasy and tenacious mud. Umslopogaas and I were
only twenty yards behind, yet by the time we reached him in answer to
his shouts, already he was engulfed up to his middle and going down so
rapidly that in another minute he would have vanished altogether.
Well, we got him out but not with ease, for that mud clung to him like
the tentacles of an octopus. After this we were more careful.

Nor did this road run straight; on the contrary, it curved about and
sometimes turned at right angles, doubtless to avoid a piece of swamp
over which it had proved impossible for the ancients to construct a
causeway, or to follow some out-crop of harder soil beneath.

The difficulties of that horrible place are beyond description, and
indeed can scarcely be imagined. First there was that of a kind of
grass which grew among the roots of the reeds and had edges like to
those of knives. As Robertson and I wore gaiters we did not suffer so
much from it, but the poor Zulus with their bare legs were terribly
cut about and in some cases lame.

Then there were the mosquitoes which lived here by the million and all
seemed anxious for a bite; also snakes of a peculiarly deadly kind
were numerous. A Zulu was bitten by one of them of so poisonous a
nature that he died within three minutes, for the venom seemed to go
straight to his heart. We threw his body into the swamp, where it
vanished at once.

Lastly there was the all-pervading stench and the intolerable heat of
the place, since no breath of air could penetrate that forest of
reeds, while a minor trouble was that of the multitude of leeches
which fastened on to our bodies. By looking one could see the
creatures sitting on the under side of leaves with their heads
stretched out waiting to attack anything that went by. As wayfarers
there could not have been numerous, I wondered what they had lived on
for the last few thousand years. By the way, I found that paraffin, of
which we had a small supply for our hand-lamps, rubbed over all
exposed surfaces, was to some extent a protection against these blood-
sucking worms and the gnats, although it did make one go about
smelling like a dirty oil tin.

During the day, except for the occasional rush of some great iguana or
other reptile, and the sound of the wings of the flocks of wildfowl
passing over us from time to time, the march was deathly silent. But
at night it was different, for then the bull-frogs boomed incessantly,
as did the bitterns, while great swamp owls and other night-flying
birds uttered their weird cries. Also there were mysterious sucking
noises caused, no doubt, by the sinking of areas of swamp, with those
of bursting bubbles of foul, up-rushing gas.

Strange lights, too, played about, will-o'-the-wisps or St. Elmo
fires, as I believe they are called, that frightened the Zulus very
much, since they believed them to be spirits of the dead. Perhaps this
superstition had something to do with their native legend that mankind
was "torn out of the reeds." If so, they may have imagined that the
ghosts of men went back to the reeds, of which there were enough here
to accommodate those of the entire Zulu nation. Any way they were much
scared; even the bold witch-doctor, Goroko, was scared and went
through incantations with the little bag of medicines he carried to
secure protection for himself and his companions. Indeed, I think even
the iron Umslopogaas himself was not as comfortable as he might have
been, although he did inform me that he had come out to fight and did
not care whether it were with man, or wizard, or spirit.

In short, of all the journeys that I have made, with the exception of
the passage of the desert on our way to King Solomon's Mines, I think
that through this enormous swamp was the most miserable. Heartily did
I curse myself for ever having undertaken such a quest in a wild
attempt to allay that sickness, or rather to quench that thirst of the
soul which, I imagine, at times assails most of those who have hearts
and think or dream.

For this was at the bottom of the business: this it was which had
delivered me into the hands of Zikali, Opener-of-Roads, who, as now I
am sure, was merely making use of me for his private occult purposes.
He desired to consult the distant Oracle, if such a person existed, as
to great schemes of his own, and therefore, to attain his end, made
use of my secret longings which I had been so foolish as to reveal to
him, quite careless of what happened to me in the process. [A bit
narrow and uncharitable, this view. It seems to me that Zikali is
taking a big risk in giving him the Great Medicine.--JB]

Well, I was in for the business and must follow it to the finish
whatever that might be. After all it was very interesting and if there
were anything in what Zikali said (if there were not I could not
conceive what object he had in sending me on such a wild-goose chase
through this home of geese and ducks), it might become more
interesting still. For being pretty well fever-proof I did not think I
should die in that morass, as of course nine white men out of ten
would have done, and, beyond it lay the huge mountain which day by day
grew larger and clearer.

Nor did Hans, who, with a childlike trust, pinned his faith to the
Great Medicine. This, he remarked, was the worst veld through which he
had ever travelled, but as the Great Medicine would never consent to
be buried in that stinking mud, he had no doubt that we should come
safely through it some time. I replied that this wonderful medicine of
his had not saved one of our companions who had now made a grave in
the same mud.

"No, Baas," he said, "but those Zulus have nothing to do with the
Medicine which was given to you, and to me who accompanied you when we
saw the Opener-of-Roads. Therefore perhaps they will all die, except
Umslopogaas, whom you were told to take with you. If so, what does it
matter, since there are plenty of Zulus, although there be but one
Macumazahn or one Hans? Also the Baas may remember that he began by
offending a snake and therefore it is quite natural that this snake's
brother should have bitten the Zulu."

"If you are right, he should have bitten me, Hans."

"Yes, Baas, and so no doubt he would have done had you not been
protected by the Great Medicine, and me too had not my grandfather
been a snake-charmer, to say nothing of the smell of the Medicine
being on me as well. The snakes know those that they should bite,
Baas."

"So do the mosquitoes," I answered, grabbing a handful of them. "The
Great Medicine has no effect upon them."

"Oh! yes, Baas, it has, since though it pleases them to bite, the
bites do us no harm, or at least not much, and all are made happy.
Still, I wish we could get out of these reeds of which I never want to
see another, and Baas, please keep your rifle ready for I think I hear
a crocodile stirring there."

"No need, Hans," I remarked sarcastically. "Go and tell him that I
have the Great Medicine."

"Yes, Baas, I will; also that if he is very hungry, there are some
Zulus camped a few yards further down the road," and he went solemnly
to the reeds a little way off and began to talk to them.

"You infernal donkey!" I murmured, and drew my blanket over my head in
a vain attempt to keep out the mosquitoes and smoking furiously with
the same object, tried to get to sleep.



At last the swamp bottom began to slope upwards a little, with the
result that as the land dried through natural drainage, the reeds grew
thinner by degrees, until finally they ceased and we found ourselves
on firmer ground; indeed, upon the lowest slopes of the great mountain
that I have mentioned, that now towered above us, forbidden and
majestic.

I had made a little map in my pocket-book of the various twists and
turns of the road through that vast Slough of Despond, marking them
from hour to hour as we followed its devious wanderings. On studying
this at the end of that part of our journey I realised afresh how
utterly impossible it would have been for us to thread that misty maze
where a few false steps would always have meant death by suffocation,
had it not been for the spoor of those Amahagger travelling
immediately ahead of us who were acquainted with its secrets. Had they
been friendly guides they could not have done us a better turn.

What I wondered was why they had not tried to ambush us in the reeds,
since our fires must have shown them that we were close upon their
heels. That they did try to burn us out was clear from certain
evidences that I found, but fortunately at this season of the year in
the absence of a strong wind the rank reeds were too green to catch
fire. For the rest I was soon to learn the reason of their neglect to
attack us in that dense cover.

They were waiting for a better opportunity!



                              CHAPTER X

                              THE ATTACK

We won out of the reeds at last, for which I fervently thanked God,
since to have crossed that endless marsh unguided, with the loss of
only one man, seemed little less than miraculous. We emerged from them
late in the afternoon and being wearied out, stopped for a while to
rest and eat of the flesh of a buck that I had been fortunate enough
to shoot upon their fringe. Then we pushed forward up the slope,
proposing to camp for the night on the crest of it a mile or so away
where I thought we should escape from the deadly mist in which we had
been enveloped for so long, and obtain a clear view of the country
ahead.

Following the bank of a stream which here ran down into the marsh, we
came at length to this crest just as the sun was sinking. Below us lay
a deep valley, a fold, as it were, in the skin of the mountain, well
but not densely bushed. The woods of this valley climbed up the
mountain flank for some distance above it and then gave way to grassy
slopes that ended in steep sides of rock, which were crowned by a
black and frowning precipice of unknown height.

There was, I remember, something very impressive about this towering
natural wall, which seemed to shut off whatever lay beyond the gaze of
man, as though it veiled an ancient mystery. Indeed, the aspect of it
thrilled me, I knew not why. I observed, however, that at one point in
the mighty cliff there seemed to be a narrow cleft down which, no
doubt, lava had flowed in a remote age, and it occurred to me that up
this cleft ran a roadway, probably a continuation of that by which we
had threaded the swamp. The fact that through my glasses I could see
herds of cattle grazing on the slopes of the mountain went to confirm
this view, since cattle imply owners and herdsmen, and search as I
would, I could find no native villages on the slopes. The inference
seemed to be that those owners dwelt beyond or within the mountain.

All of these things I saw and pointed out to Robertson in the light of
the setting sun.

Meanwhile Umslopogaas had been engaged in selecting the spot where we
were to camp for the night. Some soldierlike instinct, or perchance
some prescience of danger, caused him to choose a place particularly
suitable to defence. It was on a steep-sided mound that more or less
resembled a gigantic ant-heap. Upon one side this mound was protected
by the stream which because of a pool was here rather deep, while at
the back of it stood a collection of those curious and piled-up water-
worn rocks that are often to be found in Africa. These rocks, lying
one upon another like the stones of a Cyclopean wall, curved round the
western side of the mound, so that practically it was only open for a
narrow space, say thirty or forty feet, upon that face of it which
looked on to the mountain.

"Umslopogaas expects battle," remarked Hans to me with a grin,
"otherwise with all this nice plain round us he would not have chosen
to camp in a place which a few men could hold against many. Yes, Baas,
he thinks that those cannibals are going to attack us."

"Stranger things have happened," I answered indifferently, and having
seen to the rifles, went to lie down, observing as I did so that the
tired Zulus seemed already to be asleep. Only Umslopogaas did not
sleep. On the contrary, he stood leaning on his axe staring at the dim
outlines of the opposing precipice.

"A strange mountain, Macumazahn," he said, "compared to it that of the
Witch, beneath which my kraal lies, is but a little baby. I wonder
what we shall find within it. I have always loved mountains,
Macumazahn, ever since a dead brother of mine and I lived with the
wolves in the Witch's lap, for on them I have had the best of my
fighting."

"Perhaps it is not done with yet," I answered wearily.

"I hope not, Macumazahn, since some is due for us, after all these
days of mud and stench. Sleep a while now, Macumazahn, for that head
of yours which you use so much, must need rest. Fear not, I and the
little yellow man who do not think as much as you do, will keep watch
and wake you if there is need, as mayhap there will be before the
dawn. Here none can come at us except in front, and the place is
narrow."

So I lay down and slept as soundly as ever I had done in my life, for
a space of four or five hours I suppose. Then, by some instinct
perhaps, I awoke suddenly, feeling much refreshed in that sweet
mountain air, a new man indeed, and in the moonlight saw Umslopogaas
striding towards me.

"Arise, Macumazahn," he said, "I hear men stirring below us."

At this moment Hans slipped past him, whispering,

"The cannibals are coming, Baas, a good number of them. I think they
mean to attack before dawn."

Then he passed behind me to warn the Zulus. As he went by, I said to
him,

"If so, Hans, now is the time for your Great Medicine to show what it
can do."

"The Great Medicine will look after you and me all right, Baas," he
replied, pausing and speaking in Dutch, which Umslopogaas did not
understand, "but I expect there will be fewer of those Zulus to cook
for before the sun grows hot. Their spirits will be turned into snakes
and go back into the reeds from which they say they were 'torn out,'"
he added over his shoulder.

I should explain that Hans acted as cook to our party and it was a
grievance with him that the Zulus ate so much of the meat which he was
called upon to prepare. Indeed, there is never much sympathy between
Hottentots and Zulus.

"What is the little yellow man saying about us?" asked Umslopogaas
suspiciously.

"He is saying that if it comes to battle, you and your men will make a
great fight," I replied diplomatically.

"Yes, we will do that, Macumazahn, but I thought he said that we
should be killed and that this pleased him."

"Oh dear no!" I answered hastily. "How could he be pleased if that
happened, since then he would be left defenceless, if he were not
killed too. Now, Umslopogaas, let us make a plan for this fight."

So, together with Robertson, rapidly we discussed the thing. As a
result, with the help of the Zulus, we dragged together some loose
stones and the tops of three small thorn trees which we had cut down,
and with them made a low breastwork, sufficient to give us some
protection if we lay down to shoot. It was the work of a few minutes
since we had prepared the material when we camped in case an emergency
should arise.

Behind this breastwork we gathered and waited, Robertson and I being
careful to get a little to the rear of the Zulus, who it will be
remembered had the rifles which the Strathmuir bastards had left
behind them when they bolted, in addition to their axes and throwing
assegais. The question was how these cannibals would fight. I knew
that they were armed with long spears and knives but I did not know if
they used those spears for thrusting or for throwing. In the former
case it would be difficult to get at them with the axes because they
must have the longer reach. Fortunately as it turned out, they did
both.

At length all was ready and there came that long and trying wait, the
most disagreeable part of a fight in which one grows nervous and
begins to reflect earnestly upon one's sins. Clearly the Amahagger, if
they really intended business, did not mean to attack till just before
dawn, after the common native fashion, thinking to rush us in the low
and puzzling light. What perplexed me was that they should wish to
attack us at all after having let so many opportunities of doing so go
by. Apparently these men were now in sight of their own home, where no
doubt they had many friends, and by pushing on could reach its shelter
before us, especially as they knew the roads and we did not.

They had come out for a secret purpose that seemed to have to do with
the abduction of a certain young white woman for reasons connected
with their tribal statecraft or ritual, which is the kind of thing
that happens not infrequently among obscure and ancient African
tribes. Well, they had abducted their young woman and were in sight of
safety and success in their objects, whatever these might be. For what
possible reason, then, could they desire to risk a fight with the
outraged friends and relatives of that young woman?

It was true that they outnumbered us and therefore had a good chance
of victory, but on the other hand, they must know that it would be
very dearly won, and if it were not won, that we should retake their
captive, so that all their trouble would have been for nothing.
Further they must be as exhausted and travel-worn as we were ourselves
and in no condition to face a desperate battle.

The problem was beyond me and I gave it up with the reflection that
either this threatened attack was a mere feint to delay us, or that
behind it was something mysterious, such as a determination to prevent
us at all hazards from discovering the secrets of that mountain
stronghold.

When I put the riddle to Hans, who was lying next to me, he was ready
with another solution.

"They are men-eaters, Baas," he said, "and being hungry, wish to eat
us before they get to their own land where doubtless they are not
allowed to eat each other."

"Do you think so," I answered, "when we are so thin?" and I surveyed
Hans' scraggy form in the moonlight.

"Oh! yes, Baas, we should be quite good boiled--like old hens, Baas.
Also it is the nature of cannibals to prefer thin man to fat beef. The
devil that is in them gives them that taste, Baas, just as he makes me
like gin, or you turn your head to look at pretty women, as those
Zulus say you always did in their country, especially at a certain
witch who was named Mameena and whom you kissed before everybody----"

Here I turned my head to look at Hans, proposing to smite him with
words, or physically, since to have this Mameena myth, of which I have
detailed the origin in the book called /Child of Storm/, re-arise out
of his hideous little mouth was too much. But before I could get out a
syllable he held up his finger and whispered,

"Hush! the dawn breaks and they come. I hear them."

I listened intently but could distinguish nothing. Only straining my
eyes, presently I thought that about a hundred yards down the slope
beneath us in the dim light I caught sight of ghostlike figures
flitting from tree to tree; also that these figures were drawing
nearer.

"Look out!" I said to Robertson on my right, "I believe they are
coming."

"Man," he answered sternly, "I hope so, for whom else have I wanted to
meet all these days?"

Now the figures vanished into a little fold of the ground. A minute or
so later they re-appeared upon its hither side where such light as
there was from the fading stars and the gathering dawn fell full upon
them, for here were no trees. I looked and a thrill of horror went
through me, for with one glance I recognised that these were /not the
men whom we had been following/. To begin with, there were many more
of them, quite a hundred, I should think, also they had painted
shields, wore feathers in their hair, and generally so far as I could
judge, seemed to be fat and fresh.

"We have been led into an ambush," I said first in Zulu to Umslopogaas
immediately in front, and then in English to Robertson.

"If so, man, we must just do the best we can," answered the latter,
"but God help my poor daughter, for those other devils will have taken
her away, leaving their brethren to make an end of us."

"It is so, Macumazahn," broke in Umslopogaas. "Well, whatever the end
of it, we shall have a better fight. Now do you give the word and we
will obey."

The savages, for so I call them, although I admit that cannibals or
not, they looked more like high-class Arabs than savages, came on in
perfect silence, hoping, I suppose, to catch us asleep. When they were
about fifty yards away, running in a treble line with spears advanced,
I called out "Fire!" in Zulu, and set the example by loosing off both
barrels of my express rifle at men whom I had picked out as leaders,
with results that must have been more satisfactory to me than to the
two Amahagger whose troubles in this world came to an end.

There followed a tremendous fusillade, the Zulus banging off their
guns wildly, but even at that distance managing for the most part to
shoot over the enemy's heads. Captain Robertson and Hans, however, did
better and the general result was that the Amahagger, who appeared to
be unaccustomed to firearms, retreated in a hurry to a fold of the
ground whence they had emerged. Before the last of them got there I
loaded again, so that two more stopped behind. Altogether we had put
nine or ten of them out of action.

Now I hoped that they would give the business up. But this was not so,
for being brave fellows, after a pause of perhaps five minutes, once
more they charged in a body, hoping to overwhelm us. Again we greeted
them with bullets and knocked out several, whereon the rest threw a
volley of their long spears at us. I was glad to see them do this
although one of the Zulus got his death from it, while two more were
wounded. I myself had a very narrow escape, for a spear passed between
my neck and shoulder. Each of them carried but one of these weapons
and I knew that if they used them up in throwing, only their big
knives would remain to them with which to attack us.

After this discharge of spears which was kept up for some time, they
rushed at us and there followed a great fight. The Zulus, throwing
down their guns, rose to their feet and holding their little fighting
shields which had been carried in their mats, in the left hand,
wielded their axes with the right. Umslopogaas, who stood in the
centre of them, however, had no shield and swung his great axe with
both arms. This was the first time that I had seen him fight and the
spectacle was in a way magnificent. Again and again the axe crashed
down and every time it fell it left one dead beneath the stroke, till
at length those Amahagger shrank back out of his reach.

Meanwhile Robertson, Hans and I, standing on some stones at the back,
kept up a continual fire upon them, shooting over the heads of the
Zulus, who were playing their part like men. Yes, they shrank back,
leaving many dead behind them. Then a captain tried to gather them for
another rush, and once more they moved forward. I killed that captain
with a revolver shot, for my rifle had become too hot to hold, and at
the sight of his fall, they broke and ran back into the little hollow
where our bullets could not reach them.

So far we had held our own, but at a price, for three of the Zulus
were now dead and three more wounded, one of them severely, the other
two but enough to cripple them. In fact, now there were left of them
but three untouched men, and Umslopogaas, so that in all for fighting
purposes we were but seven. What availed it that we had killed a great
number of these Amahagger, when we were but seven? How could seven men
withstand such another onslaught?

There in the pale light of the dawn we looked at each other dismayed.

"Now," said Umslopogaas, leaning on his red axe, "there remains but
one thing to do, make a good end, though I would that it were in a
greater cause. At least we must either fight or fly," and he looked
down at the wounded.

"Think not of us, Father," murmured one of them, the man who had a
mortal hurt. "If it is best, kill us and begone that you may live to
bear the Axe in years to come."

"Well spoken!" said Umslopogaas, and again stood still a while, then
added, "The word is with you, Macumazahn, who are our captain."

I set out the situation to Robertson and Hans as briefly as I could,
showing that there was a chance of life if we ran, but so far as I
could see, none if we stayed.

"Go if you like, Quatermain," answered the Captain, "but I shall stop
and die here, for since my girl is gone I think I'm better dead."

I motioned to Hans to speak.

"Baas," he answered, "the Great Medicine is here with us upon the
earth and your reverend father, the Predikant, is with us in the sky,
so I think we had better stop here and do what we can, especially as I
do not want to see those reeds any more at present."

"So do I," I said briefly, giving no reasons.

So we made ready for the next attack which we knew would be the last,
strengthening our little wall and dragging the dead Amahagger up
against it as an added protection. As we were thus engaged the sun
rose and in its first beams, some miles away on the opposing slopes of
the mountain looking tiny against the black background of the
precipice, we saw a party of men creeping forward. Lifting my glasses
I studied it and perceived that in its midst was a litter.

"There goes your daughter," I said, and handed the glasses to
Robertson.

"Oh! my God," he answered, "those villains have outwitted us after
all."

Another minute and the litter, or rather the chair with its escort,
had vanished into the shadow of the great cliffs, probably up some
pass which we could not see.

Next moment our thoughts were otherwise engaged, since from various
symptoms we gathered that the attack was about to be renewed. Spears
upon which shone the light of the rising sun, appeared above the edge
of the ground-fold that I have mentioned, which to the east increased
to a deep, bush-clad ravine. Also there were voices as of leaders
encouraging their men to a desperate effort.

"They are coming," I said to Robertson.

"Yes," he answered, "they are coming and we are going. It's a queer
end to the thing we call life, isn't it, Quatermain, and hang it all!
I wonder what's beyond? Not much for me, I expect, but whatever it is
could scarcely be worse than what I've gone through here below in one
way and another."

"There's hope for all of us," I replied as cheerfully as I could, for
the man's deep depression disturbed me.

"Mayhap, Quatermain, for who knows the infinite mercy of whatever made
us as we are? My old mother used to preach of it and I remember her
words now. But in my case I expect it will stop at hope, or sleep, and
if it wasn't for Inez, I'd not mind so much, for I tell you I've had
enough of the world and life. Look, there's one of them. Take that,
you black devil!" and lifting his rifle he aimed and fired at an
Amahagger who appeared upon the edge of the fold of ground. What is
more he hit him, for I saw the man double up and fall backwards.

Then the game began afresh, for the cannibals (I suppose they were
cannibals like their brethren) crept out of shelter, advancing on
their stomachs or their hands and knees, so as to offer a smaller
mark, and dragging between them a long and slender tree-trunk with
which clearly they intended to batter down our wall.

Of course I blazed away at them, pretty carefully too, for I was
determined that what I believed to be the last exercise of the gift of
shooting that has been given to me, should prove a record. Therefore I
selected my men and even where I would hit them, and as subsequent
examination showed, I made no mistakes in the seven or eight shots
that I fired. But all the while, like poor Captain Robertson, I was
thinking of other things; namely, where I was bound for presently and
if I should meet certain folk there and what was the meaning of this
show called Life, which unless it leads somewhere, according to my
judgment has none at all. Until these questions were solved, however,
my duty was to kill as many of those ruffians as I could, and this I
did with finish and despatch.

Robertson and Hans were firing also, with more or less success, but
there were too many to be stopped by our three rifles. Still they came
on till at length their fierce faces were within a few yards of our
little parapet and Umslopogaas had lifted his great axe to give them
greeting. They paused a moment before making their final rush, and so
did we to slip in fresh cartridges.

"Die well, Hans," I said, "and if you get there first, wait for me on
the other side."

"Yes, Baas, I always meant to do that, though not yet. We are not
going to die this time, Baas. Those who have the Great Medicine don't
die; it is the others who die, like that fellow," and he pointed to an
Amahagger who went reeling round and round with a bullet from his
Winchester through the middle, for he had fired in the midst of his
remarks.

"Curse--I mean bless--the Great Medicine," I said as I lifted my rifle
to my shoulder.

At that moment all those Amahagger--there were about sixty of them
left--became seized with a certain perturbation. They stood still,
they stared towards the fold of ground out of which they had emerged;
they called to each other words which I did not catch, and then--they
turned to run.

Umslopogaas saw, and with a leader's instinct, acted. Springing over
the parapet, followed by his remaining Zulus of the Axe, he leapt upon
them with a roar. Down they went before /Inkosikaas/, like corn before
a sickle. The thing was marvellous to see, it was like the charge of a
leopard, so swift was the rush and so lightning-like were the strokes
or rather the pecks of that flashing axe, for now he was tapping at
their heads or spines with the gouge-like point upon its back. Nor
were these the only victims, for those brave followers of his also did
their part. In a minute all who remained upon their feet of the
Amahagger were in full flight, vanishing this way and that among the
trees. Hans fired a parting shot after the last of them, then sat down
upon a stone and finding his corn-cob pipe, proceeded to fill it.

"The Great Medicine, Baas," he began sententiously, "or perhaps your
reverend father, the Predikant----" Here he paused and pointed
doubtfully with the bowl of the pipe towards the fold in the ground,
adding, "Here it is, but I think it must be your reverend father, not
the Great Medicine, yes, the Predikant himself, returned from Heaven,
the Place of Fires!"

Looking vaguely in the direction indicated, for I could not conceive
what he meant and thought that the excitement must have made him mad,
I perceived a venerable old man with a long white beard and clothed in
a flowing garment, also white, who reminded me of Father Christmas at
a child's party, walking towards us and radiating benignancy. Also
behind him I perceived a whole forest of spear points emerging from
the gully. He seemed to take it for granted that we should not shoot
at him, for he came on quite unconcerned, carefully picking his way
among the corpses. When he was near enough he stopped and said in a
kind of Arabic which I could understand,

"I greet you, Strangers, in the name of her I serve. I see that I am
just in time, but this does not surprise me, since she said that it
would be so. You seem to have done very well with these dogs," and he
prodded a dead Amahagger with his sandalled foot. "Yes, very well
indeed. You must be great warriors."

Then he paused and we stared at each other.



                              CHAPTER XI

                      THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN WALL

"These do not seem to be friends of yours," I said, pointing to the
fallen. "And yet," I added, nodding towards the spearmen who were now
emerging from the gully, "they are very like your friends."

"Puppies from the same litter are often alike, yet when they grow up
sometimes they fight each other," replied Father Christmas blandly.
"At least these come to save and not to kill you. Look! they kill the
others!" and he pointed to them making an end of some of the wounded
men. "But who are these?" and he glanced with evident astonishment,
first at the fearsome-looking Umslopogaas and then at the grotesque
Hans. "Nay, answer not, you must be weary and need rest. Afterwards we
can talk."

"Well, as a matter of fact we have not yet breakfasted," I replied.
"Also I have business to attend to here," and I glanced at our
wounded.

The old fellow nodded and went to speak to the captains of his force,
doubtless as to the pursuit of the enemy, for presently I saw a
company spring forward on their tracks. Then, assisted by Hans and the
remaining Zulus, of whom one was Goroko, I turned to attend to our own
people. The task proved lighter than I expected, since the badly
injured man was dead or dying and the hurts of the two others were in
their legs and comparatively slight, such as Goroko could doctor in
his own native fashion.

After this, taking Hans to guard my back, I went down to the stream
and washed myself. Then I returned and ate, wondering the while that I
could do so with appetite after the terrible dangers which we had
passed. Still, we had passed them, and Robertson, Umslopogaas with
three of his men, I and Hans were quite unharmed, a fact for which I
returned thanks in silence but sincerely enough to Providence.

Hans also returned thanks in his own fashion, after he had filled
himself, not before, and lit his corn-cob pipe. But Robertson made no
remark; indeed, when he had satisfied his natural cravings, he rose
and walking a few paces forward, stood staring at the cleft in the
mountain cliff into which he had seen the litter vanish that bore his
daughter to some fate unknown.

Even the great fight that we had fought and the victory we had won
against overpowering odds did not appear to impress him. He only
glared at the mountain into the heart of which Inez had been raped
away, and shook his fist. Since she was gone all else went for
nothing, so much so that he did not offer to assist with the wounded
Zulus or show curiosity about the strange old man by whom we had been
rescued.

"The Great Medicine, Baas," said Hans in a bewildered way, "is even
more powerful than I thought. Not only has it brought us safely
through the fighting and without a scratch, for those Zulus there do
not matter and there will be less cooking for me to do now that they
are gone; it has also brought down your reverend father the Predikant
from the Place of Fires in Heaven, somewhat changed from what I
remember him, it is true, but still without doubt the same. When I
make my report to him presently, if he can understand my talk, I
shall----"

"Stop your infernal nonsense, you son of a donkey," I broke in, for at
this moment old Father Christmas, smiling more benignly than before,
re-appeared from the kloof into which he had vanished and advanced
towards us bowing with much politeness.

Having seated himself upon the little wall that we had built up, he
contemplated us, stroking his beautiful white beard, then said,
addressing me,

"Of a certainty you should be proud who with a few have defeated so
many. Still, had I not been ordered to come at speed, I think that by
now you would have been as those are," and he looked towards the dead
Zulus who were laid out at a distance like men asleep, while their
companions sought for a place to bury them.

"Ordered by whom?" I asked.

"There is only one who can order," he answered with mild astonishment.
"'She-who-commands, She-who-is-everlasting'!"

It occurred to me that this must be some Arabic idiom for the Eternal
Feminine, but I only looked vague and said,

"It would appear that there are some whom this exalted everlasting She
cannot command; those who attacked us; also those who have fled away
yonder," and I waved my hand towards the mountain.

"No command is absolute; in every country there are rebels, even, as I
have heard, in Heaven above us. But, Wanderer, what is your name?"

"Watcher-by-Night," I answered.

"Ah! a good name for one who must have watched well by night, and by
day too, to reach this country living where She-who-commands says that
no man of your colour has set foot for many generations. Indeed, I
think she told me once that two thousand years had gone by since she
spoke to a white man in the City of Kr."

"Did she indeed?" I exclaimed, stifling a cough.

"You do not believe me," he went on, smiling. "Well, She-who-commands
can explain matters for herself better than I who was not alive two
thousand years ago, so far as I remember. But what must I call him
with the Axe?"

"Warrior is his name."

"Again a good name, as to judge by the wounds on them, certain of
those rebels I think are now telling each other in Hell. And this man,
if indeed he be a man----" he added, looking doubtfully at Hans.

"Light-in-Darkness is his name."

"I see, doubtless because his colour is that of the winter sun in
thick fog, or a bad egg broken into milk. And the other white man who
mutters and whose brow is like a storm?"

"He is called Avenger; you will learn why later on," I answered
impatiently, for I grew tired of this catechism, adding, "And what are
you called and, if you are pleased to tell it to us, upon what errand
do you visit us in so fortunate an hour?"

"I am named Billali," he answered, "the servant and messenger of She-
who-commands, and I was sent to save you and to bring you safely to
her."

"How can this be, Billali, seeing that none knew of our coming?"

"Yet She-who-commands knew," he said with his benignant smile.
"Indeed, I think that she learned of it some moons ago through a
message that was sent to her and so arranged all things that you
should be guided safely to her secret home; since otherwise how would
you have passed a great pathless swamp with the loss, I think she
said, of but one man whom a snake bit?"

Now I stared at the old fellow, for how could he know of the death of
this man, but thought it useless to pursue the conversation further.

"When you are rested and ready," he went on, "we will start. Meanwhile
I leave you that I may prepare litters to carry those wounded men, and
you also, Watcher-by-Night, if you wish." Then with a dignified bow,
for everything about this old fellow was stately, he turned and
vanished into the kloof.

The next hour or so was occupied in the burial of the dead Zulus, a
ceremony in which I took no part beyond standing up and raising my hat
as they were borne away, for as I have said somewhere, it is best to
leave natives alone on these occasions. Indeed, I lay down, reflecting
that strangely enough there seemed to be something in old Zikali's
tale of a wonderful white Queen who lived in a mountain fastness,
since there was the mountain as he had drawn it on the ashes, and the
servants of that Queen who, apparently, had knowledge of our coming,
appeared in the nick of time to rescue us from one of the tightest
fixes in which ever I found myself.

Moreover, the antique and courteous individual called Billali, spoke
of her as "She-who-is-everlasting." What the deuce could he mean by
that, I wondered? Probably that she was very old and therefore
disagreeable to look on, which I confessed to myself would be a
disappointment.

And how did she know that we were coming? I could not guess and when I
asked Robertson, he merely shrugged his shoulders and intimated that
he took no interest in the matter. The truth is that nothing moved the
man, whose whole soul was wrapped in one desire, namely to rescue, or
avenge, the daughter against whom he knew he had so sorely sinned.

In fact, this loose-living but reformed seaman was becoming a
monomaniac, and what is more, one of the religious type. He had a
Bible with him that had been given to him by his mother when he was a
boy, and in this he read constantly; also he was always on his knees
and at night I could hear him groaning and praying aloud. Doubtless
now that the chains of drink had fallen off him, the instincts and the
blood of the dour old Covenanters from whom he was descended, were
asserting themselves. In a way this was a good thing though for some
time past I had feared lest it should end in his going mad, and
certainly as a companion he was more cheerful in his unregenerate
days.

Abandoning speculation as useless and taking my chance of being
murdered where I lay, for after all Billali's followers were
singularly like the men with whom we had been fighting and for aught I
knew might be animated by identical objects--I just went to sleep, as
I can do at any time, to wake up an hour or so later feeling
wonderfully refreshed. Hans, who when I closed my eyes was already
asleep slumbering at my feet curled up like a dog on a spot where the
sun struck hotly, roused me by saying:

"Awake, Baas, they are here!"

I sprang up, snatching at my rifle, for I thought that he meant that
we were being attacked again, to see Billali advancing at the head of
a train of four litters made of bamboo with grass mats for curtains
and coverings, each of which was carried by stalwart Amahagger, as I
supposed that they must be. Two of these, the finest, Billali
indicated were for Robertson and myself, and the two others for the
wounded. Umslopogaas and the remaining Zulus evidently were expected
to walk, as was Hans.

"How did you make these so quickly," I asked, surveying their elegant
and indeed artistic workmanship.

"We did not make them, Watcher-by-Night, we brought them with us
folded up. She-who-commands looked in her glass and said that four
would be needed, besides my own which is yonder, two for white lords
and two for wounded black men, which you see is the number required."

"Yes," I answered vaguely, marvelling what kind of a glass it was that
gave the lady this information.

Before I could inquire upon the point Billali added,

"You will be glad to learn that my men caught some of those rebels who
dared to attack you, eight or ten of them who had been hurt by your
missiles or axe-cuts, and put them to death in the proper fashion--
yes, quite the proper fashion," and he smiled a little. "The rest had
gone too far where it would have been dangerous to follow them among
the rocks. Enter now, my lord Watcher-by-Night, for the road is steep
and we must travel fast if we would reach the place where She-who-
commands is camped in the ancient holy city, before the moon sinks
behind the cliffs to-night."

So having explained matters to Robertson and Umslopogaas, who
announced that nothing would induce /him/ to be carried like an old
woman, or a corpse upon a shield, and seen that the hurt Zulus were
comfortably accommodated, Robertson and I got into our litters, which
proved to be delightfully easy and restful.

Then when our gear was collected by the hook-nosed bearers to whom we
were obliged to trust, though we kept with us our rifles and a certain
amount of ammunition, we started. First went a number of Billali's
spearmen, then came the litters with the wounded alongside of which
Umslopogaas and his three uninjured Zulus talked or trotted, then
another litter containing Billali, then my own by which ran Hans, and
Robertson's, and lastly the rest of the Amahagger and the relief
bearers.

"I see now, Baas," said Hans, thrusting his head between my curtains,
"that yonder Whitebeard cannot be your reverend father, the Predikant,
after all."

"Why not?" I asked, though the fact was fairly obvious.

"Because, Baas, if he were, he would not have left Hans, of whom he
always thought so well, to run in the sun like a dog, while he and
others travel in carriages like great white ladies."

"You had better save your breath instead of talking nonsense, Hans," I
said, "since I believe that you have a long way to go."

In fact, it proved to be a very long way indeed, especially as after
we began to breast the mountain, we must travel slowly. We started
about ten o'clock in the morning, for the fight which after all did
not take long--had, it will be remembered, begun shortly after dawn,
and it was three in the afternoon before we reached the base of the
towering cliff which I have mentioned.

Here, at the foot of a remarkable, isolated column of rock, on which I
was destined to see a strange sight in the after days, we halted and
ate of the remaining food which we had brought with us, while the
Amahagger consumed their own, that seemed to consist largely of
curdled milk, such as the Zulus call /maas/, and lumps of a kind of
bread.

I noted that they were a very curious people who fed in silence and on
whose handsome, solemn faces one never saw a smile. Somehow it gave me
the creeps to look at them. Robertson was affected in the same way,
for in one of the rare intervals of his abstraction he remarked that
they were "no canny." Then he added,

"Ask yon old wizard who might be one of the Bible prophets come to
life--what those man-eating devils have done with my daughter."

I did so, and Billali answered,

"Say that they have taken her away to make a queen of her, since
having rebelled against their own queen, they must have another who is
white. Say too that She-who-commands will wage war on them and perhaps
win her back, unless they kill her first."

"Ah!" Robertson repeated when I had translated, "unless they kill her
first--or worse." Then he relapsed into his usual silence.

Presently we started on again, heading straight for what looked like a
sheer wall of black rock a thousand feet or more in height, up a path
so steep that Robertson and I got out and walked, or rather scrambled,
in order to ease the bearers. Billali, I noticed, remained in his
litter. The convenience of the bearers did not trouble him; he only
ordered an extra gang to the poles. I could not imagine how we were to
negotiate this precipice. Nor could Umslopogaas, who looked at it and
said,

"If we are to climb that, Macumazahn, I think that the only one who
will live to get to the top will be that little yellow monkey of
yours," and he pointed with his axe at Hans.

"If I do," replied that worthy, much nettled, for he hated to be
called a "yellow monkey" by the Zulus, "be sure that I will roll down
stones upon any black butcher whom I see sprawling upon the cliff
below."

Umslopogaas smiled grimly, for he had a sense of humour and could
appreciate a repartee even when it hit him hard. Then we stopped
talking for the climb took all our breath.

At length we came to the cliff face where, to all appearance, our
journey must end. Suddenly, however, out of the blind black wall in
front of us started the apparition of a tall man armed with a great
spear and wearing a white robe, who challenged us hoarsely.

Suddenly he stood before us, as a ghost might do, though whence he
came we could not see. Presently the mystery was explained. Here in
the cliff face there was a cleft, though one invisible even from a few
paces away, since its outer edge projected over the inner wall of
rock. Moreover, this opening was not above four feet in width, a mere
split in the huge mountain mass caused by some titanic convulsion in
past ages. For it was a definite split since, once entered, far, far
above could be traced a faint line of light coming from the sky,
although the gloom of the passage was such that torches, which were
stored at hand, must be used by those who threaded it. One man could
have held the place against a hundred--until he was killed. Still, it
was guarded, not only at the mouth where the warrior had appeared, but
further along at every turn in the jagged chasm, and these were many.

Into this grim place we went. The Zulus did not like it at all, for
they are a light-loving people and I noted that even Umslopogaas
seemed scared and hung back a little. Nor did Hans, who with his usual
suspicion, feared some trap; nor, for the matter of that, did I,
though I thought it well to appear much interested. Only Robertson
seemed quite indifferent and trudged along stolidly after a man
carrying a torch.

Old Billali put his head out of the litter and shouted back to me to
fear nothing, since there were no pitfalls in the path, his voice
echoing strangely between those narrow walls of measureless height.

For half an hour or more we pursued this dreary, winding path round
the corners of which the draught tore in gusts so fierce that more
than once the litters with the wounded men and those who bore them
were nearly blown over. It was safe enough, however, since on either
side of us, smooth and without break, rose the sheer walls of rock
over which lay the tiny ribbon of blue sky. At length the cleft
widened somewhat and the light grew stronger, making the torches
unnecessary.

Then of a sudden we came to its end and found ourselves upon a little
plateau in the mountainside. Behind us for a thousand feet or so rose
the sheer rock wall as it did upon the outer face, while in front and
beneath, far beneath, was a beautiful plain circular in shape and of
great extent, which plain was everywhere surrounded, so far as I could
see, by the same wall of rock. In short, notwithstanding its enormous
size, without doubt it was neither more nor less than the crater of a
vast extinct volcano. Lastly, not far from the centre of this plain
was what appeared to be a city, since through my glasses I could see
great walls built of stone, and what I thought were houses, all of
them of a character more substantial than any that I had discovered in
the wilds of Africa.

I went to Billali's litter and asked him who lived in the city.

"No one," he answered, "it has been dead for thousands of years, but
She-who-commands is camped there at present with an army, and thither
we go at once. Forward, bearers."

So, Robertson and I having re-entered our litters, we started on down
hill at a rapid pace, for the road, though steep, was safe and kept in
good order. All the rest of that afternoon we travelled and by sunset
reached the edge of the plain, where we halted a while to rest and
eat, till the light of the growing moon grew strong enough to enable
us to proceed. Umslopogaas came up and spoke to me.

"Here is a fortress indeed, Macumazahn," he said, "since none can
climb that fence of rock in which the holes seem to be few and small."

"Yes," I answered, "but it is one out of which those who are in, would
find it difficult to get out. We are buffaloes in a pit, Umslopogaas."

"That is so," he answered, "I have thought it already. But if any
would meddle with us we still have our horns and can toss for a
while."

Then he went back to his men.

The sunset in that great solemn place was a wonderful thing to see.
First of all the measureless crater was filled with light like a bowl
with fire. Then as the great orb sank behind the western cliff, half
of the plain became quite dark while shadows seemed to rush forward
over the eastern part of its surface, till that too was swallowed up
in gloom and for a little while there remained only a glow reflected
from the cliff face and from the sky above, while on the crest of the
parapet of rock played strange and glorious fires. Presently these too
vanished and the world was dark.

Then the half moon broke from behind a bank of clouds and by its
silver, uncertain light we struggled forward across the flat plain,
rather slowly now, for even the iron muscles of those bearers grew
tired. I could not see much of it, but I gathered that we were passing
through crops, very fine crops to judge by their height, as doubtless
they would be upon this lava soil; also once or twice we splashed
through streams.

At length, being tired and lulled by the swaying of the litter and by
the sound of a weird, low chant that the bearers had set up now that
they neared home and were afraid of no attack, I sank into a doze.
When I awoke again it was to find that the litter had halted and to
hear the voice of Billali say,

"Descend, White Lords, and come with your companions, the black
Warrior and the yellow man who is named Light-in-Darkness. She-who-
commands desires to see you at once before you eat and sleep, and must
not be kept waiting. Fear not for the others, they will be cared for
till you return."



                             CHAPTER XII

                           THE WHITE WITCH

I descended from the litter and told the others what the old fellow
had said. Robertson did not want to come, and indeed refused to do so
until I suggested to him that such conduct might prejudice a powerful
person against us. Umslopogaas was indifferent, putting, as he
remarked, no faith in a ruler who was a woman.

Only Hans, although he was so tired, acquiesced with some eagerness,
the fact being that his brain was more alert and that he had all the
curiosity of the monkey tribe which he so much resembled in
appearance, and wanted to see this queen whom Zikali revered.

In the end we started, conducted by Billali and by men who carried
torches whereof the light showed me that we were passing between
houses, or at any rate walls that had been those of houses, and along
what seemed to be a paved street.

Walking under what I took to be a great arch or portico, we came into
a court that was full of towering pillars but unroofed, for I could
see the stars above. At its end we entered a building of which the
doorway was hung with mats, to find that it was lighted with lamps and
that all down its length on either side guards with long spears stood
at intervals.

"Oh, Baas," said Hans hesitatingly, "this is the mouth of a trap,"
while Umslopogaas glared about him suspiciously, fingering the handle
of his great axe.

"Be silent," I answered. "All this mountain is a trap, therefore
another does not matter, and we have our pistols."

Walking forward between the double line of guards who stood immovable
as statues, we came to some curtains hung at the end of a long, narrow
hall which, although I know little of such things, were, I noted, made
of rich stuff embroidered in colours and with golden threads. Before
these curtains Billali motioned us to halt.

After a whispered colloquy with someone beyond carried on through the
join of the curtains, he vanished between them, leaving us alone for
five minutes or more. At length they opened and a tall and elegant
woman with an Arab cast of countenance and clad in white robes,
appeared and beckoned to us to enter. She did not speak or answer when
I spoke to her, which was not wonderful as afterwards I discovered
that she was a mute. We went in, I wondering very much what we were
going to see.

On the further side of the curtains was a room of no great size
illumined with lamps of which the light fell upon sculptured walls. It
looked to me as though it might once have been the inmost court or a
sanctuary of some temple, for at its head was a dais upon which once
perhaps had stood the shrine or statue of a god. On this dais there
was now a couch and on the couch--a goddess!

There she sat, straight and still, clothed in shining white and
veiled, but with her draperies so arranged that they emphasised rather
than concealed the wonderful elegance of her tall form. From beneath
the veil, which was such as a bride wears, appeared two plaits of
glossy, raven hair of great length, to the end of each of which was
suspended a single large pearl. On either side of her stood a tall
woman like to her who had led us through the curtains, and on his
knees in front, but to the right, knelt Billali.

About this seated personage there was an air of singular majesty, such
as might pervade a queen as fancy paints her, though she had a nobler
figure than any queen I ever saw depicted. Mystery seemed to flow from
her; it clothed her like the veil she wore, which of course heightened
the effect. Beauty flowed from her also; although it was shrouded I
knew that it was there, no veil or coverings could obscure it--at
least, to my imagination. Moreover she breathed out power also; one
felt it in the air as one feels a thunderstorm before it breaks, and
it seemed to me that this power was not quite human, that it drew its
strength from afar and dwelt a stranger to the earth.

To tell the truth, although my curiosity, always strong, was
enormously excited and though now I felt glad that I had attempted
this journey with all its perils, I was horribly afraid, so much
afraid that I should have liked to turn and run away. From the
beginning I knew myself to be in the presence of an unearthly being
clothed in soft and perfect woman's flesh, something alien, too, and
different from our human race.

What a picture it all made! There she sat, quiet and stately as a
perfect marble statue; only her breast, rising and falling beneath the
white robe, showed that she was alive and breathed as others do.
Another thing showed it also--her eyes. At first I could not see them
through the veil, but presently either because I grew accustomed to
the light, or because they brightened as those of certain animals have
power to do when they watch intently, it ceased to be a covering to
them. Distinctly I saw them now, large and dark and splendid with a
tinge of deep blue in the iris; alluring and yet awful in their
majestic aloofness which seemed to look through and beyond, to embrace
all without seeking and without effort. Those eyes were like windows
through which light flows from within, a light of the spirit.

I glanced round to see the effect of this vision upon my companions.
It was most peculiar. Hans had sunk to his knees; his hands were
joined in the attitude of prayer and his ugly little face reminded me
of that of a big fish out of water and dying from excess of air.
Robertson, startled out of his abstraction, stared at the royal-
looking woman on the couch with his mouth open.

"Man," he whispered, "I've got them back although I have touched
nothing for weeks, only this time they are lovely. For yon's no human
lady, I feel it in my bones."

Umslopogaas stood great and grim, his hands resting on the handle of
his tall axe; and he stared also, the blood pulsing against the skin
that covered the hole in his head.

"Watcher-by-Night," he said to me in his deep voice, but also speaking
in a whisper, "this chieftainess is not one woman, but all women.
Beneath those robes of hers I seem to see the beauty of one who has
'gone Beyond,' of the Lily who is lost to me. Do you not feel it thus,
Macumazahn?"

Now that he mentioned it, certainly I did; indeed, I had felt it all
along although amid the rush of sensations this one had scarcely
disentangled itself in my mind. I looked at the draped shape and saw--
well, never mind whom I saw; it was not one only but several in
sequence; also a woman who at that time I did not know although I came
to know her afterwards, too well, perhaps, or at any rate quite enough
to puzzle me. The odd thing was that in this hallucination the
personalities of these individuals seemed to overlap and merge, till
at last I began to wonder whether they were not parts of the same
entity or being, manifesting itself in sundry shapes, yet springing
from one centre, as different coloured rays flow from the same
crystal, while the beams from their source of light shift and change.
But the fancy is too metaphysical for my poor powers to express as
clearly as I would. Also no doubt it was but a hallucination that had
its origin, perhaps, in the mischievous brain of her who sat before
us.

At length she spoke and her voice sounded like silver bells heard over
water in a great calm. It was low and sweet, oh! so sweet that at its
first notes for a moment my senses seemed to swoon and my pulse to
stop. It was to me that she addressed herself.

"My servant here," and ever so slightly she turned her head towards
the kneeling Billali, "tells me that you who are named Watcher-in-the-
Night, understand the tongue in which I speak to you. Is it so?"

"I understand Arabic of a kind well enough, having learned it on the
East Coast and from Arabs in past years, but not such Arabic as you
use, O----" and I paused.

"Call me /Hiya/," she broke in, "which is my title here, meaning, as
you know, She, or Woman. Or if that does not please you, call me
Ayesha. It would rejoice me after so long to hear the name I bore
spoken by the lips of one of my colour and of gentle blood."

I blushed at the compliment so artfully conveyed, and repeated
stupidly enough,

"--Not such Arabic as you use, O--Ayesha."

"I thought that you would like the sound of the word better than that
of /Hiya/, though afterwards I will teach you to pronounce it as you
should, O--have you any other name save Watcher-by-Night, which seems
also to be a title?"

"Yes," I answered. "Allan."

"--O--Allan. Tell me of these," she went on quickly, indicating my
companions with a sweep of her slender hand, "for they do not speak
Arabic, I think. Or stay, I will tell you of them and you shall say if
I do so rightly. This one," and she nodded towards Robertson, "is a
man bemused. There comes from him a colour which I see if you cannot,
and that colour betokens a desire for revenge, though I think that in
his time he has desired other things also, as I remember men always
did from the beginning, to their ruin. Human nature does not change,
Allan, and wine and women are ancient snares. Enough of him for this
time. The little yellow one there is afraid of me, as are all of you.
That is woman's greatest power, although she is so weak and gentle,
men are still afraid of her just because they are so foolish that they
cannot understand her. To them after a million years she still remains
the Unknown and to us all the Unknown is also the awful. Do you
remember the proverb of the Romans that says it well and briefly?"

I nodded, for it was one of the Latin tags that my father had taught
me.

"Good. Well, he is a little wild man, is he not, nearer to the apes
from whose race our bodies come? But do you know that, Allan?"

I nodded again, and said,

"There are disputes upon the point, Ayesha."

"Yes, they had begun in my day and we will discuss them later. Still,
I say--nearer to the ape than you or I, and therefore of interest, as
the germ of things is always. Yet he has qualities, I think; cunning,
and fidelity and love which in its round is all in all. Do you
understand, Allan, that love is all in all?"

I answered warily that it depended upon what she meant by love, to
which she replied that she would explain afterwards when we had
leisure to talk, adding,

"What this little yellow monkey understands by it at least has served
you well, or so I believe. You shall tell me the tale of it some day.
Now of the last, this Black One. Here I think is a man indeed, a
warrior of warriors such as there used to be in the early world, if a
savage. Well, believe me, Allan, savages are often the best. Moreover,
all are still savage at heart, even you and I. For what is termed
culture is but coat upon coat of paint laid on to hide our native
colour, and often there is poison in the paint. That axe of his has
drunk deep, I think, though always in fair fight, and I say that it
shall drink deeper yet. Have I read these men aright, Allan?"

"Not so ill," I answered.

"I thought it," she said with a musical laugh, "although at this place
I rust and grow dull like an unused sword. Now you would rest. Go--all
of you. To-morrow you and I will talk alone. Fear nothing for your
safety; you are watched by my slaves and I watch my slaves. Until
to-morrow, then, farewell. Go now, eat and sleep, as alas we all must
do who linger on this ball of earth and cling to a life we should do
well to lose. Billali, lead them hence," and she waved her hand to
signify that the audience was ended.

At this sign Hans, who apparently was still much afraid, rose from his
knees and literally bolted through the curtains. Robertson followed
him. Umslopogaas stood a moment, drew himself up and lifting the great
axe, cried /Bayte/, after which he too turned and went.

"What does that word mean, Allan?" she asked.

I explained that it was the salutation which the Zulu people only give
to kings.

"Did I not say that savages are often the best?" she exclaimed in a
gratified voice. "The white man, your companion, gave me no salute,
but the Black One knows when he stands before a woman who is royal."

"He too is of royal blood in his own land," I said.

"If so, we are akin, Allan."

Then I bowed deeply to her in my best manner and rising from her couch
for the first time she stood up, looking very tall and commanding, and
bowed back.

After this I went to find the others on the further side of the
curtains, except Hans, who had run down the long narrow hall and
through the mats at its end. We followed, marching with dignity behind
Billali and between the double line of guards, who raised their spears
as we passed them, and on the further side of the mats discovered
Hans, still looking terrified.

"Baas," he said to me as we threaded our way through the court of
columns, "in my life I have seen all kinds of dreadful things and
faced them, but never have I been so much afraid as I am of that white
witch. Baas, I think that she is the devil of whom your reverend
father, the Predikant, used to talk so much, or perhaps his wife."

"If so, Hans," I answered, "the devil is not so black as he is
painted. But I advise you to be careful of what you say as she may
have long ears."

"It doesn't matter at all what one says, Baas, because she reads
thoughts before they pass the lips. I felt her doing it there in that
room. And do you be careful, Baas, or she will eat up your spirit and
make you fall in love with her, who, I expect, is very ugly indeed,
since otherwise she would not wear a veil. Whoever saw a pretty woman
tie up her head in a sack, Baas?"

"Perhaps she does this because she is so beautiful, Hans, that she
fears the hearts of men who look upon her would melt."

"Oh, no, Baas, all women want to melt men's hearts; the more the
better. They seem to have other things in their minds, but really they
think of nothing else until they are too old and ugly, and it takes
them a long while to be sure of that."

So Hans went on talking his shrewd nonsense till, following so far as
I could see, the same road as that by which we had come, we reached
our quarters, where we found food prepared for us, broiled goat's
flesh with corncakes and milk, I think it was; also beds for us two
white men covered with skin rugs and blankets woven of wool.

These quarters, I should explain, consisted of rooms in a house built
of stone of which the walls had once been painted. The roof of the
house was gone now, for we could see the stars shining above us, but
as the air was very soft in this sheltered plain, this was an
advantage rather than otherwise. The largest room was reserved for
Robertson and myself, while another at the back was given to
Umslopogaas and his Zulus, and a third to the two wounded men.

Billali showed us these arrangements by the light of lamps and
apologised that they were not better because, as he explained, the
place was a ruin and there had been no time to build us a house. He
added that we might sleep without fear as we were guarded and none
would dare to harm the guests of She-who-commands, on whom he was sure
we, or at any rate I and the black Warrior, had produced an excellent
impression. Then he bowed himself out, saying that he would return in
the morning, and left us to our own devices.

Robertson and I sat down on stools that had been set for us, and ate,
but he seemed so overcome by his experiences, or by his sombre
thoughts, that I could not draw him into conversation. All he remarked
was that we had fallen into queer company and that those who supped
with Satan needed a long spoon. Having delivered himself of this
sentiment he threw himself upon the bed, prayed aloud for a while as
had become his fashion, to be "protected from warlocks and witches,"
amongst other things, and went to sleep.

Before I turned in I visited Umslopogaas's room to see that all was
well with him and his people, and found him standing in the doorway
staring at the star-spangled sky.

"Greeting, Macumazahn," he said, "you who are white and wise and I am
black and a fighter have seen many strange things beneath the sun, but
never such a one as we have looked upon to-night. Who and what is that
chieftainess, Macumazahn?"

"I do not know," I said, "but it is worth while to have lived to see
her, even though she be veiled."

"Nor do I, Macumazahn. Nay, I do know, for my heart tells me that she
is the greatest of all witches and that you will do well to guard your
spirit lest she should steal it away. If she were not a witch, should
I have seemed to behold the shape of Nada the Lily who was the wife of
my youth, beneath those white robes of hers, and though the tongue in
which she spoke was strange to me, to hear the murmur of Nada's voice
between her lips, of Nada who has gone further from me than those
stars. It is good that you wear the Great Medicine of Zikali upon your
breast, Macumazahn, for perhaps it will shield you from harm at those
hands that are shaped of ivory."

"Zikali is another of the tribe," I answered, laughing, "although less
beautiful to see. Also I am not afraid of any of them, and from this
one, if she be more than some white woman whom it pleases to veil
herself, I shall hope to gather wisdom."

"Yes, Macumazahn, such wisdom as Spirits and the dead have to give."

"Mayhap, Umslopogaas, but we came here to seek Spirits and the dead,
did we not?"

"Aye," answered Umslopogaas, "these and war, and I think that we shall
find enough of all three. Only I hope that war will come the first,
lest the Spirits and the dead should bewitch me and take away my skill
and courage."

Then we parted, and too tired even to wonder any more, I threw myself
down on my bed and slept.



I was awakened when the sun was already high, by the sound of
Robertson, who was on his knees, praying aloud as usual, a habit of
his which I confess got on my nerves. Prayer, in my opinion, is a
private matter between man and his Creator, that is, except in church;
further, I did not in the least wish to hear all about Robertson's
sins, which seemed to have been many and peculiar. It is bad enough to
have to bear the burden of one's own transgressions without learning
of those of other people, that is, unless one is a priest and must do
so professionally. So I jumped up to escape and make arrangements for
a wash, only to butt into old Billali, who was standing in the doorway
contemplating Robertson with much interest and stroking his white
beard.

He greeted me with his courteous bow and said,

"Tell your companion, O Watcher, that it is not necessary for him to
go upon his knees to She-who-commands--and must be obeyed," he added
with emphasis, "when he is not in her presence, and that even then he
would do well to keep silent, since so much talking in a strange
tongue might trouble her."

I burst out laughing and answered,

"He does not go upon his knees and pray to She-who-commands, but to
the Great One who is in the sky."

"Indeed, Watcher. Well, here we only know a Great One who is upon the
earth, though it is true that perhaps she visits the skies sometimes."

"Is it so, Billali?" I answered incredulously. "And now, I would ask
you to take me to some place where I can bathe."

"It is ready," he replied. "Come."

So I called to Hans, who was hanging about with a rifle on his arm, to
follow with a cloth and soap, of which fortunately we had a couple of
pieces left, and we started along what had once been a paved roadway
running between stone houses, whereof the time-eaten ruins still
remained on either side.

"Who and what is this Queen of yours, Billali?" I asked as we went.
"Surely she is not of the Amahagger blood."

"Ask it of herself, O Watcher, for I cannot tell you. All I know is
that I can trace my own family for ten generations and that my tenth
forefather told his son on his deathbed, for the saying has come down
through his descendants--that when he was young She-who-commands had
ruled the land for more scores of years than he could count months of
life."

I stopped and stared at him, since the lie was so amazing that it
seemed to deprive me of the power of motion. Noting my very obvious
disbelief he continued blandly,

"If you doubt, ask. And now here is where you may bathe."

Then he led me through an arched doorway and down a wrecked passage to
what very obviously once had been a splendid bath-house such as some I
have seen pictures of that were built by the Romans. Its size was that
of a large room; it was constructed of a kind of marble with a sloping
bottom that varied from three to seven feet in depth, and water still
ran in and out of it through large glazed pipes. Moreover round it was
a footway about five feet across, from which opened chambers, unroofed
now, that the bathers used as dressing-rooms, while between these
chambers stood the remains of statues. One at the end indeed, where an
alcove had protected it from sun and weather, was still quite perfect,
except for the outstretched arms which were gone (the right hand I
noticed lying at the bottom of the bath). It was that of a nude young
woman in the attitude of diving, a very beautiful bit of work, I
thought, though of course I am no judge of sculpture. Even the smile
mingled with trepidation upon the girl's face was most naturally
portrayed.

This statue showed two things, that the bath was used by females and
that the people who built it were highly civilised, also that they
belonged to an advanced if somewhat Eastern race, since the girl's
nose was, if anything, Semitic in character, and her lips, though
prettily shaped, were full. For the rest, the basin was so clean that
I presume it must have been made ready for me or other recent bathers,
and at its bottom I discovered gratings and broken pipes of
earthenware which suggested that in the old days the water could be
warmed by means of a furnace.

This relic of a long-past civilisation excited Hans even more than it
did myself, since having never seen anything of the sort, he thought
it so strange that, as he informed me, he imagined that it must have
been built by witchcraft. In it I had a most delightful and much-
needed bath. Even Hans was persuaded to follow my example--a thing I
had rarely known him to do before--and seated in its shallowest part,
splashed some water over his yellow, wrinkled anatomy. Then we
returned to our house, where I found an excellent breakfast had been
provided which was brought to us by tall, silent, handsome women who
surveyed us out of the corners of their eyes, but said nothing.

Shortly after I had finished my meal, Billali, who had disappeared,
came back again and said that She-who-commands desired my presence as
she would speak with me; also that I must come alone. So, after
attending to the wounded, who both seemed to be getting on well, I
went, followed by Hans armed with his rifle, though I only carried my
revolver. Robertson wished to accompany me, as he did not seem to care
about being left alone with the Zulus in that strange place, but this
Billali would not allow. Indeed, when he persisted, two great men
stepped forward and crossed their spears before him in a somewhat
threatening fashion. Then at my entreaty, for I feared lest trouble
should arise, he gave in and returned to the house.

Following our path of the night before, we walked up a ruined street
which I could see was only one of scores in what had once been a very
great city, until we came to the archway that I have mentioned, a
large one now overgrown with plants that from their yellow, sweet-
scented bloom I judged to be a species of wallflower, also with a kind
of houseleek or saxifrage.

Here Hans was stopped by guards, Billali explaining to me that he must
await my return, an order which he obeyed unwillingly enough. Then I
went on down the narrow passage, lined as before by guards who stood
silent as statues, and came to the curtains at the end. Before these
at a motion from Billali, who did not seem to dare to speak in this
place, I stood still and waited.



                             CHAPTER XIII

                      ALLAN HEARS A STRANGE TALE

For some minutes I remained before those curtains until, had it not
been for something electric in the air which got into my bones, a kind
of force that, perhaps in my fancy only, seemed to pervade the place,
I should certainly have grown bored. Indeed I was about to ask my
companion why he did not announce our arrival instead of standing
there like a stuck pig with his eyes shut as though in prayer or
meditation, when the curtains parted and from between them appeared
one of those tall waiting women whom we had seen on the previous
night. She contemplated us gravely for a few moments, then moved her
hand twice, once forward, towards Billali as a signal to him to
retire, which he did with great rapidity, and next in a beckoning
fashion towards myself to invite me to follow her.

I obeyed, passing between the thick curtains which she fastened in
some way behind me, and found myself in the same roofed and sculptured
room that I have already described. Only now there were no lamps, such
light as penetrated it coming from an opening above that I could not
see, and falling upon the dais at its head, also on her who sat upon
the dais.

Yes, there she was in her white robes and veil, the point and centre
of a little lake of light, a wondrous and in a sense a spiritual
vision, for in truth there was something about her which was not of
the world, something that drew and yet frightened me. Still as a
statue she sat, like one to whom time is of no account and who has
grown weary of motion, and on either side of her yet more still, like
caryatides supporting a shrine, stood two of the stately women who
were her attendants.

For the rest a sweet and subtle odour pervaded the chamber which took
hold of my senses as /hasheesh/ might do, which I was sure proceeded
from her, or from her garments, for I could see no perfumes burning.
She spoke no word, yet I knew she was inviting me to come nearer and
moved forward till I reached a curious carved chair that was placed
just beneath the dais, and there halted, not liking to sit down
without permission.

For a long while she contemplated me, for as before I could feel her
eyes searching me from head to foot and as it were looking through me
as though she would discover my very soul. Then at length she moved,
waving those two ivory arms of hers outwards with a kind of swimming
stroke, whereon the women to right and left of her turned and glided
away, I know not whither.

"Sit, Allan," she said, "and let us talk, for I think we have much to
say to each other. Have you slept well? And eaten?--though I fear that
the food is but rough. Also was the bath made ready for you?"

"Yes, Ayesha," I answered to all three questions, adding, for I knew
not what to say, "It seems to be a very ancient bath."

"When I last saw it," she replied, "it was well enough with statues
standing round it worked by a sculptor who had seen beauty in his
dreams. But in two thousand years--or is it more?--the tooth of Time
bites deep, and doubtless like all else in this dead place it is now a
ruin."

I coughed to cover up the exclamation of disbelief that rose to my
lips and remarked blandly that two thousand years was certainly a long
time.

"When you say one thing, Allan, and mean another, your Arabic is even
more vile than usual and does not serve to cloak your thought."

"It may be so, Ayesha, for I only know that tongue as I do many other
of the dialects of Africa by learning it from common men. My own
speech is English, in which, if you are acquainted with it, I should
prefer to talk."

"I know not English, which doubtless is some language that has arisen
since I left the world. Perhaps later you shall teach it to me. I tell
you, you anger me whom it is not well to anger, because you believe
nothing that passes my lips and yet do not dare to say so."

"How can I believe one, Ayesha, who if I understand aright, speaks of
having seen a certain bath two thousand years ago, whereas one hundred
years are the full days of man? Forgive me therefore if I cannot
believe what I know to be untrue."

Now I thought that she would be very angry and was sorry that I had
spoken. But as it happened she was not.

"You must have courage to give me the lie so boldly--and I like
courage," she said, "who have been cringed to for so long. Indeed, I
know that you are brave, who have heard how you bore yourself in the
fight yesterday, and much else about you. I think that we shall be
friends, but--seek no more."

"What else should I seek, Ayesha?" I asked innocently.

"Now you are lying again," she said, "who know well that no man who is
a man sees a woman who is beautiful and pleases him, without wondering
whether, should he desire it, she could come to love him, that is, if
she be young."

"Which at least is not possible if she has lived two thousand years.
Then naturally she would prefer to wear a veil," I said boldly,
seeking to avoid the argument into which I saw she wished to drag me.

"Ah!" she answered, "the little yellow man who is named Light-in-
Darkness put that thought into your heart, I think. Oh, do not trouble
as to how I know it, who have many spies here, as he guessed well
enough. So a woman who has lived two thousand years must be hideous
and wrinkled, must she? The stamp of youth and loveliness must long
have fled from her; of that you, the wise man, are sure. Very well.
Now you tempt me to do what I had determined I would not do and you
shall pluck the fruit of that tree of curiosity which grows so fast
within you. Look, Allan, and say whether I am old and hideous, even
though I have lived two thousand years upon the earth and mayhap many
more."

Then she lifted her hands and did something to her veil, so that for a
moment--only one moment--her face was revealed, after which the veil
fell into its place.

I looked, I saw, and if that chair had lacked a back I believe that I
should have fallen out of it to the ground. As for what I saw--well,
it cannot be described, at any rate by me, except perhaps as a flash
of glory.

Every man has dreamed of perfect beauty, basing his ideas of it
perhaps on that of some woman he has met who chanced to take his
fancy, with a few accessories from splendid pictures or Greek statues
thrown in, /plus/ a garnishment of the imagination. At any rate I
have, and here was that perfect beauty multiplied by ten, such beauty,
that at the sight of it the senses reeled. And yet I repeat that it is
not to be described.

I do not know what the nose or the lips were like; in fact, all that I
can remember with distinctness is the splendour of the eyes, of which
I had caught some hint through her veil on the previous night. Oh,
they were wondrous, those eyes, but I cannot tell their colour save
that the groundwork of them was black. Moreover they seemed to be more
than eyes as we understand them. They were indeed windows of the soul,
out of which looked thought and majesty and infinite wisdom, mixed
with all the allurements and the mystery that we are accustomed to see
or to imagine in woman.

Here let me say something at once. If this marvellous creature
expected that the revelation of her splendour was going to make me her
slave; to cause me to fall in love with her, as it is called, well,
she must have been disappointed, for it had no such effect. It
frightened and in a sense humbled me, that is all, for I felt myself
to be in the presence of something that was not human, something alien
to me as a man, which I could fear and even adore as humanity would
adore that which is Divine, but with which I had no desire to mix.
Moreover, was it divine, or was it something very different? I did not
know, I only knew that it was not for me; as soon should I have
thought of asking for a star to set within my lantern.

I think that she felt this, felt that her stroke had missed, as the
French say, that is if she meant to strike at all at this moment. Of
this I am not certain, for it was in a changed voice, one with a
suspicion of chill in it that she said with a little laugh,

"Do you admit now, Allan, that a woman may be old and still remain
fair and unwrinkled?"

"I admit," I answered, although I was trembling so much that I could
hardly speak with steadiness, "that a woman may be splendid and lovely
beyond anything that the mind of man can conceive, whatever her age,
of which I know nothing. I would add this, Ayesha, that I thank you
very much for having revealed to me the glory that is hid beneath your
veil."

"Why?" she asked, and I thought that I detected curiosity in her
question.

"For this reason, Ayesha. Now there is no fear of my troubling you in
such a fashion as you seemed to dread a little while ago. As soon
would a man desire to court the moon sailing in her silver loveliness
through heaven."

"The moon! It is strange that you should compare me to the moon," she
said musingly. "Do you know that the moon was a great goddess in Old
Egypt and that her name was Isis and--well, once I had to do with
Isis? Perhaps you were there and knew it, since more lives than one
are given to most of us. I must search and learn. For the rest, all
have not thought as you do, Allan. Many, on the contrary, love and
seek to win the Divine."

"So do I at a distance, Ayesha, but to come too near to it I do not
aspire. If I did perhaps I might be consumed."

"You have wisdom," she replied, not without a note of admiration in
her voice. "The moths are few that fear the flame, but those are the
moths which live. Also I think that you have scorched your wings
before and learned that fire hurts. Indeed, now I remember that I have
heard of three such fires of love through which you have flown, Allan,
though all of them are dead ashes now, or shine elsewhere. Two burned
in your youth when a certain lady died to save you, a great woman
that, is it not so? And the third, ah! she was fire indeed, though of
a copper hue. What was her name? I cannot remember, but I think it had
something to do with the wind, yes, with the wind when it wails."

I stared at her. Was this Mameena myth to be dug up again in a secret
place in the heart of Africa? And how the deuce did she know anything
about Mameena? Could she have been questioning Hans or Umslopogaas?
No, it was not possible, for she had never seen them out of my
presence.

"Perhaps," she went on in a mocking voice, "perhaps once again you
disbelieve, Allan, whose cynic mind is so hard to open to new truths.
Well, shall I show you the faces of these three? I can," and she waved
her hand towards some object that stood on a tripod to the right of
her in the shadow--it looked like a crystal basin. "But what would it
serve when you who know them so well, believed that I drew their
pictures out of your own soul? Also perchance but one face would
appear and that one strange to you. [Lady Ragnall perhaps?--JB]

"Have you heard, Allan, that among the wise some hold that not all of
us is visible at once here on earth within the same house of flesh;
that the whole self in its home above, separates itself into sundry
parts, each of which walks the earth in different form, a segment of
life's circle that can never be dissolved and must unite again at
last?"

I shook my head blankly, for I had never heard anything of the sort.

"You have still much to learn, Allan, although doubtless there are
some who think you wise," she went on in the same mocking voice.
"Well, I hold that this doctrine is built upon a rock of truth; also,"
she added after studying me for a minute, "that in your case these
three women do not complete that circle. I think there is a fourth who
as yet is strange to you in this life, though you have known her well
enough in others."

I groaned, imagining that she alluded to herself, which was foolish of
me, for at once she read my mind and went on with a rather acid little
laugh,

"No, no, not the humble slave who sits before you, whom, as you have
told me, it would please you to reject as unworthy were she brought to
you in offering, as in the old days was done at the courts of the
great kings of the East. O fool, fool! who hold yourself so strong and
do not know that if I chose, before yon shadow had moved a finger's
breadth, I could bring you to my feet, praying that you might be
suffered to kiss my robe, yes, just the border of my robe."

"Then I beg of you not to choose, Ayesha, since I think that when
there is work to be done by both of us, we shall find more comfort
side by side than if I were on the ground seeking to kiss a garment
that doubtless then it would delight you to snatch away."

At these words her whole attitude seemed to change. I could see her
lovely shape brace itself up, as it were, beneath her robes and felt
in some way that her mind had also changed; that it had rid itself of
mockery and woman's pique and like a shifting searchlight, was
directed upon some new objective.

"Work to be done," she repeated after me in a new voice. "Yes, I thank
you who bring it to my mind, since the hours pass and that work
presses. Also I think there is a bargain to be made between us who are
both of the blood that keeps bargains, even if they be not written on
a roll and signed and sealed. Why do you come to me and what do you
seek of me, Allan, Watcher-in-the-Night? Say it and truthfully, for
though I may laugh at lies and pass them by when they have to do with
the eternal sword-play which Nature decrees between man and woman,
until these break apart or, casting down the swords, seek arms in
which they agree too well, when they have to do with policy and high
purpose and ambition's ends, why then I avenge them upon the liar."

Now I hesitated, as what I had to tell her seemed so foolish, indeed
so insane, while she waited patiently as though to give me time to
shape my thoughts. Speaking at last because I must, I said,

"I come to ask you, Ayesha, to show me the dead, if the dead still
live elsewhere."

"And who told you, Allan, that I could show you the dead, if they are
not truly dead? There is but one, I think, and if you are his
messenger, show me his token. Without it we do not speak together of
this business."

"What token?" I asked innocently, though I guessed her meaning well
enough.

She searched me with her great eyes, for I felt, and indeed saw them
on me through the veil, then answered,

"I think--nay, let me be sure," and half rising from the couch, she
bent her heard over the tripod that I have described, and stared into
what seemed to be a crystal bowl. "If I read aright," she said,
straightening herself presently, "it is a hideous thing enough, the
carving of an abortion of a man such as no woman would care to look on
lest her babe should bear its stamp. It is a charmed thing also that
has virtues for him who wears it, especially for you, Allan, since
something tells me that it is dyed with the blood of one who loved
you. If you have it, let it be revealed, since without it I do not
talk with you of these dead you seek."

Now I drew Zikali's talisman from its hiding-place and held it towards
her.

"Give it to me," she said.

I was about to obey when something seemed to warn me not to do so.

"Nay," I answered, "he who lent me this carving for a while, charged
me that except in emergency and to save others, I must wear it night
and day till I returned it to his hand, saying that if I parted from
it fortune would desert me. I believe none of this talk and tried to
be rid of it, whereon death drew near to me from a snake, such a snake
as I see you wear about you, which doubtless also has poison in its
fangs, if of another sort, Ayesha."

"Draw near," she said, "and let me look. Man, be not afraid."

So I rose from my chair and knelt before her, hoping secretly that no
one would see me in that ridiculous position, which the most
unsuspicious might misinterpret. I admit, however, that it proved to
have compensations, since even through the veil I saw her marvellous
eyes better than I had done before, and something of the pure outline
of her classic face; also the fragrance of her hair was wonderful.

She took the talisman in her hand and examined it closely.

"I have heard of this charm and it is true that the thing has power,"
she said, "for I can feel it running through my veins, also that it is
a shield of defence to him who wears it. Yes, and now I understand
what perplexed me somewhat, namely, how it came about that when you
vexed me into unveiling--but let that matter be. The wisdom was not
your own, but another's, that is all. Yes, the wisdom of one whose
years have borne him beyond the shafts that fly from woman's eyes, the
ruinous shafts which bring men down to doom and nothingness. Tell me,
Allan, is this the likeness of him who gave it to you?"

"Yes, Ayesha, the very picture, as I think, carved by himself, though
he said that it is ancient, and others tell that it has been known in
the land for centuries."

"So perchance has he," she answered drily, "since some of our company
live long. Now tell me this wizard's names. Nay, wait awhile for I
would prove that indeed you are his messenger with whom I may talk
about the dead, and other things, Allan. You can read Arabic, can you
not?"

"A little," I answered.

Then from a stool at her side she took paper, or rather papyrus and a
reed pen, and on her knee wrote something on the sheet which she gave
to me folded up.

"Now tell me the names," she said, "and then let us see if they tally
with what I have written, for if so you are a true man, not a mere
wanderer or a spy."

"The principal names of this doctor are Zikali, the Opener-of-Roads,
the '/Thing-that-should-never-have-been-born/,'" I answered.

"Read the writing, Allan," she said.

I unfolded the sheet and read Arabic words which meant, "Weapons,
Cleaver-of-Rocks, One-at-whom-dogs-bark-and-children-wail."

"The last two are near enough," she said, "but the first is wrong."

"Nay, Ayesha, since in this man's tongue the word 'Zikali' means
'Weapons'"; intelligence at which she clapped her hands as a merry
girl might do. "The man," I went on, "is without doubt a great doctor,
one who sees and knows things that others do not, but I do not
understand why this token carved in his likeness should have power, as
you say it has."

"Because with it goes his spirit, Allan. Have you never heard of the
Egyptians, a very wise people who, as I remember, declared that man
has a /Ka/ or Double, a second self, that can either dwell in his
statue or be sent afar?"

I answered that I had heard this.

"Well the /Ka/ of this Zikali goes with that hideous image of him,
which is perhaps why you have come safe through many dangers and why
also I seemed to dream so much of him last night. Tell me now, what
does Zikali want of me whose power he knows very well?"

"An oracle, the answer to a riddle, Ayesha."

"Then set it out another time. So you decide to see the dead, and this
old dwarf, who is a home of wisdom, desires an oracle from one who is
greater than he. Good. And what are you, or both of you, prepared to
pay for these boons? Know, Allan, that I am a merchant who sells my
favours dear. Tell me then, will you pay?"

"I think that it depends upon the price," I answered cautiously. "Set
out the price, Ayesha."

"Be not afraid, O cunning dealer," she mocked. "I do not ask your soul
or even that love of yours which you guard so jealously, since these
things I could take without the asking. Nay, I ask only what a brave
and honest man may give without shame: your help in war, and perhaps,"
she added with a softer tone, "your friendship. I think, Allan, that I
like you well, perhaps because you remind me of another whom I knew
long ago."

I bowed at the compliment, feeling proud and pleased at the prospect
of a friendship with this wonderful and splendid creature, although I
was aware that it had many dangers. Then I sat still and waited. She
also waited, brooding.

"Listen," she said after a while, "I will tell you a story and when
you have heard it you shall answer, even if you do not believe it, but
not before. Does it please you to listen to something of the tale of
my life which I am moved to tell you, that you may know with whom you
have to deal?"

Again I bowed, thinking to myself that I knew nothing that would
please me more, who was eaten up with a devouring curiosity about this
woman.

Now she rose from her couch and descending off the dais, began to walk
up and down the chamber. I say, to walk, but her movements were more
like the gliding of an eagle through the air or the motion of a swan
upon still water, so smooth were they and gracious. As she walked she
spoke in a low and thrilling voice.

"Listen," she said again, "and even if my story seems marvellous to
you, interrupt, and above all, mock me not, lest I should grow angry,
which might be ill for you. I am not as other women are, O Allan, who
having conquered the secrets of Nature," here I felt an intense desire
to ask what secrets, but remembered and held my tongue, "to my sorrow
have preserved my youth and beauty through many ages. Moreover in the
past, perhaps in payment for my sins, I have lived other lives of
which some memory remains with me.

"By my last birth I am an Arab lady of royal blood, a descendant of
the Kings of the East. There I dwelt in the wilderness and ruled a
people, and at night I gathered wisdom from the stars and the spirits
of the earth and air. At length I wearied of it all and my people too
wearied of me and besought me to depart, for, Allan, I would have
naught to do with men, yet men went mad because of my beauty and slew
each other out of jealousy. Moreover other peoples made war upon my
people, hoping to take me captive that I might be a wife to their
kings. So I left them, and being furnished with great wealth in
hoarded gold and jewels, together with a certain holy man, my master,
I wandered through the world, studying the nations and their worships.
At Jerusalem I tarried and learned of Jehovah who is, or was, its God.

"At Paphos in the Isle of Chitim I dwelt a while till the folk of that
city thought that I was Aphrodite returned to earth and sought to
worship me. For this reason and because I made a mock of Aphrodite, I,
who, as I have said, would have naught to do with men, she through her
priests cursed me, saying that her yoke should lie more heavily upon
my neck from age to age than on that of any woman who had breathed
beneath the sun.

"It was a wondrous scene," she added reflectively, "that of the
cursing, since for every word I gave back two. Moreover I told the
hoary villain of a high-priest to make report to his goddess that long
after she was dead in the world, I would live on, for the spirit of
prophecy was on me in that hour. Yet the curse fell in its season,
since in her day, doubt it or not, Aphrodite had strength, as indeed
under other names she has and will have while the world endures, and
for aught I know, beyond it. Do they worship her now in any land,
Allan?"

"No, only her statues because of their beauty, though Love is always
worshipped."

"Yes, who can testify to that better than you yourself, Allan, if he
who is called Zikali tells me the truth concerning you in the dreams
he sends? As for the statues, I saw some of them as they left the
master's hand in Greece, and when I told him that he might have found
a better model, once I was that model. If this marble still endures,
it must be the most famous of them all, though perchance Aphrodite has
shattered it in her jealous rage. You shall tell me of these statues
afterwards; mine had a mark on the left shoulder like to a mole, but
the stone was imperfect, not my flesh, as I can prove if you should
wish."

Thinking it better not to enter on a discussion as to Ayesha's
shoulder, I remained silent and she went on.

"I dwelt in Egypt also, and there, to be rid of men who wearied me
with their sighs and importunities, also to acquire more wisdom of
which she was the mistress, I entered the service of the goddess Isis,
Queen of Heaven, vowing to remain virgin for ever. Soon I became her
high-priestess and in her most sacred shrines upon the Nile, I
communed with the goddess and shared her power, since from me her
daughter, she withheld none of her secrets. So it came about that
though Pharaohs held the sceptre, it was I who ruled Egypt and brought
it and Sidon to their fall, it matters not how or why, as it was fated
that I must do. Yes, kings would come to seek counsel from me where I
sat throned, dressed in the garb of Isis and breathing out her power.
Yet, my task accomplished, of it all I grew weary, as men will surely
do of the heavens that they preach, should they chance to find them."

I wondered what this "task" might be, but only asked, "Why?"

"Because in their pictured heaven all things lie to their hands and
man, being man, cannot be happy without struggle, and woman, being
woman, without victory over others. What is cheaply bought, or given,
has no value, Allan; to be enjoyed, it must first be won. But I bade
you not to break my thought."

I asked pardon and she went on,

"Then it was that the shadow of the curse of Aphrodite fell upon me,
yes, and of the curse of Isis also, so that these twin maledictions
have made me what I am, a lost soul dwelling in the wilderness waiting
the fulfilment of a fate whereof I know not the end. For though I have
all wisdom, all knowledge of the Past and much power together with the
gift of life and beauty, the future is as dark to me as night without
its moon and stars.

"Hearken, this chanced to me. Though it be to my shame I tell it you
that all may be clear. At a temple of Isis on the Nile where I ruled,
there was a certain priest, a Greek by birth, vowed like myself to the
service of the goddess and therefore to wed none but her, the goddess
herself--that is, in the spirit. He was named Kallikrates, a man of
courage and of beauty, such an one as those Greeks carved in the
statues of their god Apollo. Never, I think, was a man more beautiful
in face and form, though in soul he was not great, as often happens to
men who have all else, and well-nigh always happens to women, save
myself and perhaps one or two others that history tells of, doubtless
magnifying their fabled charms.

"The Pharaoh of that day, the last of the native blood, him whom the
Persians drove to doom, had a daughter, the Princess of Egypt,
Amenartas by name, a fair woman in her fashion, though somewhat
swarthy. In her youth this Amenartas became enamoured of Kallikrates
and he of her, when he was a captain of the Grecian Mercenaries at
Pharaoh's Court. Indeed, she brought blood upon his hands because of
her, wherefore he fled to Isis for forgiveness and for peace. Thither
in after time she followed him and again urged her love.

"Learning of the thing and knowing it for sacrilege, I summoned this
priest and warned him of his danger and of the doom which awaited him
should he continue in that path. He grew affrighted. He flung himself
upon the ground before me with groans and supplications, and kissing
my feet, vowed most falsely to me that his dealings with the royal
Amenartas were but a veil and that it was I whom he worshipped. His
unhallowed words filled me with horror and sternly I bade him begone
and do penance for his crime, saying that I would pray the goddess on
behalf of him.

"He went, leaving me alone lost in thought in the darkening shrine.
Then sleep fell on me and in my sleep I dreamed a dream, or saw a
vision. For suddenly there stood before me a woman beauteous as myself
clad in nothing save a golden girdle and a veil of gossamer.

"'O Ayesha,' she said in a honeyed voice, 'priestess of Isis of the
Egyptians, sworn to the barren worship of Isis and fed on the ashes of
her unprofitable wisdom, know that I am Aphrodite of the Greeks whom
many times thou hast mocked and defied, and Queen of the breathing
world, as Isis is Queen of the world that is dead. Now because thou
didst despise me and pour contempt upon my name, I smite thee with my
strength and lay a curse upon thee. It is that thou shalt love and
desire this man who but now hath kissed thy feet, ever longing till
the world's end to kiss his lips in payment, although thou art as far
above him as the moon thou servest is above the Nile. Think not that
thou shalt escape my doom, for know that however strong the spirit,
here upon the earth the flesh is stronger still and of all flesh I am
the queen.'

"Then she laughed softly and smiting me across the eyes with a lock of
her scented hair, was gone.

"Allan, I awoke from my sleep and a great trouble fell upon me, for I
who had never loved before now was rent with a rage of love and for
this man who till that moment had been naught to me but as some
beauteous image of gold and ivory. I longed for him, my heart was
racked with jealousy because of the Egyptian who favoured him, an
eating flame possessed my breast. I grew mad. There in the shrine of
Isis the divine I cast myself upon my knees and cried to Aphrodite to
return and give me him I sought, for whose sake I would renounce all
else, even if I must pour my wisdom into a beauteous, empty cup. Yes,
thus I prayed and lay upon the ground and wept until, outworn, once
more sleep fell upon me.

"Now in the darkness of the holy place once more there came a dream or
vision, since before me in her glory stood the goddess Isis crowned
with the crescent of the young moon and holding in her hand the
jewelled /sistrum/ that is her symbol, from which came music like to
the melody of distant bells. She gazed at me and in her great eyes
were scorn and anger.

"'O Ayesha, Daughter of Wisdom,' she said in a solemn voice, 'whom I,
Isis, had come to look upon rather as a child than a servant, since in
none other of my priestesses was such greatness to be found, and whom
in a day to be I had purposed to raise to the very steps of my
heavenly throne, thou hast broken thine oath and, forsaking me, hast
worshipped false Aphrodite of the Greeks who is mine enemy. Yea, in
the eternal war between the spirit and the flesh, thou hast chosen the
part of flesh. Therefore I hate thee and add my doom to that which
Aphrodite laid upon thee, which, hadst thou prayed to me and not to
her, I would have lifted from thy heart.

"'Hearken! The Grecian whom thou hast chosen, by Aphrodite's will,
thou shalt love as the Pathian said. More, thy love shall bring his
blood upon thy hands, nor mayest thou follow him to the grave. For I
will show thee the Source of Life and thou shalt drink of it to make
thyself more fair even than thou art and thus outpace thy rival, and
when thy lover is dead, in a desolate place thou shalt wait in grief
and solitude till he is born again and find thee there.

"'Yet shall this be but the beginning of thy sorrows, since through
all time thou shalt pursue thy fate till at length thou canst draw up
this man to the height on which thine own soul stands by the ropes of
love and loss and suffering. Moreover through it all thou shalt
despise thyself, which is man's and woman's hardest lot, thou who
having the rare feast of spirit spread out before thee, hast chosen to
fill thyself from the troughs of flesh.'

"Then, Allan, in my dream I made a proud answer to the goddess,
saying, 'Hear me, mighty mistress of many Forms who dost appear in all
that lives! An evil fate has fallen upon me, but was it I who chose
that fate? Can the leaf contend against the driving gale? Can the
falling stone turn upwards to the sky, or when Nature draws it, can
the tide cease to flow? A goddess whom I have offended, that goddess
whose strength causes the whole world to be, has laid her curse upon
me and because I have bent before the storm, as bend I must, or break,
another goddess whom I serve, thou thyself, Mother Isis, hast added to
the curse. Where then is Justice, O Lady of the Moon?'

"'Not here, Woman,' she answered. 'Yet far away Justice lives and
shall be won at last and mayhap because thou art so proud and high-
stomached, it is laid upon thee to seek her blinded eyes through many
an age. Yet at last I think thou shalt set thy sins against her
weights and find the balance even. Therefore cease from questioning
the high decrees of destiny which thou canst not understand and be
content to suffer, remembering that all joy grows from the root of
pain. Moreover, know this for thy comfort, that the wisdom which thou
hast shall grow and gather on thee and with it thy beauty and thy
power; also that at the last thou shalt look upon my face again, in
token whereof I leave to thee my symbol, the /sistrum/ that I bear,
and with it this command. Follow that false priest of mine wherever he
may go and avenge me upon him, and if thou lose him there, wait while
the generations pass till he return again. Such and no other is thy
destiny.'

"Allan, the vision faded and when I awoke the lights of dawn played
upon the image of the goddess in the sanctuary. They played, moreover,
upon the holy jewelled thing that in my dream her hand had held, the
/sistrum/ of her worship, shaped like the loop of life, the magic
symbol that she had vowed to me, wherewith goes her power, which
henceforth was mine.

"I took it and followed after the priest Kallikrates, to whom
thenceforward I was bound by passion's ties that are stronger than all
the goddesses in this wide universe."

Here I, Allan, could contain myself no longer and asked, "What for?"
then, fearing her wrath, wished that I had been silent.

But she was not angry, perhaps because this tale of her interviews
with goddesses, doubtless fabled, had made her humble, for she
answered quietly,

"By Aphrodite, or by Isis, or both of them I did not know. All I knew
was that I /must/ seek him, then and evermore, as seek I do to-day and
shall perchance through ons yet unborn. So I followed, as I was
taught and commanded, the /sistrum/ being my guide, how it matters
not, and giving me the means, and so at last I came to this ancient
land whereof the ruin in which you sit was once known as Kr."



                             CHAPTER XIV

                       ALLAN MISSES OPPORTUNITY

All the while that she was talking thus the Lady or the Queen or the
Witch-woman, Ayesha, had been walking up and down the place from the
curtains to the foot of the dais, sweeping me with her scented robes
as she passed to and fro, and as she walked she waved her arms as an
orator might do to emphasise the more moving passages of her tale. Now
at the end of it, or what I took to be the end, she stepped on to the
dais and sank upon the couch as if exhausted, though I think her
spirit was weary rather than her body.

Here she sat awhile, brooding, her chin resting on her hand, then
suddenly looked up and fixing her glance upon me--for I could see the
flash of it through her thin veil--said,

"What think you of this story, Allan? Do you believe it and have you
ever heard its like?"

"/Never/," I answered with emphasis, "and of course I believe every
word. Only there are one or two questions that with your leave I would
wish to ask, Ayesha."

"By which you mean, Allan, that you believe nothing, being by nature
without faith and doubtful of all that you cannot see and touch and
handle. Well, perhaps you are wise, since what I have told you is not
all the truth. For example, it comes back to me now that it was not in
the temple on the Nile, or indeed upon the Earth, that I saw the
vision of Aphrodite and of Isis, but elsewhere; also that it was here
in Kr that I was first consumed by passion for Kallikrates whom
hitherto I had scorned. In two thousand years one forgets much, Allan.
Out with your questions and I will answer them, unless they be too
long."

"Ayesha," I said humbly, reflecting to myself that my questions would,
at any rate, be shorter than her varying tale, "even I who am not
learned have heard of these goddesses of whom you speak, of the
Grecian Aphrodite who rose from the sea upon the shores of Cyprus and
dwelt at Paphos and elsewhere----"

"Yes, doubtless like most men you have heard of her and perchance also
have been struck across the eyes with her hair, like your betters
before you," she interrupted with sarcasm.

"----Also," I went on, avoiding argument, "I have heard of Isis of the
Egyptians, Lady of the Moon, Mother of Mysteries, Spouse of Osiris
whose child was Horus the Avenger."

"Aye, and I think will hear more of her before you have done, Allan,
for now something comes back to me concerning you and her and another.
I am not the only one who has broken the oaths of Isis and received
her curse, Allan, as /you/ may find out in the days to come. But what
of these heavenly queens?"

"Only this, Ayesha; I have been taught that they were but phantasms
fabled by men with many another false divinity, and could have sworn
that this was true. And yet you talk of them as real and living, which
perplexes me."

"Being dull of understanding doubtless it perplexes you, Allan. Yet if
you had imagination you might understand that these goddesses are
great Principles of Nature; Isis, of throned Wisdom and strait virtue,
and Aphrodite, of Love, as it is known to men and women who, being
human, have it laid upon them that they must hand on the torch of Life
in their little hour. Also you would know that such Principles can
seem to take shape and form and at certain ages of the world appear to
their servants visible in majesty, though perchance to-day others with
changed names wield their sceptres and work their will. Now you are
answered on this matter. So to the next."

Privately I did not feel as though I were answered at all and I was
sure that I know nothing of the kind she indicated, but thinking it
best to leave the subject, I went on,

"If I understood rightly, Ayesha, the events which you have been
pleased first to describe to me, and then to qualify or contradict,
took place when the Pharaohs reigned. Now no Pharaoh has sat upon the
throne of Egypt for near two thousand years, for the last was a
Grecian woman whom the Romans conquered and drove to death. And yet,
Ayesha, you speak as though you have lived all through that gulf of
time, and in this there must be error, because it is impossible.
Therefore I suppose you to mean that this history has come down to you
in writing, or perhaps in dreams. I believe that even in such far-off
times there were writers of romance, and we all know of what stuff
dreams are made. At least this thought comes to me," I added
hurriedly, fearing lest I had said too much, "and one so wise as you
are, I repeat, knows well that a woman who says she has lived two
thousand years must be mad or--suffer from delusions, because I
repeat, it is impossible."

At these quite innocent remarks she sprang to her feet in a rage that
might truly be called royal in every sense.

"Impossible! Romance! Dreams! Delusions! Mad!" she cried in a ringing
voice. "Oh! of a truth you weary me, and I have a mind to send you
whither you will learn what is impossible and what is not. Indeed, I
would do it, and now, only I need your services, and if I did there
would be none left for me to talk with, since your companion is
moonstruck and the others are but savages of whom I have seen enough.

"Hearken, fool! /Nothing/ is impossible. Why do you seek, you who talk
of the impossible, to girdle the great world in the span of your two
hands and to weigh the secrets of the Universe in the balance of your
petty mind and, of that which you cannot understand, to say that it is
not? Life you admit because you see it all about you. But that it
should endure for two thousand years, which after all is but a
second's beat in the story of the earth, that to you is 'impossible,'
although in truth the buried seed or the sealed-up toad can live as
long. Doubtless, also, you have some faith which promises you this
same boon to all eternity, after the little change called Death.

"Nay, Allan, it is possible enough, like to many other things of which
you do not dream to-day that will be common to the eyes of those who
follow after you. Mayhap you think it impossible that I should speak
with and learn of you from yonder old black wizard who dwells in the
country whence you came. And yet whenever I will I do so in the night
because he is in tune with me, and what I do shall be done by all men
in the years unborn. Yes, they shall talk together across the wide
spaces of the earth, and the lover shall hear her lover's voice
although great seas roll between them. Nor perchance will it stop at
this; perchance in future time men shall hold converse with the
denizens of the stars, and even with the dead who have passed into
silence and the darkness. Do you hear and understand me?"

"Yes, yes," I answered feebly.

"You lie, as you are too prone to do. You hear but you do not
understand nor believe, and oh! you vex me sorely. Now I had it in my
mind to tell you the secret of this long life of mine; long, mark you,
but not endless, for doubtless I must die and change and return again,
like others, and even to show you how it may be won. But you are not
worthy in your faithlessness."

"No, no, I am not worthy," I answered, who at that moment did not feel
the least desire to live two thousand years, perhaps with this woman
as a neighbour, rating me from generation to generation. Yet it is
true, that now when I am older and a certain event cannot be postponed
much longer, I do often regret that I neglected to take this unique
chance, if in truth there was one, of prolonging an existence which
after all has its consolations--especially when one has made one's
pile. Certainly it is a case, a flagrant case, of neglected
opportunities, and my only consolation for having lost them is that
this was due to the uprightness of my nature which made it so hard for
me to acquiesce in alternative statements that I had every cause to
disbelieve and thus to give offence to a very powerful and petulant if
attractive lady.

"So that is done with," she went on with a little stamp of
indignation, "as soon you will be also, who, had you not crossed and
doubted me, might have lived on for untold time and become one of the
masters of the world, as I am."

Here she paused, choked, I think, with her almost childish anger, and
because I could not help it, I said,

"Such place and power, if they be yours, Ayesha, do not seem to bring
you much reward. If I were a master of the world I do not think that I
should choose to dwell unchangingly among savages who eat men and in a
pile of ruins. But perhaps the curses of Aphrodite and of Isis are
stronger masters still?" and I paused inquiringly.

This bold argument--for now I see that it was bold--seemed to astonish
and even bewilder my wonderful companion.

"You have more wisdom than I thought," she said reflectively, "who
have come to understand that no one is really lord of anything, since
above there is always a more powerful lord who withers all his pomp
and pride to nothingness, even as the great kings learned in olden
days, and I, who am higher than they are, am learning now. Hearken.
Troubles beset me wherein I would have your help and that of your
companions, for which I will pay each of you the fee that he desires.
The brooding white man who is with you shall free his daughter and
unharmed; though that /he/ will be unharmed I do not promise. The
black savage captain shall fight his fill and gain the glory that he
seeks, also something that he seeks still more. The little yellow man
asks nothing save to be with his master like a dog and to satisfy at
once his stomach and his apish curiosity. You, Allan, shall see those
dead over whom you brood at night, though the other guerdon that you
might have won is now passed from your reach because you mock me in
your heart."

"What must we do to gain these things?" I asked. "How can we humble
creatures help one who is all powerful and who has gathered in her
breast the infinite knowledge of two thousand years?"

"You must make war under my banner and rid me of my foes. As for the
reason, listen to the end of my tale and you shall learn."

I reflected that it was a marvellous thing that this queen who claimed
supernatural powers should need our help in a war, but thinking it
wiser to keep my meditations to myself, said nothing. As a matter of
fact I might just as well have spoken, since as usual she read my
thoughts.

"You are thinking that it is strange, Allan, that I, the Mighty and
Undying, should seek your aid in some petty tribal battle, and so it
would be were my foes but common savages. But they are more; they are
men protected by the ancient god of this immemorial city of Kr, a
great god in his day whose spirit still haunts these ruins and whose
strength still protects the worshippers who cling to him and practise
his unholy rites of human sacrifice."

"How was this god named?" I asked.

"/Rezu/ was his name, and from him came the Egyptian Re or Ra, since
in the beginning Kr was the mother of Egypt and the conquering people
of Kr took their god with them when they burst into the valley of the
Nile and subdued its peoples long before the first Pharaoh, Menes,
wore Egypt's crown."

"Ra was the sun, was he not?" I asked.

"Aye, and Rezu also was a sun-god whom from his throne in the fires of
the Lord of Day, gave life to men, or slew them if he willed with his
thunderbolts of drought and pestilence and storm. He was no gentle
king of heaven, but one who demanded blood-sacrifice from his
worshippers, yes, even that of maids and children. So it came about
that the people of Kr, who saw their virgins slain and eaten by the
priests of Rezu, and their infants burned to ashes in the fires that
his rays lit, turned themselves to the worship of the gentle moon, the
goddess whom they named /Lulala/, while some of them chose Truth for
their queen, since Truth, they said, was greater and more to be
desired than the fierce Sun-King or even the sweet Moon-Lady, Truth,
who sat above them both throned in the furthest stars of Heaven. Then
the demon, Rezu, grew wroth and sent a pestilence upon Kr and its
subject lands and slew their people, save those who clung to him in
the great apostasy, and with them some others who served Lulala and
Truth the Divine, that escaped I know not how."

"Did you see this great pestilence?" I asked, much interested.

"Nay, it befell generations before I came to Kr. One Junis, a priest,
wrote a record of it in the caves yonder where I have my home and
where is the burying-place of the countless thousands that it slew. In
my day Kr, of which, should you desire to hear it, I will tell you
the history, was a ruin as it is now, though scattered in the lands
amidst the tumbled stones which once built up her subject cities, a
people named the Amahagger dwelt in Households, or Tribes and there
sacrificed men by fire and devoured them, following the rites of the
demon Rezu. For these were the descendants of those who escaped the
pestilence. Also there were certain others, children of the
worshippers of Lulala whose kingdom is the moon, and of Truth the
Queen, who clung to the gentle worship of their forefathers and were
ever at war with the followers of Rezu."

"What brought /you/ to Kr, Ayesha?" I asked irrelevantly.

"Have I not said that I was led hither by the command and the symbol
of great Isis whom I serve? Also," she added after a pause, "that I
might find a certain pair, one of whom had broken his oaths to her,
tempted thereto by the other."

"And did you find them, Ayesha?" I asked.

"Aye, I found them, or rather they found me, and in my presence the
goddess executed her decree upon her false priest and drove his
temptress back to the world."

"That must have been dreadful for you, Ayesha, since I understood that
you also--liked this priest."

She sprang from her couch and in a low, hissing voice which resembled
the sound made by an angry snake and turned my blood cold to hear,
exclaimed,

"Man, do you dare to mock me? Nay, you are but a blundering, curious
fool, and it is well for you that this is so, since otherwise like
Kallikrates, never should you leave Kr living. Cease from seeking
that which you may not learn. Suffice it for you to know that the doom
of Isis fell upon the lost Kallikrates, her priest forsworn, and that
on me also fell her doom, who must dwell here, dead yet living, till
he return again and the play begins afresh.

"Stranger," she went on in a softer voice, "perchance your faith,
whate'er it be, parades a hell to terrify its worshippers and give
strength to the arms of its prophesying priests, who swear they hold
the keys of doom or of the eternal joys. I see you sign assent" (I had
nodded at her extremely accurate guess) "and therefore can understand
that in such a hell as this, here upon the earth I have dwelt for some
two thousand years, expiating the crime of Powers above me whereof I
am but the hand and instrument, since those Powers which decreed that
I should love, decree also that I must avenge that love."

She sank down upon the couch as though exhausted by emotion, of which
I could only guess the reasons, hiding her face in her hands.
Presently she let them fall again and continued,

"Of these woes ask me no more. They sleep till the hour of their
resurrection, which I think draws nigh; indeed, I thought that you
perchance----But let that be. 'Twas near the mark; nearer, Allan, than
you know, not in it! Therefore leave them to their sleep as I would if
I might--ah! if I might, whose companions they are throughout the
weary ages. Alas! that through the secret which was revealed to me I
remain undying on the earth who in death might perhaps have found a
rest, and being human although half divine, must still busy myself
with the affairs of earth.

"Look you, Wanderer, after that which was fated had happened and I
remained in my agony of solitude and sorrow, after, too, I had drunk
of the cup of enduring life and like the Prometheus of old fable,
found myself bound to this changeless rock, whereon day by day the
vultures of remorse tear out my living heart which in the watches of
the night is ever doomed to grow again within my woman's breast, I was
plunged into petty troubles of the flesh, aye and welcomed them
because their irk at times gave me forgetfulness. When the savage
dwellers in this land came to know that a mighty one had arisen among
them who was the servant of the Lady of the Moon, those of them who
still worshipped their goddess Lulala, gathered themselves about me,
while those of them who worshipped Rezu sought to overthrow me.

"'Here,' they said, 'is the goddess Lulala come to earth. In the name
of Rezu let us slay her and make an end,' for these fools thought that
I could be killed. Allan, I conquered them, but their captain, who
also is named Rezu and whom they held and hold to be an emanation of
the god himself walking the earth, I could not conquer."

"Why not?" I asked.

"For this reason, Allan. In some past age his god showed him the same
secret that was shown to me. He too had drunk of the Cup of Life and
lives on unharmed by Time, so that being in strength my equal, no
spear of mine can reach his heart clad in the armour of his evil god."

"Then what spear can?" I inquired helplessly, who was bewildered.

"None at all, Allan, yet an /axe/ may, as you shall hear, or so I
think. For many generations there has been peace of a sort between the
worshippers of Lulala who dwell with me in the Plain of Kr, or rather
of myself, since to these people /I/ am Lulala, and the worshippers of
Rezu, who dwell in the strongholds beyond the mountain crest. But of
late years their chief Rezu, having devastated the lands about, has
grown restless and threatened to attack on Kr, which is not strong
enough to stand against him. Moreover he has sought for a white queen
to rule under him, purposing to set her up to mock my majesty."

"Is that why those cannibals carried away the daughter of my
companion, the Sea-Captain who is named Avenger?" I asked.

"It is, Allan, since presently he will give it out that I am dead or
fled, if he has not done so already, and that this new queen has
arisen in my place. Thereby he hopes to draw away many who cling to me
ere he advances upon Kr, carrying with him this girl veiled as I am,
so that none may know the difference between us, since not a man of
them has ever looked upon my face, Allan. Therefore this Rezu must
die, if die he can; otherwise, although it is impossible that he
should harm me, he may slay or draw away my people and leave me with
none to rule in this place where by the decree of Fate I must dwell on
until he whom I seek returns. You are thinking in your heart that such
savages would be little loss and this is so, but still they serve as
slaves to me in my loneliness. Moreover I have sworn to protect them
from the demon Rezu and they have trusted in me and therefore my
honour is at stake, for never shall it be said that those who trusted
in She-who-commands, were overthrown because they put faith in one who
was powerless."

"What do you mean about an axe, Ayesha?" I asked. "Why can an axe
alone kill Rezu?"

"The thing is a mystery, O Allan, of which I may not tell you all,
since to do so I must reveal secrets which I have determined you shall
not learn. Suffice it to you to know that when this Rezu drank of the
Cup of Life he took with him his axe. Now this axe was an ancient
weapon rumoured to have been fashioned by the gods and, as it chanced,
that axe drew to itself more and stronger life than did Rezu, how, it
does not matter, if indeed the tale be more than a fable. At least
this I know is true, for he who guarded the Gate of Life, a certain
Noot, a master of mysteries, and mine also in my day of youth, who
being a philosopher and very wise, chose never to pass that portal
which was open to him, said it to me himself ere he went the way of
flesh. He told this Rezu also that now he had naught to fear save his
own axe and therefore he counselled him to guard it well, since if it
was lifted against him in another's hands it would bring him down to
death, which nothing else could do. Like to the heel of Achilles
whereof the great Homer sings--have you read Homer, Allan?"

"In a translation," I answered.

"Good, then you will remember the story. Like to the heel of Achilles,
I say, that axe would be the only gate by which death could enter his
invulnerable flesh, or rather it alone could make the gate."

"How did Noot know that?" I asked.

"I cannot say," she answered with irritation. "Perchance he did not
know it. Perchance it is all an idle tale, but at least it is true
that Rezu believed and believes it, and what a man believes is true
for him and will certainly befall. If it were otherwise, what is the
use of faith which in a thousand forms supports our race and holds it
from the horrors of the Pit? Only those who believe nothing inherit
what they believe--nothing, Allan."

"It may be so," I replied prosaically, "but what happened about the
axe?"

"In the end it was lost, or as some say stolen by a woman whom Rezu
had deserted, and therefore he walks the world in fear from day to
day. Nay, ask no more empty questions" (I had opened my mouth to
speak) "but hear the end of the tale. In my trouble concerning Rezu I
remembered this wild legend of the axe and since, when lost in a
forest every path that may lead to safety should be explored, I sent
my wisdom forth to make inquiry concerning it, as I who am great, have
the power to do, of certain who are in tune with me throughout this
wide land of Africa. Amongst others, I inquired of that old wizard
whom you named Zikali, Opener of Roads, and he gave me an answer that
there lived in his land a certain warrior who ruled a tribe called the
People of the Axe by right of the Axe, of which axe none, not even he,
knew the beginning or the legend. On the chance, though it was a small
one, I bade the wizard send that warrior here with his axe. Last night
he stood before me and I looked upon him and the axe, which at least
is ancient and has a story. Whether it be the same that Rezu bore I do
not know who never saw it, yet perchance he who bears it now is
prepared to hold it aloft in battle even against Rezu, though he be
terrible to see, and then we shall learn."

"Oh! yes," I answered, "he is quite prepared, for that is his nature.
Also among this man's people, the holder of the Axe is thought to be
unconquerable."

"Yet some must have been conquered who held it," she replied musingly.
"Well, you shall tell me that tale later. Now we have talked long and
you are weary and astonished. Go, eat and rest yourself. To-night when
the moon rises I will come to where you are, not before, for I have
much that must be done, and show you those with whom you must fight
against Rezu, and make a plan of battle."

"But I do not want to fight," I answered, "who have fought enough and
came here to seek wisdom, not bloodshed."

"First the sacrifice, then the reward," she answered, "that is if any
are left to be rewarded. Farewell."



                              CHAPTER XV

                          ROBERTSON IS LOST

So I went and was conducted by Billali, the old chamberlain, for such
seemed to be his office, who had been waiting patiently without all
this while, back to our rest-house. On my way I picked up Hans, whom I
found sitting outside the arch, and found that as usual that worthy
had been keeping his eyes and ears open.

"Baas," he said, "did the White Witch tell you that there is a big
/impi/ encamped over yonder outside the houses, in what looks like a
great dry ditch, and on the edge of the plain beyond?"

"No, Hans, but she said that this evening she would show us those in
whose company we must fight."

"Well, Baas, they are there, some thousands of them, for I crept
through the broken walls like a snake and saw them. And, Baas, I do
not think they are men, I think that they are evil spirits who walk at
night only."

"Why, Hans?"

"Because when the sun is high, Baas, as it is now, they are all
sleeping. Yes, there they lie abed, fast asleep, as other people do at
night, with only a few sentries out on guard, and these are yawning
and rubbing their eyes."

"I have heard that there are folk like that in the middle of Africa
where the sun is very hot, Hans," I answered, "which perhaps is why
She-who-commands is going to take us to see them at night. Also these
people, it seems, are worshippers of the moon."

"No, Baas, they are worshippers of the devil and that White Witch is
his wife."

"You had better keep your thoughts to yourself, Hans, for whatever she
is I think that she can read thoughts from far away, as you guessed
last night. Therefore I would not have any if I were you."

"No, Baas, or if I must think, henceforth, it shall be only of gin
which in this place is also far away," he replied, grinning.

Then we came to the rest-house where I found that Robertson had
already eaten his midday meal and like the Amahagger gone to sleep,
while apparently Umslopogaas had done the same; at least I saw nothing
of him. Of this I was glad, since that wondrous Ayesha seemed to draw
vitality out of me and after my long talk with her I felt very tired.
So I too ate and then went to lie down under an old wall in the shade
at a little distance, and to reflect upon the marvellous things that I
had heard.

Here be it said at once that I believed nothing of them, or at least
very little indeed. All the involved tale of Ayesha's long life I
dismissed at once as incredible. Clearly she was some beautiful woman
who was more or less mad and suffered from megalomania; probably an
Arab, who had wandered to this place for reasons of her own, and
become the chieftainess of a savage tribe whose traditions she had
absorbed and reproduced as personal experiences, again for reasons of
her own.

For the rest, she was now threatened by another tribe and knowing that
we had guns and could fight from what happened on the yesterday,
wished naturally enough for our assistance in the coming battle. As
for the marvellous chief Rezu, or rather for his supernatural
attributes and all the cock-and-bull story about an axe--well, it was
humbug like the rest, and if she believed in it she must be more
foolish than I took her to be--even if she were unhinged on certain
points. For the rest, her information about myself and Umslopogaas
doubtless had reached her from Zikali in some obscure fashion, as she
herself acknowledged.

But heavens! how beautiful she was! That flash of loveliness when out
of pique or coquetry she lifted her veil, blinded like the lightning.
But thank goodness, also like the lightning it frightened;
instinctively one felt that it was very dangerous, even to death, and
with it I for one wished no closer acquaintance. Fire may be lovely
and attractive, also comforting at a proper distance, but he who sits
on the top of it is cremated, as many a moth has found.

So I argued, knowing well enough all the while that if this particular
human--or inhuman--fire desired to make an holocaust of me, it could
do so easily enough, and that in reality I owed my safety so far to a
lack of that desire on its part. The glorious Ayesha saw nothing to
attract her in an insignificant and withered hunter, or at any rate in
his exterior, though with his mind she might find some small affinity.
Moreover to make a fool of him just for the fun of it would not serve
her purpose, since she needed his assistance in a business that
necessitated clear wits and unprejudiced judgment.

Lastly she had declared herself to be absorbed in some tiresome
complication with another man, of which it was rather difficult to
follow the details. It is true that she described him as a handsome
but somewhat empty-headed person whom she had last seen two thousand
years ago, but probably this only meant that she thought poorly of him
because he had preferred some other woman to herself, while the two
thousand years were added to the tale to give it atmosphere.

The worst of scandals becomes romantic and even respectable in two
thousand years; witness that of Cleopatra with Csar, Mark Antony and
other gentlemen. The most virtuous read of Cleopatra with sympathy,
even in boarding-schools, and it is felt that were she by some miracle
to be blotted out of the book of history, the loss would be enormous.
The same applied to Helen, Phryne, and other bad lots. In fact now
that one comes to think of it, most of the attractive personages in
history, male or female, especially the latter, were bad lots. When we
find someone to whose name is added "the good" we skip. No doubt
Ayesha, being very clever, appreciated this regrettable truth, and
therefore moved her murky entanglements of the past decade or so back
for a couple of thousand years, as many of us would like to do.

There remained the very curious circumstance of her apparent
correspondence with old Zikali who lived far away. This, however,
after all was not inexplicable. In the course of a great deal of
experience I have observed that all the witch-doctor family, to which
doubtless she belonged, have strange means of communication.

In most instances these are no doubt physical, carried on by help of
messengers, or messages passed from one to the other. But sometimes it
is reasonable to assume what is known as telepathy, as their link of
intercourse. Between two such highly developed experts as Ayesha and
Zikali, it might for the sake of argument safely be supposed that it
was thus they learned each other's mind and co-operated in each
other's projects, though perhaps this end was effected by commoner
methods.

Whatever its interpretations, the issue of the business seemed to be
that I was to be let in for more fighting. Well, in any case this
could not be avoided, since Robertson's daughter, Inez, had to be
saved at all costs, if it could possibly be done, even if we lost our
lives in the attempt. Therefore fight we must, so there was nothing
more to be said. Also without doubt this adventure was particularly
interesting and I could only hope that good luck, or Zikali's Great
Medicine, or rather Providence, would see me through it safely.

For the rest the fact that our help was necessary to her in this war-
like venture showed me clearly enough that all this wonderful woman's
pretensions to supernatural powers were the sheerest nonsense. Had
they been otherwise she would not have needed our help in her tribal
fights, notwithstanding the rubbish she talked about the chief, Rezu,
who according to her account of him, must resemble one of the fabulous
"trolls," half-human and half-ghostly evil creatures, of whom I have
read in the Norse Sagas, who could only be slain by some particular
hero armed with a particular weapon.



Reflecting thus I went to sleep and did not wake until the sun was
setting. Finding that Hans was also sleeping at my feet just like a
faithful dog, I woke him up and we went back together to the rest-
house, which we reached as the darkness fell with extraordinary
swiftness, as it does in those latitudes, especially in a place
surrounded by cliffs.

Not finding Robertson in the house, I concluded that he was somewhere
outside, possibly making a reconnaissance on his own account, and told
Hans to get supper ready for both of us. While he was doing so, by aid
of the Amahagger lamps, Umslopogaas suddenly appeared in the circle of
light, and looking about him, said,

"Where is Red-Beard, Macumazahn?"

I answered that I did not know and waited, for I felt sure that he had
something to say.

"I think that you had better keep Red-Beard close to you, Macumazahn,"
he went on. "This afternoon, when you had returned from visiting the
white doctoress and having eaten, had gone to sleep under the wall
yonder, I saw Red-Beard come out of the house carrying a gun and a bag
of cartridges. His eyes rolled wildly and he turned first this way and
then that, sniffing at the air, like a buck that scents danger. Then
he began to talk aloud in his own tongue and as I saw that he was
speaking with his Spirit, as those do who are mad, I went away and
left him."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, as you know, Macumazahn, it is a law among us Zulus never to
disturb one who is mad and engaged in talking with his Spirit.
Moreover, had I done so, probably he would have shot me, nor should I
have complained who would have thrust myself in where I had no right
to be."

"Then why did you not come to call me, Umslopogaas?"

"Because then he might have shot you, for, as I have seen for some
time he is inspired of heaven and knows not what he does upon the
earth, thinking only of the Lady Sad-Eyes who has been stolen away
from him, as is but natural. So I left him walking up and down, and
when I returned later to look, saw that he was gone, as I thought into
this walled hut. Now when Hansi tells me that he is not here, I have
come to speak to you about him."

"No, certainly he is not here," I said, and I went to look at the bed
where Robertson slept to see if it had been used that evening.

Then for the first time I saw lying on it a piece of paper torn from a
pocketbook and addressed to myself. I seized and read it. It ran thus:


 "The merciful Lord has sent me a vision of Inez and shown me where
  she is over the cliff-edge away to the west, also the road to her.
  In my sleep I heard her talking to me. She told me that she is in
  great danger--that they are going to marry her to some brute--and
  called to me to come at once and save her; yes, and to come alone
  without saying anything to anyone. So I am going at once. Don't be
  frightened or trouble about me. All will be well, all will be
  quite well. I will tell you the rest when we meet."


Horrorstruck I translated this insane screed to Umslopogaas and Hans.
The former nodded gravely.

"Did I not tell you that he was talking with his Spirit, Macumazahn?"
(I had rendered "the merciful Lord" as the Good Spirit.) "Well, he has
gone and doubtless his Spirit will take care of him. It is finished."

"At any rate we cannot, Baas," broke in Hans, who I think feared that
I might send him out to look for Robertson. "I can follow most spoors,
but not on such a night as this when one could cut the blackness into
lumps and build a wall of it."

"Yes," I answered, "he has gone and nothing can be done at present,"
though to myself I reflected that probably he had not gone far and
would be found when the moon rose, or at any rate on the following
morning.

Still I was most uneasy about the man who, as I had noted for a long
while, was losing his balance more and more. The shock of the
barbarous and dreadful slaughter of his half-breed children and of the
abduction of Inez by these grim, man-eating savages began the
business, and I think that it was increased and accentuated by his
sudden conversion to complete temperance after years of heavy
drinking.

When I persuaded him to this course I was very proud of myself,
thinking that I had done a clever thing, but now I was not so sure.
Perhaps it would have been better if he had continued to drink
something, at any rate for a while, but the trouble is that in such
cases there is generally no half-way house. A man, or still more a
woman, given to this frailty either turns aggressively sober or
remains very drunken. At any rate, even if I had made a mess of it, I
had acted for the best and could not blame myself.

For the rest it was clear that in his new phase the religious
associations of his youth had re-asserted themselves with remarkable
vigour, for I gathered that he had been brought up almost as a
Calvinist, and in the rush of their return, had overset his
equilibrium. As I have said, he prayed night and day without any of
those reserves which most people prefer in their religious exercises,
and when he talked of matters outside our quest, his conversation
generally revolved round the devil, or hell and its torments, which,
to say the truth, did not make him a cheerful companion. Indeed in
this respect I liked him much better in his old, unregenerate days,
being, I fear, myself a somewhat worldly soul.

Well, the sum of it was that the poor fellow had gone mad and given us
the slip, and as Hans said, to search for him at once in that darkness
was impossible. Indeed, even if it had been lighter, I do not think
that it would have been safe among these Amahagger nightbirds whom I
did not trust. Certainly I could not have asked Hans to undertake the
task, and if I had, I do not think he would have gone since he was
afraid of the Amahagger. Therefore there was nothing to be done except
wait and hope for the best.

So I waited till at last the moon came and with it Ayesha, as she had
promised. Clad in a rich, dark cloak she arrived in some pomp,
heralded by Billali, followed by women, also cloaked, and surrounded
by a guard of tall spearmen. I was seated outside the house, smoking,
when suddenly she arrived from the shadows and stood before me.

I rose respectfully and bowed, while Umslopogaas, Goroko and the other
Zulus who were with me, gave her the royal salute, and Hans cringed
like a dog that is afraid of being kicked.

After a swift glance at them, as I guessed by the motion of her veiled
head, she seemed to fix her gaze upon my pipe that evidently excited
her curiosity, and asked me what it was. I explained as well as I
could, expatiating on the charms of smoking.

"So men have learned another useless vice since I left the world, and
one that is filthy also," she said, sniffing at the smoke and waving
her hand before her face, whereon I dropped the pipe into my pocket,
where, being alight, it burnt a hole in my best remaining coat.

I remember the remark because it showed me what a clever actress she
was who, to keep up her character of antiquity, pretended to be
astonished at a habit with which she must have been well acquainted,
although I believe that it was unknown in the ancient world.

"You are troubled," she went on, swiftly changing the subject, "I read
it in your face. One of your company is missing. Who is it? Ah! I see,
the white man you name Avenger. Where is he gone?"

"That is what I wish to ask you, Ayesha," I said.

"How can I tell you, Allan, who in this place lack any glass into
which to look for things that pass afar. Still, let me try," and
pressing her hands to her forehead, she remained silent for perhaps a
minute, then spoke slowly.

"I think that he has gone over the mountain lip towards the
worshippers of Rezu. I think that he is mad; sorrow and something else
which I do not understand have turned his brain; something that has to
do with the Heavens. I think also that we shall recover him living, if
only for a little while, though of this I cannot be sure since it is
not given to me to read the future, but only the past, and sometimes
the things that happen in the present though they be far away."

"Will you send to search for him, O Ayesha?" I asked anxiously.

"Nay, it is useless, for he is already distant. Moreover those who
went might be taken by the outposts of Rezu, as perchance has happened
to your companion wandering in his madness. Do you know what he went
to seek?"

"More or less," I answered and translated to her the letter that
Robertson had left for me.

"It may be as the man writes," she commented, "since the mad often see
well in their dreams, though these are not sent by a god as he
imagines. The mind in its secret places knows all things, O Allan,
although it seems to know little or nothing, and when the breath of
vision or the fury of a soul distraught blows away the veils or burns
through the gates of distance, then for a while it sees and learns,
since, whatever fools may think, often madness is true wisdom. Now
follow me with the little yellow man and the Warrior of the Axe. Stay,
let me look upon that axe."

I interpreted her wish to Umslopogaas who held it out to her but
refused to loose it from his wrist to which it was attached by the
leathern thong.

"Does the Black One think that I shall cut him down with his own
weapon, I who am so weak and gentle?" she asked, laughing.

"Nay, Ayesha, but it is his law not to part with this Drinker of
Lives, which he names 'Chieftainess and Groan-maker,' and clings to
closer by day and night than a man does to his wife."

"There he is wise, Allan, since a savage captain may get more wives
but never such another axe. The thing is ancient," she added musingly
after examining its every detail, "and who knows? It may be that
whereof the legend tells which is fated to bring Rezu to the dust. Now
ask this fierce-eyed Slayer whether, armed with his axe he can find
courage to face the most terrible of all men and the strongest, one
who is a wizard also, of whom it is prophesied that only by such an
axe as this can he be made to bite the dust."

I obeyed. Umslopogaas laughed grimly and answered,

"Say to the White Witch that there is no man living upon the earth
whom I would not face in war, I who have never been conquered in fair
fight, though once a chance blow brought me to the doors of death,"
and he touched the great hole in his forehead. "Say to her also that I
have no fear of defeat, I from whom doom is, as I think, still far
away, though the Opener-of-Roads has told me that among a strange
people I shall die in war at last, as I desire to do, who from my
boyhood have lived in war."

"He speaks well," she answered with a note of admiration in her voice.
"By Isis, were he but white I would set him to rule these Amahagger
under me. Tell him, Allan, that if he lays Rezu low he shall have a
great reward."

"And tell the White Witch, Macumazahn," Umslopogaas replied when I had
translated, "that I seek no reward, save glory only, and with it the
sight of one who is lost to me but with whom my heart still dwells, if
indeed this Witch has strength to break the wall of blackness that is
built between me and her who is 'gone down.'"

"Strange," reflected Ayesha when she understood, "that this grim
Destroyer should yet be bound by the silken bonds of love and yearn
for one whom the grave has taken. Learn from it, Allan, that all
humanity is cast in the same mould, since my longings and your
longings are his also, though the three of us be far apart as are the
sun and the moon and the earth, and as different in every other
quality. Yet it is true that sun and moon and earth are born of the
same black womb of chaos. Therefore in the beginning they were
identical, as doubtless they will be in the end when, their
journeyings done, they rush together to light space with a flame at
which the mocking gods that made them may warm their hands. Well, so
it is with men, Allan, whose soul-stuff is drawn from the gulf of
Spirit by Nature's hand, and, cast upon the cold air of this death-
driven world, freezes into a million shapes each different to the
other and yet, be sure, the same. Now talk no more, but follow me.
Slave" (this was addressed to Billali), "bid the guards lead on to the
camp of the servants of Lulala."

So we went through the silent ruins. Ayesha walked, or rather glided a
pace or two ahead, then came Umslopogaas and I side by side, while at
our heels followed Hans, very close at our heels since he did not wish
to be out of reach of the virtue of the Great Medicine and
incidentally of the protection of axe and rifle.

Thus we marched surrounded by the solemn guard for something between a
quarter and half a mile, till at length we climbed the debris of a
mighty wall that once had encompassed the city, and by the moonlight
saw beneath us a vast hollow which clearly at some unknown time had
been the bed of an enormous moat and filled with water.

Now, however, it was dry and all about its surface were dotted
numerous camp-fires round which men were moving, also some women who
appeared to be engaged in cooking food. At a little distance too, upon
the further edge of the moat-like depression were a number of white-
robed individuals gathered in a circle about a large stone upon which
something was stretched that resembled the carcase of a sheep or goat,
and round these a great number of spectators.

"The priests of Lulala who make sacrifice to the moon, as they do
night by night, save when she is dead," said Ayesha, turning back
towards me as though in answer to the query which I had conceived but
left unuttered.

What struck me about the whole scene was its extraordinary animation
and briskness. All the folk round the fires and outside of them moved
about quickly and with the same kind of liveliness which might animate
a camp of more natural people at the rising of the sun. It was as
though they had just got up full of vigour to commence their daily, or
rather their nightly round, which in truth was the case, since as Hans
discovered, by habitude these Amahagger preferred to sleep during the
day unless something prevented them, and to carry on the activities of
life at night. It only remains to add that there seemed to be a great
number of them, for their fires following the round of the dry moat,
stretched further than I could see.

Scrambling down the crumpled wall by a zig-zag pathway, we came upon
the outposts of the army beneath us who challenged, then seeing with
whom they had to do, fell flat upon their faces, leaving their great
spears, which had iron spikes on their shafts like to those of the
Masai, sticking in the ground beside them.

We passed on between some of the fires and I noted how solemn and
gloomy, although handsome, were the countenances of the folk by whom
these were surrounded. Indeed, they looked like denizens of a
different world to ours, one alien to the kindly race of men. There
was nothing social about these Amahagger, who seemed to be a people
labouring under some ancient ancestral curse of which they could never
shake off the memory. Even the women rarely smiled; their clear-cut,
stately countenances remained stern and set, except when they glowered
at us incuriously. Only when Ayesha passed they prostrated themselves
like the rest.

We went on through them and across the moat, climbing its further
slope and here suddenly came upon a host of men gathered in a hollow
square, apparently in order to receive us. They stood in ranks of five
or six deep and their spear-points glimmering in the moonlight looked
like long bands of level steel. As we entered the open side of the
square all these spears were lifted. Thrice they were lifted and at
each uplifting there rose a deep-throated cry of /Hiya/, which is the
Arabic for She, and I suppose was a salutation to Ayesha.

She swept on taking no heed, till we came to the centre of the square
where a number of men were gathered who prostrated themselves in the
usual fashion. Motioning to them to rise she said,

"Captains, this very night within two hours we march against Rezu and
the sun-worshippers, since otherwise as my arts tell me, they march
against us. She-who-commands is immortal, as your fathers have known
from generation to generation, and cannot be destroyed; but you, her
servants, can be destroyed, and Rezu, who also has drunk of the Cup of
Life, out-numbers you by three to one and prepares a queen to set up
in my place over his own people and such of you as remain. As though,"
she added with a contemptuous laugh, "any woman of a day could take my
place."

She paused and the spokesman of the captains said,

"We hear, O Hiya, and we understand. What wouldst thou have us do, O
Lulala-come-to-earth? The armies of Rezu are great and from the
beginning he has hated thee and us, also his magic is as thy magic and
his length of days as thy length of days. How then can we who are few,
three thousand men at the most, match ourselves against Rezu, Son of
the Sun? Would it not be better that we should accept the terms of
Rezu, which are light, and acknowledge him as our king?"

As she heard these words I saw the tall shape of Ayesha quiver beneath
her robes, as I think, not with fear but with rage, because the
meaning of them was clear enough, namely that rather than risk a
battle with Rezu, these people were contemplating surrender and her
own deposition, if indeed she could be deposed. Still she answered in
a quiet voice,

"It seems that I have dealt too gently with you and with your fathers,
Children of Lulala, whose shadow I am here upon the earth, so that
because you only see the scabbard, you have forgotten the sword within
and that it can shine forth and smite. Well, why should I be wrath
because the brutish will follow the law of brutes, though it be true
that I am minded to slay you where you stand? Hearken! Were I less
merciful I would leave you to the clutching hands of Rezu, who would
drag you one by one to the stone of sacrifice and there offer up your
hearts to his god of fire and devour your bodies with his heat. But I
bethink me of your wives and children and of your forefathers whom I
knew in the dead days, and therefore, if I may, I still would save you
from yourselves and your heads from the glowing pot.

"Take counsel together now and say--Will you fight against Rezu, or
will you yield? If that is your desire, speak it, and by to-morrow's
sun I will begone, taking these with me," and she pointed to us, "whom
I have summoned to help us in the war. Aye, I will begone, and when
you are stretched upon the stone of sacrifice, and your women and
children are the slaves of the men of Rezu, then shall you cry,

"'Oh, where is Hiya whom our fathers knew? Oh, will she not return and
save us from this hell?'

"Yes, so shall you cry but there shall come no answer, since then she
will have departed to her own habitations in the moon and thence
appear no more. Now consult together and answer swiftly, since I weary
of you and your ways."

The captains drew apart and began to talk in low voices, while Ayesha
stood still, apparently quite unconcerned, and I considered the
situation.

It was obvious to me that these people were almost in rebellion
against their strange ruler, whose power over them was of a purely
moral nature, one that emanated from her personality alone. What I
wondered was, being what she seemed to be, why she thought it worth
while to exercise it at all. Then I remembered her statement that here
and nowhere else she must abide for some secret reason, until a
certain mystical gentleman with a Greek name came to fetch her away
from this appointed /rendezvous/. Therefore I supposed she had no
choice, or rather, suffering as she did from hallucinations, believed
herself to have no choice and was obliged to put up with a crowd of
disagreeable savages in quarters which were sadly out of repair.

Presently the spokesman returned, saluted with his spear, and asked,

"If we go up to fight against Rezu, who will lead us in the battle, O
Hiya?"

"My wisdom shall be your guide," she answered, "this white man shall
be your General and there stands the warrior who shall meet Rezu face
to face and bring him to the dust," and she pointed to Umslopogaas
leaning upon his axe and watching them with a contemptuous smile.

This reply did not seem to please the man for he withdrew to consult
again with his companions. After a debate which I suppose was animated
for the Amahagger, men of few words who did not indulge in oratory,
all of them advanced on us and the spokesman said,

"The choice of a General does not please us, Hiya. We know that the
white man is brave because of the fight he made against the men of
Rezu over the mountain yonder; also that he and his followers have
weapons that deal death from afar. But there is a prophecy among us of
which none know the beginning, that he who commands in the last great
battle between Lulala and Rezu must produce before the eyes of the
People of Lulala a certain holy thing, a charm of power, without which
defeat will be the portion of Lulala. Of this holy thing, this spirit-
haunted shape of power, we know the likeness and the fashion, for
these have come down among our priests, though who told it to them we
cannot tell, but of it I will say this only, that it speaks both of
the spirit and the body, of man and yet of more than man."

"And if this wondrous charm, this talisman of might, cannot be shown
by the white lord here, what then?" asked Ayesha coldly.

"Then, Hiya, this is the word of the People of Lulala, that we will
not serve under him in the battle, and this also is their word that we
will not go up against Rezu. That thou art mighty we know well, Hiya,
also that thou canst slay if thou wilt, but we know also that Rezu is
mightier and that against him thou hast no power. Therefore kill us if
thou dost so desire, until thy heart is satisfied with death. For it
is better that we should perish thus than upon the altar of sacrifice
wearing the red-hot crowns of Rezu."

"So say we all," exclaimed the rest of the company when he had
finished.

"The thought comes to me to begin to satisfy my heart with thy coward
blood and that of thy companions," said Ayesha contemptuously. Then
she paused and turning to me, added, "O Watcher-by-Night, what
counsel? Is there aught that will convince these chicken-hearted ones
over whom I have spread my feathers for so long?"

I shook my head blankly, whereat they murmured together and made as
though they would go.

Then it was that Hans, who understood something of Arabic as he did of
most African tongues, pulled my sleeve and whispered in my ear.

"The Great Medicine, Baas! Show them Zikali's Great Medicine."

Here was an idea. The description of the article required, a "spirit-
haunted shape of power" that spoke "both of the spirit and the body of
man and yet of more than man," was so vague that it might mean
anything or nothing. And yet----

I turned to Ayesha and prayed her to ask them if what they wanted
should be produced, whether they would follow me bravely and fight
Rezu to the death. She did so and with one voice they replied,

"Aye, bravely and to the death, him and the Bearer of the Axe of whom
also our legend tells."

Then with deliberation I opened my shirt and holding out the image of
Zikali as far as the chain of elephant hair would allow, I asked,

"Is this the holy thing, the charm of power, of which your legend
tells, O People of the Amahagger and worshippers of Lulala?"

The spokesman glanced at it, then snatching a brand from a watch-fire
that burnt near by held it over the carving and stared, and stared
again; and as he did, so did the others bending over him.

"Dog! would you singe my beard?" I cried in affected rage, and seizing
the brand from his hand I smote him with it over the head.

But he took no heed of the affront which I had offered to him merely
to assert my authority. Still for a few moments he stared although the
sparks from the wood were frizzling in his greasy hair, then of a
sudden went down on his face before me, as did all the others and
cried out,

"It is the Holy Thing! It is the spirit-haunted Shape of Power itself,
and we the Worshippers of Lulala will follow thee to the death, O
white lord, Watcher-by-Night. Yes, where thou goest and he goes who
bears the Axe, thither will we follow till not one of us is left upon
his feet."

"Then that's settled," I said, yawning, since it is never wise to show
concern about anything before savages. Indeed personally I had no wish
to be the leader of this very peculiar tribe in an adventure of which
I knew nothing, and therefore had hoped that they would leave that
honour to someone else. Then I turned and told Umslopogaas what had
passed, a tale at which he only shrugged his great shoulders, handling
his axe as though he were minded to try its edge upon some of these
"Dark-lovers," as he named the Amahagger people because of their
nocturnal habits.

Meanwhile Ayesha gave certain orders. Then she came to me and said,

"These men march at once, three thousand strong, and by dawn will camp
on the northern mountain crest. At sunrise litters will come to bear
you and those with you if they will, to join them, which you should do
by midday. In the afternoon marshall them as you think wise, for the
battle will take place in the small hours of the following morning,
since the People of Lulala only fight at night. I have said."

"Do you not come with us?" I asked, dismayed.

"Nay, not in a war against Rezu, why it matters not. Yet my Spirit
will go with you, for I shall watch all that passes, how it matters
not and perchance you may see it there--I know not. On the third day
from to-morrow we shall meet again in the flesh or beyond it, but as I
think in the flesh, and you can claim the reward which you journeyed
here to seek. A place shall be prepared for the white lady whom Rezu
would have set up as a rival queen to me. Farewell, and farewell also
to yonder Bearer of the Axe that shall drink the blood of Rezu, also
to the little yellow man who is rightly named Light-in-Darkness, as
you shall learn ere all is done."

Then before I could speak she turned and glided away, swiftly
surrounded by her guards, leaving me astonished and very
uncomfortable.



                             CHAPTER XVI

                            ALLAN'S VISION

The old chamberlain, Billali, conducted us back to our camp. As we
went he discoursed to me of these Amahagger, of whom it seemed he was
himself a developed specimen, one who threw back, perhaps tens of
generations, to some superior ancestor who lived before they became
debased. In substance he told me that they were a wild and lawless lot
who lived amongst ruins or in caves, or some of them in swamp
dwellings, in small separate communities, each governed by its petty
headman who was generally a priest of their goddess Lulala.

Originally they and the people of Rezu were the same, in times when
they worshipped the sun and the moon jointly, but "thousands of years"
ago, as he expressed it, they had separated, the Rezuites having gone
to dwell to the north of the Great Mountain, whence they continually
threatened the Lulalaites whom, had it not been for She-who-commands,
they would have destroyed long before. The Rezuites, it seemed, were
habitual cannibals, whereas the Lulalaite branch of the Amahagger
only practised cannibalism occasionally when by a lucky chance they
got hold of strangers. "Such as yourself, Watcher-by-Night, and your
companions," he added with meaning. If their crime were discovered,
however, Hiya, She-who-commands, punished it by death.

I asked if she exercised an active rule over these people. He answered
that she did not, as she lacked sufficient interest in them; only when
she was angry with individuals she would destroy some of them by "her
arts," as she had power to do if she chose. Most of them indeed had
never seen her and only knew of her existence by rumour. To them she
was a spirit or a goddess who inhabited the ancient tombs that lay to
the south of the old city whither she had come because of the
threatened war with Rezu, whom alone she feared, he did not know why.
He told me again, moreover, that she was the greatest magician who had
ever been, and that it was certain she did not die, since their
forefathers knew her generations ago. Still she seemed to be under
some curse, like the Amahagger themselves, who were the descendants of
those who had once inhabited Kr and the country round it, as far as
the sea-coast and for hundreds of miles inland, having been a mighty
people in their day before a great plague destroyed them.

For the rest he thought that she was a very unhappy woman who "lived
with her own soul mourning the dead" and consorting with none upon the
earth.

I asked him why she stayed here, whereat he shook his head and
replied, he supposed because of the "curse," since he could conceive
of no other reason. He informed me also that her moods varied very
much. Sometimes she was fierce and active and at others by comparison
mild and low-spirited. Just now she was passing through one of the
latter stages, perhaps because of the Rezu trouble, for she did not
wish her people to be destroyed by this terrible person; or perhaps
for some other reason with which he was not acquainted.

When she chose, she knew all things, except the distant future. Thus
she knew that we were coming, also the details of our march and that
we should be attacked by the Rezuites who were going out to meet their
returning company that had been sent afar to find a white queen.
Therefore she had ordered him to go with soldiers to our assistance. I
asked why she went veiled, and he replied, because of her beauty which
drove even savage men mad, so that in old days she had been obliged to
kill a number of them.

That was all he seemed to know about her, except that she was kind to
those who served her well, like himself, and protected them from evil
of every sort.

Then I asked him about Rezu. He answered that he was a dreadful
person, undying, it was said, like She-who-commands, though he had
never seen the man himself and never wanted to do so. His followers
being cannibals and having literally eaten up all those that they
could reach, were now desirous of conquering the people of Lulala that
they might eat them also at their leisure. Each other they did not
eat, because dog does not eat dog, and therefore they were beginning
to grow hungry, although they had plenty of grain and cattle of which
they used the milk and hides.

As for the coming battle, he knew nothing about it or what would
happen, save that She-who-commands said that it would go well for the
Lulalaites under my direction. She was so sure that it would go well,
that she did not think it worth while to accompany the army, for she
hated noise and bloodshed.

It occurred to me that perhaps she was afraid that she too would be
taken captive and eaten, but I kept my reflection to myself.

Just then we arrived at our camp-house, where Billali bade me
farewell, saying that he wished to rest as he must be back at dawn
with litters, when he hoped to find us ready to start. Then he
departed. Umslopogaas and Hans also went away to sleep, leaving me
alone who, having taken my repose in the afternoon, did not feel
drowsy at the moment. So lovely was the night indeed that I made up my
mind to take a little walk during the midnight hours, after the manner
of the Amahagger themselves, for having now been recognised as
Generalissimo of their forces, I had little fear of being attacked,
especially as I carried a pistol in my pocket. So off I set strolling
slowly down what seemed to have been a main street of the ancient
city, which in its general appearance resembled excavated Pompeii,
only on an infinitely larger scale.

As I went I meditated on the strange circumstances in which I found
myself. Really they tempted me to believe that I was suffering from
delusions and perhaps all the while in fact lay stretched upon a bed
in the delirium of fever. That marvellous woman, for instance--even
rejecting her tale of miraculously extended life, which I did--what
was I to make of her? I did not know, except that wondrous as she was,
it remained clear that she claimed a great deal more power than she
possessed. This was evident from her tone in the interview with the
captains, and from the fact that she had shuffled off the command of
her tribe on to my shoulders. If she were so mighty, why did she not
command it herself and bring her celestial, or infernal, powers to
bear upon the enemy? Again, I could not say, but one fact emerged,
namely that she was as interesting as she was beautiful, and
uncommonly clever into the bargain.

But what a task was this that she had laid upon me, to lead into
battle, with a foe of unascertained strength, a mob of savages
probably quite undisciplined, of whose fighting qualities I knew
nothing and whom I had no opportunity of organising. The affair seemed
madness and I could only hope that luck or destiny would take me
through somehow.

To tell the truth, I believed it would, for I had grown almost as
superstitious about Zikali and his Great Medicine as was Hans himself.
Certainly the effect of it upon those captains was very odd, or would
have been had not the explanation come to me in a flash. On the first
night of our meeting, as I have described, I showed this talisman to
Ayesha, as a kind of letter of credentials, and now I could see that
it was she who had arranged all the scene with the captains, or their
tribal magician, in order to get her way about my appointment to the
command.

Everything about her conduct bore this out, even her feigning
ignorance of the existence of the charm and the leaving of it to Hans
to suggest its production, which perhaps she did by influencing his
mind subconsciously. No doubt more or less it fitted in with one of
those nebulous traditions which are so common amongst ancient savage
races, and therefore once shown to her confederate, or confederates,
would be accepted by the common people as a holy sign, after which the
rest was easy.

Such an obvious explanation involved the death of any illusions I
might still cherish about this Arab lady, Ayesha, and it is true that
I parted with them with regret, as we all do when we think we have
discovered something wonderful in the female line. But there it was,
and to bother any more about her, her history and aims, seemed
useless.

So dismissing her and all present anxieties from my mind, I began to
look about me and to wonder at the marvellous scene which unfolded
itself before me in the moonlight. That I might see it better,
although I was rather afraid of snakes which might hide among the
stones, by an easy ascent I climbed a mount of ruins and up the broad
slope of a tumbled massive wall, which from its thickness I judged
must have been that of some fort or temple. On the crest of this wall,
some seventy or eighty feet above the level of the streets, I sat down
and looked about me.

Everywhere around me stretched the ruins of the great city, now as
fallen and as deserted as Babylon herself. The majestic loneliness of
the place was something awful. Even the vision of companies and
battalions of men crossing the plain towards the north with the
moonlight glistening on their spear-points, did little to lessen this
sense of loneliness. I knew that these were the regiments which I was
destined to command, travelling to the camp where I must meet them.
But in such silence did they move that no sound came from them even in
the deathly stillness of the perfect night, so that almost I was
tempted to believe them to be the shadow-ghosts of some army of old
Kr.

They vanished, and musing thus I think I must have dozed. At any rate
it seemed to me that of a sudden the city was as it had been in the
days of its glory. I saw it brilliant with a hundred colours;
everywhere was colour, on the painted walls and roofs, the flowering
trees that lined the streets and the bright dresses of the men and
women who by thousands crowded them and the marts and squares. Even
the chariots that moved to and fro were coloured as were the countless
banners which floated from palace walls and temple tops.

The enormous place teemed with every activity of life; brides being
borne to marriage and dead men to burial; squadrons marching, clad in
glittering armour; merchants chaffering; white-robed priests and
priestesses passing in procession (who or what did they worship? I
wondered); children breaking out of school; grave philosophers
debating in the shadow of a cool arcade; a royal person making a
progress preceded by runners and surrounded by slaves, and lastly the
multitudes of citizens going about the daily business of life.

Even details were visible, such as those of officers of the law
chasing an escaped prisoner who had a broken rope tied to his arm, and
a collision between two chariots in a narrow street, about the wrecks
of which an idle mob gathered as it does to-day if two vehicles
collide, while the owners argued, gesticulating angrily, and the
police and grooms tried to lift a fallen horse on to its feet. Only no
sound of the argument or of anything else reached me. I saw, and that
was all. The silence remained intense, as well it might do, since
those chariots must have come to grief thousands upon thousands of
years ago.

A cloud seemed to pass before my eyes, a thin, gauzy cloud which
somehow reminded me of the veil that Ayesha wore. Indeed at the
moment, although I could not see her, I would have sworn that she was
present at my side, and what is more, that she was mocking me who had
set her down as so impotent a trickstress, which doubtless was part of
the dream.

At any rate I returned to my normal state, and there about me were the
miles of desolate streets and the thousands of broken walls, and the
black blots of roofless houses and the wide, untenanted plain bounded
by the battlemented line of encircling mountain crests, and above all,
the great moon shining softly in a tender sky.

I looked and thrilled, though oppressed by the drear and desolate
beauty of the scene around me, descended the wall and the ruined slope
and made my way homewards, afraid even of my own shadow. For I seemed
to be the only living thing among the dead habitations of immemorial
Kr.



Reaching our camp I found Hans awake and watching for me.

"I was just coming to look for you, Baas," he said. "Indeed I should
have done so before, only I knew that you had gone to pay a visit to
that tall white 'Missis' who ties up her head in a blanket, and
thought that neither of you would like to be disturbed."

"Then you thought wrong," I answered, "and what is more, if you had
made that visit I think it might have been one from which you would
never have come back."

"Oh yes, Baas," sniggered Hans. "The tall white lady would not have
minded. It is you who are so particular, after the fashion of men whom
Heaven made very shy."

Without deigning to reply to the gibes of Hans I went to lie down,
wondering what kind of a bed poor Robertson occupied that night, and
soon fell asleep, as fortunately for myself I have the power to do,
whatever my circumstances at the moment. Men who can sleep are those
who do the work of the world and succeed, though personally I have had
more of the work than of the success.



I was awakened at the first grey dawn by Hans, who informed me that
Billali was waiting outside with litters, also that Goroko had already
made his incantations and doctored Umslopogaas and his two men for war
after the Zulu fashion when battle was expected. He added that these
Zulus had refused to be left behind to guard and nurse their wounded
companions, and said that rather than do so, they would kill them.

Somehow, he informed me, in what way he could not guess, this had come
to the ears of the White Lady who "hid her face from men because it
was so ugly," and she had sent women to attend to the sick ones, with
word that they should be well cared for. All of this proved to be true
enough, but I need not enter into the details.

In the end off we went, I in my litter following Billali's, with an
express and a repeating rifle and plenty of ammunition for both, and
Hans, also well armed, in that which had been sent for Umslopogaas,
who preferred to walk with Goroko and the two other Zulus.

For a little while Hans enjoyed the sensation of being carried by
somebody else, and lay upon the cushions smoking with a seraphic smile
and addressing sarcastic remarks to the bearers, who fortunately did
not understand them. Soon, however, he wearied of these novel delights
and as he was still determined not to walk until he was obliged,
climbed on to the roof of the litter, astride of which he sat as
though it were a horse, looking for all the world like a toy monkey on
a horizontal stick.

Our road ran across the level, fertile plain but a small portion of
which was cultivated, though I could see that at some time or other,
when its population was greater, every inch of it had been under crop.
Now it was largely covered by trees, many of them fruit-bearing,
between which meandered streams of water which once, I think, had been
irrigation channels.

About ten o'clock we reached the foot of the encircling cliffs and
began the climb of the escarpment, which was steep, tortuous and
difficult. By noon we reached its crest and here found all our little
army encamped and, except for the sentries, sleeping, as seemed to be
the invariable custom of these people in the daytime.

I caused the chief captains to be awakened and with them made a
circuit of the camp, reckoning the numbers of the men which came to
about 3,250 and learning what I could concerning them and their way of
fighting. Then, accompanied by Umslopogaas and Hans with the Zulus as
a guard, also by three of the head-captains of the Amahagger, I walked
forward to study the lie of the land.

Coming to the further edge of the escarpment, I found that at this
place two broad-based ridges, shaped like those that spring from the
boles of certain tropical forest trees, ran from its crest to the
plain beneath at a gentle slope. Moreover I saw that on this plain
between the ends of the ridges an army was encamped which, by the aid
of my glasses, I examined and estimated to number at least ten
thousand men.

This army, the Amahagger captains informed me, was that of Rezu, who,
they said, intended to commence his attack at dawn on the following
morning, since the People of Rezu, being sun-worshippers, would never
fight until their god appeared above the horizon. Having studied all
there was to see I asked the captains to set out their plan of battle,
if they had a plan.

The chief of them answered that it was to advance halfway down the
right-hand ridge to a spot where there was a narrow flat piece of
ground, and there await attack, since at this place their smaller
numbers would not so much matter, whereas these made it impossible for
them to assail the enemy.

"But suppose that Rezu should choose to come up to the other ridge and
get behind you. What would happen then?" I inquired.

He replied that he did not know, his ideas of strategy being, it was
clear, of a primitive order.

"Do your people fight best at night or in the day?" I went on.

He said undoubtedly at night, indeed in all their history there was no
record of their having done so in the daytime.

"And yet you propose to let Rezu join battle with you when the sun is
high, or in other words to court defeat," I remarked.

Then I went aside and discussed things for a while with Umslopogaas
and Hans, after which I returned and gave my orders, declining all
argument. Briefly these were that in the dusk before the rising of the
moon, our Amahagger must advance down the right-hand ridge in complete
silence, and hide themselves among the scrub which I saw grew thickly
near its root. A small party, however, under the leadership of Goroko,
whom I knew to be a brave and clever captain, was to pass halfway down
the left-hand ridge and there light fires over a wide area, so as to
make the enemy think that our whole force had encamped there. Then at
the proper moment which I had not yet decided upon, we would attack
the army of Rezu.

The Amahagger captains did not seem pleased with this plan which I
think was too bold for their fancy, and began to murmur together.
Seeing that I must assert my authority at once, I walked up to them
and said to their chief man,

"Hearken, my friend. By your own wish, not mine, I have been appointed
your general and I expect to be obeyed without question. From the
moment that the advance begins you will keep close to me and to the
Black One, and if so much as one of your men hesitates or turns back,
you will die," and I nodded towards the axe of Umslopogaas. "Moreover,
afterwards She-who-commands will see that others of you die, should
you escape in the fight."

Still they hesitated. Thereon without another word, I produced
Zikali's Great Medicine and held it before their eyes, with the result
that the sight of this ugly thing did what even the threat of death
could not do. They went flat on the ground, every one of them, and
swore by Lulala and by She-who-commands, her priestess, that they
would do all I said, however mad it seemed to them.

"Good," I answered. "Now go back and make ready, and for the rest, by
this time to-morrow we shall know who is or is not mad."

From that moment till the end I had no more trouble with these
Amahagger.



I will get on quickly with the story of this fight whereof the
preliminary details do not matter. At the proper time Goroko went off
with two hundred and fifty men and one of the two Zulus to light the
fires and, at an agreed signal, namely the firing of two shots in
rapid succession by myself, to begin shouting and generally make as
much noise as they could.

We also went off with the remaining three thousand, and before the
moon rose, crept as quietly as ghosts down the right-hand ridge. Being
such a silent folk who were accustomed to move at night and could see
in the dark almost as well as cats, the Amahagger executed this
manuvre splendidly, wrapping their spear-blades in bands of dry grass
lest light should glint on them and betray our movements. So in due
course we came to the patch of bush where the ridge widened out about
five hundred yards from the plain beneath, and there lay down in four
companies or regiments, each of them about seven hundred and fifty
strong.

Now the moon had risen, but because of the mist which covered the
surface of the plain, we could see nothing of the camp of Rezu which
we knew must be within a thousand yards of us, unless indeed it had
been moved, as the silence seemed to suggest.

This circumstance gave me much anxiety, since I feared lest abandoning
their reputed habits, these Rezuites were also contemplating a night
attack. Umslopogaas, too, was disturbed on the subject, though because
of Goroko and his men whose fires began to twinkle on the opposing
ridge something over a mile away, they could not pass up there without
our knowledge.

Still, for aught I knew there might be other ways of scaling this
mountain. I did not trust the Amahagger, who declared that none
existed, since their local knowledge was slight as they never visited
these northern slopes because of their fear of Rezu. Supposing that
the enemy gained the crest and suddenly assaulted us in the rear! The
thought of it made me feel cold down the back.

While I was wondering how I could find out the truth, Hans, who was
squatted behind a bush, suddenly rose and gave the rifle he was
carrying to the remaining Zulu.

"Baas," he said, "I am going to look and find out what those people
are doing, if they are still there, and then you will know how and
when to attack them. Don't be afraid for me, Baas, it will be easy in
that mist and you know I can move like a snake. Also if I should not
come back, it does not matter and it will tell you that they /are/
there."

I hesitated who did not wish to expose the brave little Hottentot to
such risks. But when he understood, Umslopogaas said,

"Let the man go. It is his gift and duty to spy, as it is mine to
smite with the axe, and yours to lead, Macumazahn. Let him go, I say."

I nodded my head, and having kissed my hand in his silly fashion in
token of much that he did not wish to say, Hans slipped out of sight,
saying that he hoped to be back within an hour. Except for his great
knife, he went unarmed, who feared that if he took a pistol he might
be tempted to fire it and make a noise.



                             CHAPTER XVII

                         THE MIDNIGHT BATTLE

That hour went by very slowly. Again and again I consulted my watch by
the light of the moon, which was now rising high in the heavens, and
thought that it would never come to an end. Listen as I would, there
was nothing to be heard, and as the mist still prevailed the only
thing I could see except the heavens, was the twinkling of the fires
lit by Goroko and his party.

At length it was done and there was no sign of Hans. Another half hour
passed and still no sign of Hans.

"I think that Light-in-Darkness is dead or taken prisoner," said
Umslopogaas.

I answered that I feared so, but that I would give him another fifteen
minutes and then, if he did not appear, I proposed to order an
advance, hoping to find the enemy where we had last seen them from the
top of the mountain.

The fifteen minutes went by also, and as I could see that the
Amahagger captains who sat at a little distance were getting very
nervous, I picked up my double-barrelled rifle and turned round so
that I faced up hill with a view of firing it as had been agreed with
Goroko, but in such a fashion that the flashes perhaps would not be
seen from the plain below. For this purpose I moved a few yards to the
left to get behind the trunk of a tree that grew there, and was
already lifting the rifle to my shoulder, when a yellow hand clasped
the barrel and a husky voice said,

"Don't fire yet, Baas, as I want to tell you my story first."

I looked down and there was the ugly face of Hans wearing a grin that
might have frightened the man in the moon.

"Well," I said with cold indifference, assumed I admit to hide my
excessive joy at his safe return, "tell on, and be quick about it. I
suppose you lost your way and never found them."

"Yes, Baas, I lost my way for the fog was very thick down there. But
in the end I found them all right, by my nose, Baas, for those man-
eating people smell strong and I got the wind of one of their
sentries. It was easy to pass him in the mist, Baas, so easy that I
was tempted to cut his throat as I went, but I didn't for fear lest he
should make a noise. No, I walked on right into the middle of them,
which was easy too, for they were all asleep, wrapped up in blankets.
They hadn't any fires perhaps because they didn't want them to be
seen, or perhaps because it is so hot down in that low land, I don't
know which.

"So I crept on taking note of all I saw, till at last I came to a
little hill of which the top rose above the level of the mist, so that
I could see on it a long hut built of green boughs with the leaves
still fresh upon them. Now I thought that I would crawl up to the hut
since it came into my mind that Rezu himself must be sleeping there
and that I might kill him. But while I stood hesitating I heard a
noise like to that made by an old woman whose husband had thrown a
blanket over her head to keep her quiet, or to that of a bee in a
bottle, a sort of droning noise that reminded me of something.

"I thought a while and remembered that when Red Beard was on his knees
praying to Heaven, as is his habit when he has nothing else to do,
Baas, he makes a noise just like that. I crept towards the sound and
presently there I found Red Beard himself tied upon a stone and
looking as mad as a buffalo bull stuck in a swamp, for he shook his
head and rolled his eyes about, just as though he had had two bottles
of bad gin, Baas, and all the while he kept saying prayers. Now I
thought that I would cut him loose, and bent over him to do so, when
by ill-luck he saw my face and began to shout, saying,

"'Go away, you yellow devil. I know you have come to take me to hell,
but you are too soon, and if my hands were loose I would twist your
head off your shoulders.'

"He said this in English, Baas, which as you know I can understand
quite well, after which I was sure that I had better leave him alone.
Whilst I was thinking, there came out of the hut above two old men
dressed in night-shirts, such as you white people wear, with yellow
things upon their heads that had a metal picture of the sun in front
of them."

"Medicine-men," I suggested.

"Yes, Baas, or Predikants of some sort, for they were rather like your
reverend father when he dressed himself up and went into a box to
preach. Seeing them I slipped back a little way to where the mist
began, lay down and listened. They looked at Red Beard, for his shouts
at me had brought them out, but he took no notice of them, only went
on making a noise like a beetle in a tin can.

"'It is nothing,' said one of the Predikants to the other in the same
tongue that these Amahagger use. 'But when is he to be sacrificed?
Soon, I hope, for I cannot sleep because of the noise he makes.'

"'When the edge of the sun appears, not before,' answered the other
Predikant. 'Then the new queen will be brought out of the hut and this
white man will be sacrificed to her.'

"'I think it is a pity to wait so long,' said the first Predikant,
'for never shall we sleep in peace until the red-hot pot is on his
head.'

"'First the victory, then the feast,' answered the second Predikant,
'though he will not be so good to eat as that fat young woman who was
with the new queen.'

"Then, Baas, they both smacked their lips and one of them went back
towards the hut. But the other did not go back. No, he sat down on the
ground and glowered at Baas Red-Beard upon the stone. More, he struck
him on the face to make him quiet.

"Now, Baas, when I saw this and remembered that they had said that
they had eaten Janee whom I liked although she was such a fool, the
spirit in me grew so very angry and I thought that I would give this
old /skellum/ (i.e. rascal) of a Predikant a taste of sacrifice
himself, after which I purposed to creep to the hut and see if I could
get speech with the Lady Sad-Eyes, if she was there.

"So I wriggled up behind the Predikant as he sat glowering over Red-
Beard, and stuck my knife into his back where I thought it would kill
him at once. But it didn't, Baas, for he fell on to his face and began
to make a noise like a wounded hyena before I could finish him. Then I
heard a sound of shouts, and to save my life was obliged to run away
into the mist, without loosing Red-Beard or seeing Lady Sad-Eyes. I
ran very hard, Baas, making a wide circle to the left, and so at last
got back here. That's all, Baas."

"And quite enough, too," I answered, "though if they did not see you,
the death of the Medicine-man may frighten them. Poor Janee! Well, I
hope to come even with those devils before they are three hours
older."

Then I called up Umslopogaas and the Amahagger captains and told them
the substance of the story, also that Hans had located the army, or
part of it.

The end of it was that we made up our minds to attack at once; indeed
I insisted on this, as I was determined if I could to save that
unfortunate man, Robertson, who, from Hans' account, evidently was now
quite mad and raving. So I fired the two shots as had been arranged
and presently heard the sound of distant shoutings on the slope of the
opposing ridge. A few minutes later we started, Umslopogaas and I
leading the vanguard and the Amahagger captains following with the
three remaining companies.

Now the reader, presuming the existence of such a person, will think
that everything is sure to go right; that this cunning old fellow,
Allan Quatermain, is going to surprise and wipe the floor with those
Rezuites, who were already beguiled by the trick he had instructed
Goroko to play. That after this he will rescue Robertson who doubtless
shortly recovers his mind, also Inez with the greatest ease, in fact
that everything will happen as it ought to do if this were a romance
instead of a mere record of remarkable facts. But being the latter, as
it happened, matters did not work out quite in this convenient way.

To begin with, when those Amahagger told me that the Rezuites never
fought in the dark or before the sun was well up, either they lied or
they were much mistaken, for at any rate on this occasion they did the
exact contrary. All the while that we thought we were stalking them,
they were stalking us. The Goroko manuvre had not deceived them in
the least, since from their spies they knew its exact significance.

Here, I may add that those spies were in our own ranks, traitors, in
short, who were really in the pay of Rezu and possibly belonged to his
abominable faith, some of whom slipped away from time to time to the
enemy to report our progress and plans, so far as they knew them.

Further, what Hans had stumbled on was a mere rear guard left around
the place of sacrifice and the hut where Inez was confined. The real
army he never found at all. That was divided into two bodies and
hidden in bush to the right and left of the ridge which we were
descending just at the spot where it joined the plain beneath, and
into the jaws of these two armies we marched gaily.

Now that hypothetical reader will say, "Why didn't that silly old
fool, Allan, think of all these things? Why didn't he remember that he
was commanding a pack of savages with whom he had no real
acquaintance, among whom there were sure to be traitors, especially as
they were of the same blood as the Rezuites, and take precautions?"

Ah! my dear reader, I will only answer that I wish you had handled the
job yourself, and enjoyed the opportunity of seeing what /you/ could
do in the circumstances. Do you suppose I didn't think of all these
points? Of course I did. But have you ever heard of the difficulty of
making silk purses out of sows' ears, or of turning a lot of gloomy
and disagreeable barbarians whom you had never even drilled, into
trustworthy and efficient soldiers ready to fight three times their
own number and beat them?

Also I beg to observe that I did get through somehow, as you shall
learn, which is more than you might have done, Mr. Wisdom, though I
admit, not without help from another quarter. It is all very well for
you to sit in your armchair and be sapient and turn up your learned
nose, like the gentlemen who criticise plays and poems, an easy job
compared to the writing of them. From all of which, however, you will
understand that I am, to tell the truth, rather ashamed of what
followed, since /qui s'excuse, s'accuse/.

As we slunk down that hill in the moonlight, a queer-looking crowd, I
admit also that I felt very uncomfortable. To begin with I did not
like that remark of the Medicine-man which Hans reported, to the
effect that the feast must come after the victory, especially as he
had said just before that Robertson was to be sacrificed as the sun
rose, which would seem to suggest that the "victory" was planned to
take place before that event.

While I was ruminating upon this subject, I looked round for Hans to
cross-examine him as to the priest's exact words, only to find that he
had slunk off somewhere. A few minutes later he reappeared running
back towards us swiftly and, I noticed, taking shelter behind tree
trunks and rocks as he came.

"Baas," he gasped, for he was out of breath, "be careful, those Rezu
men are on either side ahead. I went forward and ran into them. They
threw many spears at me. Look!" and he showed a slight cut on his arm
from which blood was flowing.

Instantly I understood that we were ambushed and began to think very
hard indeed. As it chanced we were passing across a large flat space
upon the ridge, say seven or eight acres in extent, where the bush
grew lightly, though owing to the soil being better, the trees were
tall.

On the steep slope below this little plain it seemed to be denser and
there it was, according to Hans, that the ambush was set. I halted my
regiment and sent back messengers to the others that they were to halt
also as they came up, on the pretext of giving them a rest before they
were marshalled and we advanced to the battle.

Then I told Umslopogaas what Hans said and asked him to send out his
Zulu soldier whom he could trust, to see if he could obtain
confirmation of the report. This he did at once. Also I asked him what
he thought should be done, supposing that it was true.

"Form the Amahagger into a ring or a square and await attack," he
answered.

I nodded, for that was my own opinion, but replied,

"If they were Zulus, the plan would be good. But how do we know that
these men will stand?"

"We know nothing, Macumazahn, and therefore can only try. If they run
it must be up-hill."

Then I called the captains and told them what was toward, which seemed
to alarm them very much. Indeed one or two of them wanted to retreat
at once, but I said I would shoot the first man who tried to do so. In
the end they agreed to my plan and said that they would post their
best soldiers above, at the top of the square, with the orders to stop
any attempt at a flight up the mountain.

After this we formed up the square as best we could, arranging it in a
rather rough, four-fold line. While we were doing this we heard some
shouts below and presently the Zulu returned, who reported that all
was as Hans had said and that Rezu's men were moving round us, having
discovered, as he thought, that we had halted and escaped their
ambush.

Still the attack did not develop at once, for the reason that the Rezu
army was crawling up the steep flanks of the spur on either side of
the level piece of ground, with a view of encircling us altogether, so
as to make a clean sweep of our force. As a matter of fact, considered
from our point of view, this was a most fortunate move, since thereby
they stopped any attempt at a retreat on the part of our Amahagger,
whose bolt-hole was now blocked.

When we had done all we could, we sat down, or at least I did, and
waited. The night, I remember, was strangely still, only from the
slopes on either side of our plateau came a kind of rustling sound
which in fact was caused by the feet of Rezu's people, as they marched
to surround us.

It ceased at last and the silence grew complete, so much so that I
could hear the teeth of some of our tall Amahagger chattering with
fear, a sound that gave me little confidence and caused Umslopogaas to
remark that the hearts of these big men had never grown; they remained
"as those of babies." I told the captains to pass the word down the
ranks that those who stood might live, but those who fled would
certainly die. Therefore if they wished to see their homes again they
had better stand and fight like men. Otherwise most of them would be
killed and the rest eaten by Rezu. This was done, and I observed that
the message seemed to produce a steadying effect upon our ranks.

Suddenly all around us, from below, from above and on either side
there broke a most awful roar which seemed to shape itself into the
word, /Rezu/, and next minute also from above, below and either side,
some ten thousand men poured forth upon our square.

In the moonlight they looked very terrible with their flowing white
robes and great gleaming spears. Hans and I fired some shots, though
for all the effect they produced, we might as well have pelted a
breaker with pebbles. Then, as I thought that I should be more useful
alive than dead, I retreated within the square, Umslopogaas, his Zulu,
and Hans coming with me.

On the whole our Amahagger stood the attack better than I expected.
They beat back the first rush with considerable loss to the enemy,
also the second after a longer struggle. Then there was a pause during
which we re-formed our ranks, dragging the wounded men into the
square.

Scarcely had we done this when with another mighty shout of "Rezu!"
the enemy attacked again--that was about an hour after the battle had
begun. But now they had changed their tactics, for instead of trying
to rush all sides of the square at once, they concentrated their
efforts on the western front, that which faced towards the plain
below.

On they came, and among them in the forefront of the battle, now and
again I caught sight of a gigantic man, a huge creature who seemed to
me to be seven feet high and big in proportion. I could not see him
clearly because of the uncertain moonlight, but I noted his fierce
aspect, also that he had an enormous beard, black streaked with grey,
that flowed down to his middle, and that his hair hung in masses upon
his shoulders.

"Rezu himself!" I shouted to Umslopogaas.

"Aye, Macumazahn, Rezu himself without doubt, and I rejoice to see him
for he will be a worthy foe to fight. Look! he carries an axe as I do.
Now I must save my strength for when we come face to face I shall need
it all."

I thought that I would spare Umslopogaas this exertion and watched my
opportunity to put a bullet through this giant. But I could never get
one. Once when I had covered him an Amahagger rushed in front of my
gun so that I could not shoot, and when a second chance came a little
cloud floated over the face of the moon and made him invisible. After
that I had other things to which to attend, since, as I expected would
happen, the western face of our square gave, and yelling like devils,
the enemy began to pour in through the gap.

A cold thrill went through me for I saw that the game was up. To re-
form these undisciplined Amahagger was impossible; nothing was to be
expected except panic, rout and slaughter. I cursed my folly for ever
having had anything to do with the business, while Hans screamed to me
in a thin voice that the only chance was for us three and the Zulu to
bolt and hide in the bush.

I did not answer him because, apart from any nasty pride, the thing
was impossible, for how could we get through those struggling masses
of men which surrounded us on every side? No, my clock had struck, so
I went on making a kind of mental sandwich of prayers and curses;
prayers for my soul and forgiveness for my sins, and curses on the
Amahagger and everything to do with them, especially Zikali and the
woman called Ayesha, who, between them, had led me into this affair.

"Perhaps the Great Medicine of Zikali," piped Hans again as he fired a
rifle at the advancing foe.

"Hang the Great Medicine," I shouted back, "and Ayesha with it. No
wonder she declined to take a hand in this business."

As I spoke the words I saw old Billali, who not being a man of war was
keeping as close to us as he could, go flat onto his venerable face,
and reflected that he must have got a thrown spear through him.
Casting a hurried glance at him to see if he were done for or only
wounded, out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of something
diaphanous which gleamed in the moonlight and reminded me of I knew
not what at the moment.

I looked round quickly to see what it might be and lo! there, almost
at my side was the veiled Ayesha herself, holding in her hand a little
rod made of black wood inlaid with ivory not unlike a field marshal's
baton, or a sceptre.

I never saw her come and to this day I do not know how she did so; she
was just there and what is more she must have put luminous paint or
something else on her robes, for they gleamed with a sort of faint,
phosphorescent fire, which in the moonlight made her conspicuous all
over the field of battle. Nor did she speak a single word, she only
waved the rod, pointed with it towards the fierce hordes who were
drawing near to us, killing as they came, and began to move forward
with a gliding motion.

Now from every side there went up a roar of "/She-who-commands! She-
who-commands!/" while the people of Rezu in front shouted "/Lulala!
Lulala!/ Fly, Lulala is upon us with the witchcrafts of the moon!"

She moved forward and by some strange impulse, for no order was given,
we all began to move after her. Yes, the ranks that a minute before
were beginning to give way to wild panic, became filled with a
marvellous courage and moved after her.

The men of Rezu also, and I suppose with them Rezu himself, for I saw
no more of him at that time, began to move uncommonly fast over the
edge of the plateau towards the plain beneath. In fact they broke into
flight and leaping over dead and dying, we rushed after them, always
following the gleaming robe of Ayesha, who must have been an extremely
agile person, since without any apparent exertion she held her place a
few steps ahead of us.

There was another curious circumstance about this affair, namely, that
terrified though they were, those Rezuites, after the first break,
soon seemed to find it impossible to depart with speed. They kept
turning round to look behind them at that following vision, as though
they were so many of Lot's wives. Moreover, the same fate overtook
many of them which fell upon that scriptural lady, since they appeared
to become petrified and stood there quite still, like rabbits
fascinated by a snake, until our people came up and killed them.

This slaying went on all down the last steep slope of the ridge, on
which I suppose at least two-thirds of the army of Rezu must have
perished, since our Amahagger showed themselves very handy men when it
came to exterminating foes who were too terror-struck to fight, and,
exhilarated by the occupation, gained courage every moment.



                            CHAPTER XVIII

                         THE SLAYING OF REZU

At last we were on the plain, the bemused remnant of Rezu's army still
doubling before us like a mob of game pursued by wild dogs. Here we
halted to re-form our ranks; it seemed to me, although still she spoke
no word, that some order reached me from the gleaming Ayesha that I
should do this. The business took twenty minutes or so, and then,
numbering about two thousand five hundred strong, for the rest had
fallen in the fight of the square, we advanced again.

Now there came that dusk which often precedes the rising of the sun,
and through it I could see that the battle was not yet over, since
gathered in front of us was still a force about equal to our own.
Ayesha pointed towards it with her wand and we leapt forward to the
attack. Here the men of Rezu stood awaiting us, for they seemed to
overcome their terror with the approach of day.

The battle was fierce, a very strange battle in that dim, uncertain
light, which scarcely showed us friend from foe. Indeed I am not sure
that we should have won it, since Ayesha was no longer visible to give
our Amahagger confidence, and as the courage of the Rezuites
increased, so theirs seemed to lessen with the passing of the night.

Fortunately, however, just as the issue hung doubtful, there was a
shout to our left and looking, I made out the tall shape of Goroko,
the witch-doctor, with the other Zulu, followed by his two hundred and
fifty men, and leaping on to the flank of the line of Rezu.

That settled the business. The enemy crumpled up and melted, and just
then the first lights of dawn appeared in the sky. I looked about me
for Ayesha, but she had gone, where to I knew not, though at the
moment I feared that she must have been killed in the mle.

Then I gave up looking and thinking, since now or never was the time
for action. Signalling and shouting to those hatchet-faced Amahagger
to advance, accompanied by Umslopogaas with Goroko who had joined us,
and Hans, I sprang forward to give them an example, which, to be just
to them, they took.

"This is the mound on which Red-Beard should be," cried Hans as we
faced a little slope.

I ran up it and through the gloom which precedes the actual dawn, saw
a group of men gathered round something, as people collect about a
street accident.

"Red-Beard on the stone. They are killing him," screeched Hans again.

It was so; at least several white-robed priests were bending over a
prostrate figure with knives in their hands, while behind stood the
huge fellow whom I took to be Rezu, staring towards the east as though
he were waiting for the rim of the sun to appear before he gave some
order. At that very moment it did appear, just a thin edge of bright
light on the horizon, and he turned, shouting the order.

Too late! For we were on them. Umslopogaas cut down one of the priests
with his axe, and the men about me dealt with the others, while Hans
with a couple of sweeps of his long knife, severed the cords with
which Robertson was tied.

The poor man who in the growing light I could see was raving mad,
sprang up, calling out something in Scotch about "the deil." Seizing a
great spear which had fallen from the hand of one of the priests, he
rushed furiously at the giant who had given the order, and with a yell
drove it at his heart. I saw the spear snap, from which I concluded
that this man, whom rightly I took to be Rezu, wore some kind of
armour.

Next instant the axe he held, a great weapon, flashed aloft and down
went Robertson before its awful stroke, stone dead, for as we found
out afterwards, he was cloven almost in two. At the sight of the death
of my poor friend rage took hold of me. In my hand was a double-
barrelled rifle, an Express loaded with hollow-pointed bullets. I
covered the giant and let drive, first with one barrel and then with
the other, and what is more, distinctly I heard both bullets strike
upon him.

Yet he did not fall. He rocked a little, that is all, then turned and
marched off towards a hut, that whereof Hans had told me, which stood
about fifty yards away.

"Leave him to me," shouted Umslopogaas. "Steel cuts where bullets
cannot pierce," and with a bound like to that of a buck, the great
Zulu leapt away after him.

I think that Rezu meant to enter the hut for some purpose of his own,
but Umslopogaas was too hard upon his tracks. At any rate he ran past
it and down the other slope of the little hill on to the plain behind
where the remnants of his army were trying to re-form. There in front
of them the giant turned and stood at bay.

Umslopogaas halted also, waiting for us to come up, since, cunning old
warrior as he was, he feared lest should he begin the fight before
that happened, the horde of them would fall on him. Thirty seconds
later we arrived and found him standing still with bent body, small
shield advanced and the great axe raised as though in the act of
striking, a wondrous picture outlined as it was against the swiftly
rising-sun.

Some ten paces away stood the giant leaning on the axe he bore, which
was not unlike to that with which woodmen fell big trees. He was an
evil man to see and at this, my first full sight of him, I likened him
in my mind to Goliath whom David overthrew. Huge he was and hairy,
with deep-set, piercing eyes and a great hooked nose. His face seemed
thin and ancient also, when with a motion of the great head, he tossed
his long locks back from about it, but his limbs were those of a
Hercules and his movements full of a youthful vigour. Moreover his
aspect as a whole was that of a devil rather than of a man; indeed the
sight of it sickened me.

"Let me shoot him," I cried to Umslopogaas, for I had reloaded the
rifle as I ran.

"Nay, Watcher-by-Night," answered the Zulu without moving his head,
"rifle has had its chance and failed. Now let us see what axe can do.
If I cannot kill this man, I will be borne hence feet first who shall
have made a long journey for nothing."

Then the giant began to talk in a low, rumbling voice that
reverberated from the slope of the little hill behind us.

"Who are you?" he asked, speaking in the same tongue that the
Amahagger use, "who dare to come face to face with Rezu? Black hound,
do you not know that I cannot be slain who have lived a year for every
week of your life's days, and set my foot upon the necks of men by
thousands. Have you not seen the spear shatter and the iron balls melt
upon my breast like rain-drops, and would you try to bring me down
with that toy you carry? My army is defeated--I know it. But what
matters that when I can get me more? Because the sacrifice was not
completed and the white queen was not wed, therefore my army was
defeated by the magic of Lulala, the White Witch who dwells in the
tombs. But /I/ am not defeated who cannot be slain until I show my
back, and then only by a certain axe which long ago has rusted into
dust."

Now of this long speech Umslopogaas understood nothing, so I answered
for him, briefly enough, but to the point, for there flashed into my
mind all Ayesha's tale about an axe.

"A certain axe!" I cried. "Aye, a certain axe! Well, look at that
which is held by the Black One, the captain who is named Slaughterer,
the ancient axe whose title is Chieftainess, because if so she wills,
she takes the lives of all. Look at it well, Rezu, Giant and Wizard,
and say whether it is not that which your forefather lost, that which
is destined to bring you to your doom?"

Thus I spoke, very loudly that all might hear, slowly also, pausing
between each word because I wished to give time for the light to
strengthen, seeing as I did that the rays of the rising sun struck
upon the face of the giant, whereas the eyes of Umslopogaas were less
dazzled by it.

Rezu heard, and stared at the axe which Umslopogaas held aloft,
causing it to quiver slightly by an imperceptible motion of his arm.
As he stared I saw his hideous face change, and that on it for the
first time gathered a look of something resembling fear. Also his
followers behind him who were also studying the axe, began to murmur
together.

For here I should say that as though by common consent the battle had
been stayed; we no longer attacked and the enemy no longer ran. They,
or whose who were left of them, stood still as though they felt that
the real and ultimate issue of the fight depended upon the forthcoming
duel between these two champions, though of that issue they had little
doubt since, as I learned afterwards, they believed their king to be
invulnerable.

For quite a while Rezu went on staring. Then he said aloud as if he
were thinking to himself.

"It is like, very like. The horn haft is the same; the pointed gouge
is the same; the blade shaped like the young moon is the same. Almost
could I think that before me shook the ancient holy axe. Nay, the gods
have taken that back long ago and this is but a trick of the witch,
Lulala of the Caves."

Thus he spoke, but still for a moment hesitated.

"Umslopogaas," I said in the deep silence that followed, "hear me."

"I hear you," he answered without turning his head or moving his arms.
"What counsel, Watcher-by-Night?"

"This, Slaughterer. Strike not at that man's face and breast, for
there I think he is protected by witchcraft or by armour. Get behind
him and strike at his back. Do you understand?"

"Nay, Macumazahn, I understand not. Yet I will do your bidding because
you are wiser than I and utter no empty words. Now be still."

Then Umslopogaas threw the axe into the air and caught it as it fell,
and as he did so began to chant his own praises Zulu fashion.

"Oho!" he said, "I am the child of the Lion, the Black-maned Lion,
whose claws never loosened of their prey. I am the Wolf-king, he who
hunted with the wolves upon the Witch-mountain with my brother, Bearer
of the Club named Watcher-of-the-Fords, I am he who slew him called
the Unconquered, Chief of the People of the Axe, he who bore the
ancient Axe before me; I am he who smote the Halakazi tribe in their
caves and won me Nada the Lily to wife. I am he who took to the King
Dingaan a gift that he loved little, and afterward with Mopo, my
foster-sire, hurled this Dingaan down to death. I am the Royal One,
named Bulalio the Slaughterer, named Woodpecker, named Umhlopekazi the
Captain, before whom never yet man has stood in fair and open fight.
Now, thou Wizard Rezu, now thou Giant, now thou Ghost-man, come on
against me and before the sun has risen by a hand's breadth, all those
who watch shall see which of us is better at the game of war. Come on,
then! Come on, for I say that my blood boils over and my feet grow
cold. Come on, thou grinning dog, thou monster grown fat with eating
the flesh of men, thou hook-beaked vulture, thou old, grey-whiskered
wolf!"

Thus he changed in his fierce, boastful way, while his two remaining
Zulus clapped their hands and sentence by sentence echoed his words,
and Goroko, the witch-doctor, muttered incantations behind him.

While he sang thus Umslopogaas began to stir. First only his head and
shoulders moved gently, swaying from side to side like a reed shaken
in the wind or a snake about to strike. Then slowly he put out first
one foot and next the other and drew them back again, as a dancer
might do, tempting Rezu to attack.

But the giant would not, his shield held before him, he stood still
and waited to see what this black warrior would do.

The snake struck. Umslopogaas darted in and let drive with the long
axe. Rezu raised his shield above his head and caught the blow. From
the clank it made I knew that this shield which seemed to be of hide,
was lined with iron. Rezu smote back, but before the blow could fall
the Zulu was out of his reach. This taught me how great was the
giant's strength, for though the stroke was heavy, like the steel-
hatted axe he bore, still when he saw that it had missed he checked
the weapon in mid air, which only a mighty man could have done.

Umslopogaas saw these things also and changed his tactics. His axe was
six or eight inches longer in the haft than that of Rezu, and
therefore he could reach where Rezu could not, for the giant was
short-armed. He twisted it round in his hand so that the moon-shaped
blade was uppermost, and keeping it almost at full length, began to
peck with the gouge-shaped point on the back at the head and arms of
Rezu, that as I knew was a favourite trick of his in fight from which
he won his name of "Woodpecker." Rezu defended his head with his
shield as best he could against the sharp points of steel which
flashed all about him.

Twice it seemed to me that the Zulu's pecks went home upon the giant's
breast, but if so they did no harm. Either Rezu's thick beard, or
armour beneath it stopped them from penetrating his body. Still he
roared out as though with pain, or fury, or both, and growing mad,
charged at Umslopogaas and smote with all his strength.

The Zulu caught the blow upon his shield, through which it shore as
though the tough hide were paper. Stay the stroke it could not, yet it
turned its direction, so that the falling axe slid past Umslopogaas's
shoulder, doing him no hurt. Next instant, before Rezu could strike
again, the Zulu threw the severed shield into his face and seizing the
axe with both hands, leapt in and struck. It was a mighty blow, for I
saw the rhinoceros-horn handle of the famous axe bend like a drawn
bow, and it went home with a dull thud full upon Rezu's breast. He
shook, but no more. Evidently the razor edge of /Inkosikaas/ had
failed to pierce. There was a sound as though a hollow tree had been
smitten and some strands of the long beard, shorn off, fell to the
ground, but that was all.

"/Tagati!/ (bewitched)," cried the watching Zulus. "That stroke should
have cut him in two!" while I thought to myself that this man knew how
to make good armour.

Rezu laughed aloud, a bellowing kind of laugh, while Umslopogaas
sprang back astonished.

"Is it thus!" he cried in Zulu. "Well, all wizards have some door by
which their Spirit enters and departs. I must find the door, I must
find the door!"

So he spoke and with springing movements tried to get past Rezu, first
to the right and then to the left, all the while keeping out of reach.
But Rezu ever turned and faced him, as he did so retreating step by
step down the slope of the little hill and striking whenever he found
a chance, but without avail, for always Umslopogaas was beyond his
reach. Also the sunlight which now grew strong, dazzled him, or so I
thought. Moreover he seemed to tire somewhat--or so I thought also.

At any rate he determined to make an end of the play, for with a swift
motion, as Umslopogaas had done, he threw away his shield and grasping
the iron handle of his axe with both hands, charged the Zulu like a
bull. Umslopogaas leapt back out of reach. Then suddenly he turned and
ran up the rise. Yes, Bulalio the Slaughterer ran!

A roar of mockery went up from the sun-worshippers behind, while our
Amahagger laughed and Goroko and the two Zulus stared astonished and
ashamed. Only I read his mind aright and wondered what guile he had
conceived.

He ran, and Rezu ran after him, but never could he catch the swiftest-
footed man in Zululand. To and fro he followed him, for Umslopogaas
was taking a zig-zag path towards the crest of the slope, till at
length Rezu stopped breathless. But Umslopogaas still ran another
twenty yards or so until he reached the top of the slope and there
halted and wheeled round.

For ten seconds or more he stood drawing his breath in great gasps,
and, looking at his face, I saw that it had become as the face of a
wolf. His lips were drawn up into a terrible grin, showing the white
teeth between; his cheeks seemed to have fallen in and his eyes
glared, while the skin over the hole in his forehead beat up and down.

There he stood, gathering himself together for some mighty effort.

"Run on!" shouted the spectators. "Run back to Kr, black dog!"

Umslopogaas knew that they were mocking him, but he took no heed, only
bent down and rubbed his sweating hand in the grit of the dry earth.
Then he straightened himself and charged down on Rezu.

I, Allan Quatermain, have seen many things in battle, but never before
or since did I see aught like to this charge. It was swift as that of
a lioness, so swift that the Zulu's feet scarcely seemed to touch the
ground. On he sped like a thrown spear, till, when within about a
dozen feet of Rezu who stood staring at him, he bent his frame almost
double and leapt into the air.

Oh! what a leap was that. Surely he must have learnt it from the lion,
or the spring-buck. High he rose and now I saw his purpose; it was to
clear the tall shape of Rezu. Aye, and he cleared him with half a foot
to spare, and as he passed above, smote downwards with the axe so that
the blow fell upon the back of Rezu's head. Moreover it went home this
time, for I saw the red blood stream and Rezu fell forward on his
face. Umslopogaas landed far beyond him, ran a little way because he
must, then wheeled round and charged again.

Rezu was rising, but before he gained his feet, the axe /Inkosikaas/
thundered down where the neck joins the shoulder and sank in. Still,
so great was his strength that Rezu found his feet and smote out
wildly. But now his movements were slow and again Umslopogaas got
behind him, smiting at his back. Once, twice, thrice, he smote, and at
the third blow it seemed as though the massive spine were severed, for
his weapon fell from Rezu's hand and slowly he sank down to the
ground, and lay there, a huddled heap.

Believing that all was over I ran to where he lay with Umslopogaas
standing over him, as it seemed to me, utterly exhausted, for he
supported himself by the axe and tottered upon his feet. But Rezu was
not yet dead. He opened his cavernous eyes and glared at the Zulu with
a look of hellish hate.

"/Thou/ hast not conquered me, Black One," he gasped. "It is thine axe
which gave thee victory; the ancient, holy axe that once was mine
until the woman stole it, yes, that and the craft of the Witch of the
Caves who told thee to smite where the Spirit of Life which I feared
to enter wholly, had not kissed my flesh, and there only left me
mortal. Wolf of a black man, may we meet elsewhere and fight this fray
again. Ah! would that I could get these hands about thy throat and
take thee with me down into the Darkness. But Lulala wins if only for
a while, since her fate, I think, shall be worse than mine. Ah! I see
the magic beauty that she boasts turn to shameful----"

Here of a sudden life left him and throwing his great arms wide, a
last breath passed bubbling from his lips.

As I stooped to examine the man's huge and hairy carcase that to me
looked only half human, with a thunder of feet our Amahagger rushed
down upon us and thrusting me aside, fell upon the body of their
ancient foe like hounds upon a helpless fox, and with hands and spears
and knives literally tore and hacked it limb from limb, till no
semblance of humanity remained.

It was impossible to stop them; indeed I was too outworn with labours
and emotions to make any such attempt. This I regret the more since I
lost the opportunity of making an examination of the body of this
troll-like man, and of ascertaining what kind of armour it was he wore
beneath that great beard of his, which was strong enough to stop my
bullets, and even the razor edge of the axe /Inkosikaas/ driven with
all the might of the arms of the Zulu, Bulalio. For when I looked
again at the sickening sight the giant was but scattered fragments and
the armour, whatever it might have been, was gone, rent to little
pieces and carried off, doubtless, by the Amahagger, perhaps to be
divided between them to serve as charms.

So of Rezu I know only that he was the hugest, most terrible-looking
man I have ever seen, one too who carried his vast strength very late
in life, since from the aspect of his countenance I imagine that he
must have been nigh upon seventy years of age, though his supposed
unnatural antiquity of course was nothing but a fable put about by the
natives for their own purposes.

Presently Umslopogaas seemed to recover from the kind of faint into
which he had fallen and opening his eyes, looked about him. The first
person they fell on was old Billali who stood stroking his white beard
and contemplating the scene with an air which was at once philosophic
and satisfied. This seemed to anger Umslopogaas, for he cried,

"I think it was you, ancient bag of words and sweeper of paths for the
feet of the great, who made a mock of me but now, when you thought
that I fled before the horns of yonder man-eating bull--" and he
nodded towards the fragments of what once had been Rezu. "Find now his
axe and though I am weak and weary, I will wash away the insult with
your blood."

"What does this glorious black hero say, Watcher-by-Night?" asked
Billali in his most courteous tones.

I told him word by word, whereon Billali lifted his hands in horror,
turned and fled. Nor did I see him again until we arrived at Kr.



At the sight of the fall of their giant chief Rezu whom they believed
to be invulnerable, his followers, who were watching the fray, set up
a great wailing, a most mournful and uncanny noise to hear. Then, as I
think did the hosts of the Philistines when David brought down Goliath
by his admirable shot with a stone, they set out for their homes
wherever these may have been, at an absolutely record pace and in the
completest disarray.

Our Amahagger followed them for a while, but soon were left standing
still. So they contented themselves with killing any wounded they
could find and returned. I did not accompany them; indeed the battle
being won, metaphorically I washed my hands of them, and in my
thoughts consigned them to a certain locality as a people of whom it
might well be said that manners they had none and their customs were
simply beastly. Also, although fierce and cruel, these night-bats were
not good fighting men and in short never did I wish to have to do with
such another company.

Moreover, a very different matter pressed. The object of this business
so far as I was concerned, had been to rescue poor Inez, since had it
not been for her sake, never would I have consented to lead those
Amahagger against their fellow blackguards, the Rezuites.

But where was Inez? If Hans had understood the medicine-man aright,
she was, or had been, in the hut, where it was my earnest hope that
she still remained, since otherwise the hunt must be continued. This
at any rate was easy to discover. Calling Hans, who was amusing
himself by taking long shots at the flying enemy, so that they might
not forget him, as he said, and the Zulus, I walked up the slope to
the hut, or rather booth of boughs, for it was quite twenty feet long
by twelve or fifteen broad.

At its eastern end was a doorway or opening closed with a heavy
curtain. Here I paused full of tremors, and listened, for to tell the
truth I dreaded to draw that curtain, fearing what I might see within.
Gathering up my courage at length I tore it aside and, a revolver in
my hand, looked in. At first after the strong light without, for the
sun was now well up, I could see nothing, since those green boughs and
palm leaves were very closely woven. As my eyes grew accustomed to the
gloom, however, I perceived a glittering object seated on a kind of
throne at the end of the booth, while in a double row in front knelt
six white-robed women who seemed to wear chains about their necks and
carried large knives slung round their middles. On the floor between
these women and the throne lay a dead man, a priest of some sort as I
gathered from his garb, who still held a huge spear in his hand. So
silent were the figure on the throne and those that knelt before it,
that at first I thought that all of them must be dead.

"Lady Sad-Eyes," whispered Hans, "and her bride-women. Doubtless that
old Predikant came to kill her when he saw that the battle was lost,
but the bride-women killed him with their knives."

Here I may state that Hans' suppositions proved to be quite correct,
which shows how quick and deductive was his mind. The figure on the
throne was Inez; the priest in his disappointed rage /had/ come to
kill her, and the bride-women had killed /him/ with their knives
before he could do so.

I bade the Zulus tear down the curtain and pull away some of the end
boughs, so as to let in more light. Then we advanced up the place,
holding our pistols and spears in readiness. The kneeling women turned
their heads to look at us and I saw that they were all young and
handsome in their fashion, although fierce-faced. Also I saw their
hands go to the knives they wore. I called to them to let these be and
come out, and that if they did so they had nothing to fear. But if
they understood, they did not heed my words.

On the contrary while Hans and I covered them with our pistols,
fearing lest they should stab the person on the throne whom we took to
be Inez, at some word from one of them, they bowed simultaneously
towards her, then at another word, suddenly they drew the knives and
plunged them to their own hearts!

It was a dreadful sight and one of which I never saw the like. Nor to
this day do I know why the deed was done, unless perhaps the women
were sworn to the service of the new queen and feared that if they
failed to protect her, they would be doomed to some awful end. At any
rate we got them out dead or dying, for their blows had been strong
and true, and not one of them lived for more than a few minutes.

Then I advanced to the figure on the throne, or rather foot-stooled
chair of black wood inlaid with ivory, which sat so silent and
motionless that I was certain it was that of a dead woman, especially
when I perceived that she was fastened to the chair with leather
straps, which were sewn over with gold wire. Also she was veiled and,
with one exception, made up, if I may use the term, exactly to
resemble the lady Ayesha, even down to the two long plaits of black
hair, each finished with some kind of pearl and to the sandalled feet.

The exception was that about her hung a great necklace of gold
ornaments from which were suspended pendants also of gold representing
the rayed disc of the sun in rude but bold and striking workmanship.

I went to her and having cut the straps, since I could not stop to
untie their knots, lifted the veil.

Beneath it was Inez sure enough, and Inez living, for her breast rose
and fell as she breathed, but Inez senseless. Her eyes were wide open,
yet she was quite senseless. Probably she had been drugged, or perhaps
some of the sights of horror which she saw, had taken away her mind. I
confess that I was glad that this was so, who otherwise must have told
her the dreadful story of her father's end.

We bore her out and away from that horrible place, apparently quite
unhurt, and laid her under the shadow of a tree till a litter could be
procured. I could do no more who knew not how to treat her state, and
had no spirits with me to pour down her throat.



This was the end of our long pursuit, and thus we rescued Inez, whom
the Zulus called the Lady Sad-Eyes.



                             CHAPTER XIX

                              THE SPELL

Of our return to Kr I need say nothing, except that in due course we
reached that interesting ruin. The journey was chiefly remarkable for
one thing, that on this occasion, I imagine for the first and last
time in his life, Umslopogaas consented to be carried in a litter, at
least for part of the way. He was, as I have said, unwounded, for the
axe of his mighty foe had never once so much as touched his skin. What
he suffered from was shock, a kind of collapse, since, although few
would have thought it, this great and utterly fearless warrior was at
bottom a nervous, highly-strung man.

It is only the nervous that climb the highest points of anything, and
this is true of fights as of all others. That fearful fray with Rezu
had been a great strain on the Zulu. As he put it himself, "the wizard
had sucked the strength" out of him, especially when he found that
owing to his armour he could not harm him in front, and owing to his
cunning could not get at him behind. Then it was that he conceived the
desperate expedient of leaping over his head and smiting backwards as
he leapt, a trick, he told me, that he had once played years before
when he was young, in order to break a shield ring and reach one who
stood in its centre.

In this great leap over Rezu's head Umslopogaas knew that he must
succeed, or be slain, which in turn would mean my death and that of
the others. For this reason he faced the shame of seeming to fly in
order to gain the higher ground, whence alone he could gather the
speed necessary to such a terrific spring.

Well, he made it and thereby conquered, and this was the end, but as
he said, it had left him, "weak as a snake when it crawls out of its
hole into the sun after the long winter sleep."

Of one thing, Umslopogaas added, he was thankful, namely that Rezu had
never succeeded in getting his arms round him, since he was quite
certain that if he had he would have broken him "as a baboon breaks a
mealie-stalk." No strength, not even his, could have resisted the iron
might of that huge, gorilla-like man.

I agreed with him who had noted Rezu's vast chest and swelling
muscles, also the weight of the blows that he struck with the steel-
hafted axe (which, by the way, when I sought for it, was missing,
stolen, I suppose, by one of the Amahagger).

Whence did that strength come, I wondered, in one who from his face
appeared to be old? Was there perchance, after all, some truth in the
legend of Samson and did it dwell in that gigantic beard and those
long locks of his? It was impossible to say and probably the man was
but a Herculean freak, for that he was as strong as Hercules all the
stories that I heard afterwards of his feats, left little room for
doubt.

About one thing only was I certain in connection with him, namely,
that the tales of his supernatural abilities were the merest humbug.
He was simply one of the representatives of the family of "strong
men," of whom examples are still to be seen doing marvellous feats all
over the earth.

For the rest, he was dead and broken up by those Amahagger blood-
hounds before I could examine him, or his body-armour either, and
there was an end of him and his story. But when I looked at the corpse
of poor Robertson, which I did as we buried it where he fell, and saw
that though so large and thick-set, it was cleft almost in two by a
single blow of Rezu's axe, I came to understand what the might of this
savage must have been.

I say savage, but I am not sure that this is a right description of
Rezu. Evidently he had a religion of a sort, also imagination, as was
shown by the theft of the white woman to be his queen; by his veiling
of her to resemble Ayesha whom he dreaded; by the intended
propitiatory sacrifice; by the guard of women sworn to her service who
slew the priest that tried to kill her, and afterwards committed
suicide when they had failed in their office, and by other things. All
this indicated something more than savagery, perhaps survivals from a
forgotten civilisation, or perhaps native ability on the part of an
individual ruler. I do not know and it matters nothing.

Rezu is dead and the world is well rid of him, and those who want to
learn more of his people can go to study such as remain of them in
their own habitat, which for my part I never wish to visit any more.



During our journey to Kr poor Inez never stirred. Whenever I went to
look at her in the litter, I found her lying there with her eyes open
and a fixed stare upon her face which frightened me very much, since I
began to fear lest she should die. However I could do nothing to help
her, except urge the bearers to top speed. So swiftly did we travel
down the hill and across the plain that we reached Kr just as the sun
was setting. As we crossed the moat I perceived old Billali coming to
meet us. This he did with many bows, keeping an anxious eye upon the
litter which he had learned contained Umslopogaas. Indeed his attitude
and that of the Amahagger towards the two of us, and even Hans,
thenceforward became almost abject, since after our victory over Rezu
and his death beneath the axe, they looked upon us as half divine and
treated us accordingly.

"O mighty General," he said, "She-who-commands bids me conduct the
lady who is sick to the place that has been made ready for her, which
is near your own so that you may watch over her if you will."

I wondered how Ayesha knew that Inez was sick, but being too tired to
ask questions, merely bade him lead on. This he did, taking us to
another ruined house next to our own quarters which had been swept,
cleaned and furnished after a fashion, and moreover cleverly roofed in
with mats, so that it was really quite comfortable. Here we found two
middle-aged women of a very superior type, who, Billali informed me,
were by trade nurses of the sick. Having seen her laid upon her bed, I
committed Inez to their charge, since the case was not one that I
dared to try to doctor myself, not knowing what drug of the few I
possessed should be administered to her. Moreover Billali comforted me
with the information that soon She-who-commands would visit her and
"make her well again," as she could do.

I answered that I hoped so and went to our quarters where I found an
excellent meal ready cooked and with it a stone flagon, of the
contents of which Billali said we were all three to drink by the
command of Ayesha, who declared that it would take away our weariness.

I tried the stuff, which was pale yellow in colour like sherry and,
for aught I knew, might be poison, to find it most comforting, though
it did not seem to be very strong to the taste. Certainly, too, its
effects were wonderful, since presently all my great weariness fell
from me like a discarded cloak, and I found myself with a splendid
appetite and feeling better and stronger than I had done for years. In
short that drink was a "cocktail" of the best, one of which I only
wish I possessed the recipe, though Ayesha told me afterwards that it
was distilled from quite harmless herbs and not in any sense a spirit.

Having discovered this, I gave some of it to Hans, also to
Umslopogaas, who was with the wounded Zulus, who, we found, were
progressing well towards complete recovery, and lastly to Goroko who
also was worn out. On all of these the effect of that magical brew
proved most satisfactory.

Then, having washed, I ate a splendid dinner, though in this respect
Hans, who was seated on the ground nearby, far outpassed my finest
efforts.

"Baas," he said, "things have gone very well with us when they might
have gone very ill. The Baas Red-Beard is dead, which is a good thing,
since a madman would have been difficult to look after, and a brain
full of moonshine is a bad companion for any one. Oh! without doubt he
is better dead, though your reverend father the Predikant will have a
hard job looking after him there in the Place of Fires."

"Perhaps," I said with a sigh, "since it is better to be dead than to
live a lunatic. But what I fear is that the lady his daughter will
follow him."

"Oh, no! Baas," replied Hans cheerfully, "though I daresay that she
will always be a little mad also, because you see it is in her blood
and doubtless she has looked on dreadful things. But the Great
Medicine will see to it that she does not die after we have taken so
much trouble and gone into such big dangers to save her. That Great
Medicine is very wonderful, Baas. First of all it makes you General
over those Amahagger who without you would never have fought, as the
Witch who ties up her head in a cloth knew well enough. Then it brings
us safe through the battle and gives strength to Umslopogaas to kill
the old man-eating giant."

"Why did it not give /me/ strength to kill him, Hans? I let him have
two Express bullets on his chest, which hurt him no more than a tap
upon the horns with a dancing stick would hurt a bull-buffalo."

"Oh! Baas, perhaps you missed him, who because you hit things
sometimes, think that you do so always."

Having waited to see if I would rise to this piece of insolence, which
of course I did not, he went on by way of letting me down easily, "Or
perhaps he wore very good armour under his beard, for I saw some of
those Amahagger who pulled his hair off and cut him to pieces, go away
with what looked like little bits of brass. Also the Great Medicine
meant that he should be killed by Umslopogaas and not by you, since
otherwise Umslopogaas would have been sad for the rest of his life,
whereas now he will walk about the world as proud as a cock with two
tails and crow all night as well as all day. Then, Baas, when Rezu
broke the square and the Amahagger began to run, without doubt it was
the Great Medicine which changed their hearts and made them brave
again, so that they charged at the right moment when they saw it going
forward on your breast, and instead of being eaten up, ate up the
cannibals."

"Indeed! I thought that the Lady who dwells yonder had something to do
with that business. Did you see her, Hans?"

"Oh, yes! I saw her, Baas, and I think that without doubt she lifted
the cloth from over her head and when the people of Rezu saw how ugly
was the face beneath, it did frighten them a little. But doubtless the
Great Medicine put that thought into her also, for, Baas, what could a
silly woman do in such a case? Did you ever know of a woman who was of
any use in a battle, or for anything else except to nurse babies, and
this one does not even do that, no doubt because being so hideous
under that sheet, no man can be found to marry her."

Now I looked up by chance and in the light of the lamps saw Ayesha
standing in the room, which she had entered through the open doorway,
within six feet of Hans' back indeed.

"Be sure Baas," he went on, "that this bundle of rags is nothing but a
common old cheat who frightens people by pretending to be a spook, as,
if she dared to say that it was she who made those stinking Amahagger
charge, and not the Great Medicine of the Opener-of-Roads, I would
tell her to her face."

Now I was too paralysed to speak, and while I was reflecting that it
was fortunate Ayesha did not understand Dutch, she moved a little so
that one of the lamps behind her caused her shadow to fall on to the
back of the squatting Hans and over it on to the floor beyond. He saw
it and stared at the distorted shape of the hooded head, then slowly
screwed his neck round and looked upwards behind him.

For a moment he went on staring as though he were frozen, then
uttering a wild yell, he scrambled to his feet, bolted out of the
house and vanished into the night.

"It seems, Allan," said Ayesha slowly, "that yonder yellow ape of
yours is very bold at throwing sticks when the leopardess is not
beneath the tree. But when she comes it is otherwise with him. Oh!
make no excuse, for I know well that he was speaking ill things of me,
because being curious, as apes are, he burns to learn what is behind
my veil, and being simple, believes that no woman would hide her face
unless its fashion were not pleasing to the nice taste of men."

Then, to my relief, she laughed a little, softly, which showed me that
she had a sense of humour, and went on, "Well, let him be, for he is a
good ape and courageous in his fashion, as he showed when he went out
to spy upon the host of Rezu, and stabbed the murderer-priest by the
stone of sacrifice."

"How can you know the words of Hans, Ayesha," I asked, "seeing that he
spoke in a tongue which you have never learned?"

"Perchance I read faces, Allan."

"Or backs," I suggested, remembering that his was turned to her.

"Or backs, or voices, or hearts. It matters little which, since read I
do. But have done with such childish talk and lead me to this maiden
who has been snatched from the claws of Rezu and a fate that is worse
than death. Do you understand, Allan, that ere the demon Rezu took her
to wife, the plan was to sacrifice her own father to her and then eat
him as the woman with her was eaten, and before her eyes? Now the
father is dead, which is well, as I think the little yellow man said
to you--nay, start not, I read it from his back [Ha!--JB]--since had
he lived whose brain was rotted, he would have raved till his death's
day. Better, therefore, that he should die like a man fighting against
a foe unconquerable by all save one. But she still lives."

"Aye, but mindless, Ayesha."

"Which, in great trouble such as she has passed, is a blessed state, O
Allan. Bethink you, have there not been days, aye and months, in your
own life when you would have rejoiced to sleep in mindlessness? And
should we not, perchance, be happier, all of us, if like the beasts we
could not remember, foreknow and understand? Oh! men talk of Heaven,
but believe me, the real Heaven is one of dreamless sleep, since life
and wakefulness, however high their scale and on whatever star, mean
struggle, which being so oft mistaken, must breed sorrow--or remorse
that spoils all. Come now."

So I preceded her to the next ruined house where we found Inez lying
on the bed still clothed in her barbaric trappings, although the veil
had been drawn off her face. There she lay, wide-eyed and still, while
the women watched her. Ayesha looked at her a while, then said to me,

"So they tricked her out to be Ayesha's mock and image, and in time
accepted by those barbarians as my very self, and even set the seals
of royalty on her," and she pointed to the gold discs stamped with the
likeness of the sun. "Well, she is a fair maiden, white and gently
bred, the first such that I have seen for many an age. Nor did she
wish this trickery. Moreover she has taken no hurt; her soul has sunk
deep into a sea of horror and that is all, whence doubtless it can be
drawn again. Yet I think it best that for a while she should remember
naught, lest her brain break, as did her father's, and therefore no
net of mine shall drag her back to memory. Let that return gently in
future days, and then of it not too much, for so shall all this terror
become to her a void in which sad shapes move like shadows, and as
shadows are soon forgot and gone, no more to be held than dreams by
the awakening sense. Stand aside, Allan, and you women, leave us for a
while."

I obeyed, and the women bowed and went. Then Ayesha drew up her veil,
and knelt down by the bed of Inez, but in such a fashion that I could
not see her face although I admit that I tried to do so. I could see,
however, that she set her lips against those of Inez and as I gathered
by her motions, seemed to breathe into her lips. Also she lifted her
hands and placing one of them upon the heart of Inez, for a minute or
more swayed the other from side to side above her eyes, pausing at
times to touch her upon the forehead with her finger-tips.

Presently Inez stirred and sat up, whereon Ayesha took a vessel of
milk which stood upon the floor and held it to her lips. Inez drank to
the last drop, then sank on to the bed again. For a while longer
Ayesha continued the motions of her hands, then let fall her veil and
rose.

"Look, I have laid a spell upon her," she said, beckoning to me to
draw near.

I did so and perceived that now the eyes of Inez were shut and that
she seemed to be plunged in a deep and natural sleep.

"So she will remain for this night and that day which follows," said
Ayesha, "and when she wakes it will be, I think, to believe herself
once more a happy child. Not until she sees her home again will she
find her womanhood, and then all this story will be forgotten by her.
Of her father you must tell her that he died when you went out to hunt
the river-beasts together, and if she seeks for certain others, that
they have gone away. But I think that she will ask little more when
she learns that he is dead, since I have laid that command upon her
soul."

"Hypnotic suggestion," thought I to myself, "and I only hope to heaven
that it will work."

Ayesha seemed to guess what was passing through my mind, for she
nodded and said,

"Have no fear, Allan, for I am what the black axe-bearer and the
little yellow man called a 'witch' which means, as you who are
instructed know, one who has knowledge of medicine and other things
and who holds a key to some of the mysteries that lie hid in Nature."

"For instance," I suggested, "of how to transport yourself into a
battle at the right moment, and out of it again--also at the right
moment."

"Yes, Allan, since watching from afar, I saw that those Amahagger curs
were about to flee and that I was needed there to hearten them and to
put fear into the army of Rezu. So I came."

"But how did you come, Ayesha?"

She laughed as she answered,

"Perhaps I did not come at all. Perhaps you only thought I came; since
I seemed to be there the rest matters nothing."

As I still looked unconvinced she went on,

"Oh! foolish man, seek not to learn of that which is too high for you.
Yet listen. You in your ignorance suppose that the soul dwells within
the body, do you not?"

I answered that I had always been under this impression.

"Yet, Allan, it is otherwise, for the body dwells within the soul."

"Like the pearl in an oyster," I suggested.

"Aye, in a sense, since the pearl which to you is beautiful, is to the
oyster a sickness and a poison, and so is the body to the soul whose
temple it troubles and defiles. Yet round it is the white and holy
soul that ever seeks to bring the vile body to its own purity and
colour, yet oft-times fails. Learn, Allan, that flesh and spirit are
the deadliest foes joined together by a high decree that they may
forget their hate and perfect each other, or failing, be separate to
all eternity, the spirit going to its own place and the flesh to its
corruption."

"A strange theory," I said.

"Aye, Allan, and one which is so new to you that never will you
understand it. Yet it is true and I set it out for this reason. The
soul of man, being at liberty and not cooped within his narrow breast,
is in touch with that soul of the Universe, which men know as God Whom
they call by many names. Therefore it has all knowledge and perhaps
all power, and at times the body within it, if it be a wise body, can
draw from this well of knowledge and abounding power. So at least can
I. And now you will understand why I am so good a doctoress and how I
came to appear in the battle, as you said, at the right time, and to
leave it when my work was done."

"Oh! yes," I answered, "I quite understand. I thank you much for
putting it so plainly."

She laughed a little, appreciating my jest, looked at the sleeping
Inez, and said,

"The fair body of this lady dwells in a large soul, I think, though
one of a somewhat sombre hue, for souls have their colours, Allan, and
stain that which is within them. She will never be a happy woman."

"The black people named her Sad-Eyes," I said.

"Is it so? Well, I name her Sad-Heart, though for such often there is
joy at last. Meanwhile she will forget; yes, she will forget the worst
and how narrow was the edge between her and the arms of Rezu."

"Just the width of the blade of the axe, /Inkosikaas/," I answered.
"But tell me, Ayesha, why could not that axe cut and why did my
bullets flatten or turn aside when these smote the breast of Rezu?"

"Because his front-armour was good, Allan, I suppose," she replied
indifferently, "and on his back he wore none."

"Then why did you fill my ears with such a different tale about that
horrible giant having drunk of a Cup of Life, and all the rest?" I
asked with irritation.

"I have forgotten, Allan. Perhaps because the curious, such as you
are, like to hear tales even stranger than their own, which in the
days to be may become their own. Therefore you will be wise to believe
only what I do, and of what I tell you, nothing."

"I don't," I exclaimed exasperated.

She laughed again and replied,

"What need to say to me that which I know already? Yet perhaps in the
future it may be different, since often by the alchemy of the mind the
fables of our youth are changed into the facts of our age, and we come
to believe in anything, as your little yellow man believes in some
savage named Zikali, and those Amahagger believe in the talisman round
your neck, and I who am the maddest of you all, believe in Love and
Wisdom, and the black warrior, Umslopogaas, believes in the virtue of
that great axe of his, rather than in those of his own courage and of
the strength that wields it. Fools, every one of us, though perchance
I am the greatest fool among them. Now take me to the warrior,
Umslopogaas, whom I would thank, as I thank you, Allan, and the little
yellow man, although he jeers at me with his sharp tongue, not knowing
that if I were angered, with a breath I could cause him to cease to
be."

"Then why did you not choose Rezu to cease to be, and his army also,
Ayesha?"

"It seems that I have done these things through the axe of Umslopogaas
and by the help of your generalship, Allan. Why then, waste my own
strength when yours lay to my hand?"

"Because you had no power over Rezu, Ayesha, or so you told me."

"Have I not said that my words are snowflakes, meant to melt and leave
no trace, hiding my thoughts as this veil hides my beauty? Yet as the
beauty is beneath the veil, perchance there is truth beneath the
words, though not that truth you think. So you are well answered, and
for the rest, I wonder whether Rezu thought I had no power over him
when yonder on the mountain spur he saw me float down upon his
companies like a spirit of the night. Well, perchance some day I shall
learn this and many other things."

I made no answer, since what was the use of arguing with a woman who
told me frankly that all she said was false. So, although I longed to
ask her why these Amahagger had such reverence for the talisman that
Hans called the Great Medicine, since now I guessed that her first
explanations concerning it were quite untrue, I held my tongue.

Yet as we went out of the house, by some coincidence she alluded to
this very matter.

"I wish to tell you, Allan," she said, "why it was those Amahagger
would not accept you as a General till their eyes had seen that which
you wear upon your breast. Their tale of a legend of this very thing
seemed that of savages or of their cunning priests, not to be believed
by a wise man such as you are, like some others that you have heard in
Kr. Yet it has in it a grain of truth, for as it chanced a little
while ago, about a hundred years ago, I think, the old wizard whose
picture is cut upon the wood, came to visit her who held my place
before me as ruler of this tribe--she was very like me and as I
believe, my mother, Allan--because of her repute for wisdom.

"At that time I have heard there was a question of war between the
worshippers of Lulala and the grandfather of Rezu. But this Zikali
told the People of Lulala that they must not fight the People of Rezu
until in a day to come a white man should visit Kr and bring with him
a piece of wood on which was cut the image of a dwarf like to that of
Zikali himself. Then and not before they must fight and conquer the
People of Rezu. Now this story came down among them and you who may
have thought the first tale magical, will understand it in its
simplicity: is it not so, you wise Allan?"

"Oh! yes," I answered, "except that I do not see how Zikali can have
come here a hundred years ago, since men do not live as long, although
he pretends to have done so."

"No, Allan, nor do I, but perhaps it was his father, or his
grandfather who came, since being observant, you will have noted that
if the parent is mis-formed, so often are the descendants; also that
the pretence of wizardry at times comes down with the blood."

Again I made no answer for I saw that Ayesha was fooling me, and
before she could exhaust that amusement we reached the place where
Umslopogaas and his men were gathered round a camp fire. He sat
silent, but Goroko with much animation was telling the story of the
fight in picturesque and colourful language, or that part of it which
he had seen, for the benefit of the two wounded men who took no share
in it and who, lying on their blankets with heads thrust forward, were
listening with eagerness to the entrancing tale. Suddenly they caught
sight of Ayesha, and those of the party who could stand sprang to
their feet, while one and all they gave her the royal salute of
/Bayte/.

She waited till the sound had died away. Then she said,

"I come to thank you and your men, O Wielder of the Axe, who have
shown yourself very great in battle, and to say to you that my Spirit
tells me that every one of you, yes, even those who are still sick,
will come safe to your own land again and live out your years with
honour."

Again they saluted at this pleasing intelligence, when I had
translated it to them, for of course they knew no Arabic. Then she
went on,

"I am told, Umslopogaas, Son of the Lion, as a certain king was named
in your land, that the fight you made against Rezu was a very great
fight, and that such a leap as yours above his head when you smote him
with the axe on the hinder parts where he wore no armour, and brought
him to his death, has not been seen before, nor will be again."

I rendered the words, and Umslopogaas, preferring truth to modesty,
replied emphatically that this was the case.

"Because of that fight and that leap," Ayesha went on, "as for other
deeds that you have done and will do, my Spirit tells me that your
name will live in story for many generations. Yet of what use is fame
to the dead? Therefore I make you an offer. Bide here with me and you
shall rule these Amahagger, and with them the remnant of the People of
Rezu. Your cattle shall be countless and your wives the fairest in the
land, and your children many, for I will lift a certain curse from off
you so that no more shall you be childless. Do you accept, O Holder of
the Axe?"

When he understood, Umslopogaas, after pondering a moment, asked if I
meant to stay in this land and marry the white chieftainess who spoke
such wise words and could appear and disappear in the battle at her
will, and like a mountain-top hid her head in a cloud, which was his
way of alluding to her veil.

I answered at once and with decision that I intended to do nothing of
the sort and immediately regretted my words, since, although I spoke
in Zulu, I suppose she read their meaning from my face. At any rate
she understood the drift of them.

"Tell him, Allan," she said with a kind of icy politeness, "that you
will not stop here and marry me, because if ever I chose a husband he
would not be a little man at the doors of whose heart so many women's
hands have knocked--yes, even those that are black--and not, I think,
in vain. One, moreover, who holds himself so clever that he believes
he has nothing left to learn, and in every flower of truth that is
shown to him, however fair, smells only poison, and beneath, nurturing
it, sees only the gross root of falsehood planted in corruption. Tell
him these things, Allan, if it pleases you."

"It does not please me," I answered in a rage at her insults.

"Nor is it needful, Allan, since if I caught the meaning of that
barbarous tongue you use aright, you have told him already. Well, let
the jest pass, O man who least of all things desires to be Ayesha's
husband, and whom Ayesha least of all things desires as her spouse,
and ask the Axe-bearer nothing since I perceive that without you he
will not stay at Kr. Nor indeed is it fated that he should do so, for
now my Spirit tells me what it hid from me when I spoke a moment gone,
that this warrior shall die in a great fight far away and that between
then and now much sorrow waits him who save that of one, knows not how
to win the love of women. Let him say moreover what reward he desires
since if I can give it to him, it shall be his."

Again I translated. Umslopogaas received her prophecies in stoical
silence, and as I thought with indifference, and only said in reply,

"The glory that I have won is my reward and the only boon I seek at
this queen's hands is that if she can she should give me sight of a
woman for whom my heart is hungry, and with it knowledge that this
woman lives in that land whither I travel like all men."

When she heard these words Ayesha said,

"True, I had forgotten. Your heart also is hungry, I think, Allan, for
the vision of sundry faces that you see no more. Well, I will do my
best, but since only faith fulfils itself, how can I who must strive
to pierce the gates of darkness for one so unbelieving, know that they
will open at my word? Come to me, both of you, at the sunset
to-morrow."

Then as though to change the subject, she talked to me for a long
while about Kr, of which she told me a most interesting history, true
or false, that I omit here.

At length, as though suddenly she had grown tired, waving her hand to
show that the conversation was ended, Ayesha went to the wounded men
and touched them each in turn.

"Now they will recover swiftly," she said, and leaving the place was
gone into the darkness.



                              CHAPTER XX

                          THE GATE OF DEATH

Before turning in I examined these wounded men for myself. The truth
is that I was anxious to learn their exact condition in order that I
might make an estimate as to when it would be possible for us to leave
this valley or crater bottom of Kr, of which I was heartily tired.
Who could desire to stay in a place where he had not only been
involved in a deal of hard, doubtful, and very dangerous fighting from
which all personal interest was absent, but where also he was meshed
in a perfect spider's web of bewilderment, and exposed to continual
insult into the bargain?

For that is what it came to; this Ayesha took every opportunity to
jeer at and affront me. And why? Just because I had conceived doubts,
which somehow she discovered, of the amazing tales with which it had
amused her to stuff me, as a farmer's wife does a turkey poult with
meal pellets. How could she expect me, a man, after all, of some
experience, to believe such lies, which, not half an hour before, in
the coolest possible fashion she had herself admitted to be lies and
nothing else, told for the mere pleasure of romancing?

The immortal Rezu, for instance, who had drunk of the Cup of Life or
some such rubbish, now turned out to be nothing but a brawny savage
descended from generations of chiefs also called Rezu. Moreover the
immemorial Ayesha, who also had drunk of Cups of Life, and according
to her first story, had lived in this place for thousands of years,
had come here with a mother, who filled the same mystic rle before
her for the benefit of an extremely gloomy and disagreeable tribe of
Semitic savages. Yet she was cross with me because I had not swallowed
her crude and indigestible mixture of fable and philosophy without a
moment's question.

At least I supposed that this was the reason, though another possible
explanation did come into my mind. I had refused to be duly overcome
by her charms, not because I was unimpressed, for who could be, having
looked upon that blinding beauty even for a moment? but rather
because, after sundry experiences, I had at last attained to some
power of judgment and learned what it is best to leave alone. Perhaps
this had annoyed her, especially as no white man seemed to have come
her way for a long while and the fabulous Kallikrates had not put in
his promised appearance.

Also it was unfortunate that in one way or another--how did she do it,
I wondered--she had interpreted Umslopogaas' question to me about
marrying her, and my compromising reply. Not that for one moment, as I
saw very clearly, did she wish to marry me. But that fact, intuition
suggested to my mind, did not the least prevent her from being angry
because I shared her views upon this important subject.

Oh! the whole thing was a bore and the sooner I saw the last of that
veiled lady and the interesting but wearisome ruins in which she
dwelt, the better I should be pleased, although apparently I must trek
homewards with a poor young woman who was out of her mind, leaving the
bones of her unfortunate father behind me. I admitted to myself,
however, that there were consolations in the fact that Providence had
thus decreed, for Robertson since he gave up drink had not been a
cheerful companion, and two mad people would really have been more
than I could manage.

To return, for these reasons I examined the two wounded Zulus with
considerable anxiety, only to discover another instance of the
chicanery which it amused this Ayesha to play off upon me. For what
did I find? That they were practically well. Their hurts, which had
never been serious, had healed wonderfully in that pure air, as those
of savages have a way of doing, and they told me themselves that they
felt quite strong again. Yet with colossal impudence Ayesha had
managed to suggest to my mind that she was going to work some
remarkable cure upon them, who were already cured.

Well, it was of a piece with the rest of her conduct and there was
nothing to do except go to bed, which I did with much gratitude that
my resting place that night was not of another sort. The last thing I
remember was wondering how on earth Ayesha appeared and disappeared in
the course of that battle, a problem as to which I could find no
solution, though, as in the case of the others, I was sure that one
would occur to me in course of time.

I slept like a top, so soundly indeed that I think there was some kind
of soporific in the pick-me-up which looked like sherry, especially as
the others who had drunk of it also passed an excellent night.

About ten o'clock on the following morning I awoke feeling
particularly well and quite as though I had been enjoying a week at
the seaside instead of my recent adventures, which included an
abominable battle and some agonising moments during which I thought
that my number was up upon the board of Destiny.

I spent the most of that day lounging about, eating, talking over the
details of the battle with Umslopogaas and the Zulus and smoking more
than usual. (I forgot to say that these Amahagger grew some capital
tobacco of which I had obtained a supply, although like most Africans,
they only used it in the shape of snuff.) The truth was that after all
my marvellings and acute anxieties, also mental and physical
exertions, I felt like the housemaid who caused to be cut upon her
tombstone that she had gone to a better land where her ambition was to
do nothing "for ever and ever." I just wanted to be completely idle
and vacuous-minded for at least a month, but as I knew that all I
could expect in that line was a single bank holiday, like a City clerk
on the spree, of it I determined to make the most.

The result was that before the evening I felt very bored indeed. I had
gone to look at Inez, who was still fast asleep, as Ayesha said would
be the case, but whose features seemed to have plumped up
considerably. The reason of this I gathered from her Amahagger nurses,
was that at certain intervals she had awakened sufficiently to swallow
considerable quantities of milk, or rather cream, which I hoped would
not make her ill. I had chatted with the wounded Zulus, who were now
walking about, more bored even than I was myself, and heaping
maledictions on their ancestral spirits because they had not been well
enough to take part in the battle against Rezu.

I even took a little stroll to look for Hans, who had vanished in his
mysterious fashion, but the afternoon was so hot and oppressive with
coming thunder, that soon I came back again and fell into a variety of
reflections that I need not detail.

While I was thus engaged and meditating, not without uneasiness, upon
the ordeal that lay before me after sunset, for I felt sure that it
would be an ordeal, Hans appeared and said that the Amahagger /impi/
or army was gathered on that spot where I had been elected to the
proud position of their General. He added that he believed--how he got
this information I do not know--that the White Lady was going to hold
a review of them and give them the rewards that they had earned in the
battle.

Hearing this, Umslopogaas and the other Zulus said that they would
like to see this review if I would accompany them. Although I did not
want to go nor indeed desired ever to look at another Amahagger, I
consented to save the trouble of argument, on condition that we should
do so from a distance.

So, including the wounded men, we strolled off and presently came to
the crumbled wall of the old city, beyond which lay the great moat now
dry, that once had encircled it with water.

Here on the top of this wall we sat down where we could see without
being seen, and observed the Amahagger companies, considerably reduced
during the battle, being marshalled by their captains beneath us and
about a couple of hundred yards away. Also we observed several groups
of men under guard. These we took to be prisoners captured in the
fight with Rezu, who, as Hans remarked with a smack of his lips, were
probably awaiting sacrifice.

I said I hoped not and yawned, for really the afternoon was intensely
hot and the weather most peculiar. The sun had vanished behind clouds,
and vapours filled the still air, so dense that at times it grew
almost dark; also when these cleared for brief intervals, the
landscape in the grey, unholy light looked distorted and unnatural, as
it does during an eclipse of the sun.

Goroko, the witch-doctor, stared round him, sniffed the air and then
remarked ocularly that it was "wizard's weather" and that there were
many spirits about. Upon my word I felt inclined to agree with him,
for my feelings were very uncomfortable, but I only replied that if
so, I should be obliged if he, as a professional, would be good enough
to keep them off me. Of course I knew that electrical charges were
about, which accounted for my sensations, and wished that I had never
left the camp.

It was during one of these periods of dense gloom that Ayesha must
have arrived upon the review ground. At least, when it lifted, there
she was in her white garments, surrounded by women and guards, engaged
apparently in making an oration, for although I could not hear a word,
I could see by the motions of her arms that she was speaking.

Had she been the central figure in some stage scene, no limelights
could have set her off to better advantage, than did those of the
heavens above her. Suddenly, through the blanket of cloud, flowing
from a hole in it that looked like an eye, came a blood-red ray which
fell full upon her, so that she alone was fiercely visible whilst all
around was gloom in which shapes moved dimly. Certainly she looked
strange and even terrifying in that red ray which stained her robe
till I who had but just come out of battle with its "confused noise,"
began to think of "the garments rolled in blood" of which I often read
in my favourite Old Testament. For crimson was she from head to foot;
a tall shape of terror and of wrath.

The eye in heaven shut and the ray went out. Then came one of the
spaces of grey light and in it I saw men being brought up, apparently
from the groups of prisoners, under guard, and, to the number of a
dozen or more, stood in a line before Ayesha.

Then I saw nothing more for a long while, because blackness seemed to
flow in from every quarter of the heavens and to block out the scene
beneath. At least after a pause of perhaps five minutes, during which
the stillness was intense, the storm broke.

It was a very curious storm; in all my experience of African tempests
I cannot recall one which it resembled. It began with the usual cold
and wailing wind. This died away, and suddenly the whole arch of
heaven was alive with little lightnings that seemed to strike
horizontally, not downwards to the earth, weaving a web of fire upon
the surface of the sky.

By the illumination of these lightnings which, but for the swiftness
of their flashing and greater intensity, somewhat resembled a dense
shower of shooting stars, I perceived that Ayesha was addressing the
men that had been brought before her, who stood dejectedly in a long
line with their heads bent, quite unattended, since their guards had
fallen back.

"If I were going to receive a reward of cattle or wives, I should look
happier than those moon-worshippers, Baas," remarked Hans
reflectively.

"Perhaps it would depend," I answered, "upon what the cattle and wives
were like. If the cattle had red-water and would bring disease into
your herd, or wild bulls that would gore you, and the wives were
skinny old widows with evil tongues, then I think you would look as do
those men, Hans."

I don't quite know what made me speak thus, but I believe it was some
sense of pending death or disaster, suggested, probably, by the
ominous character of the setting provided by Nature to the curious
drama of which we were witnesses.

"I never thought of that, Baas," commented Hans, "but it is true that
all gifts are not good, especially witches' gifts."

As he spoke the little net-like lightnings died away, leaving behind
them a gross darkness through which, far above us, the wind wailed
again.

Then suddenly all the heaven was turned into one blaze of light, and
by it I saw Ayesha standing tall and rigid with her hand pointed
towards the line of men in front of her. The blaze went out, to be
followed by blackness, and to return almost instantly in a yet fiercer
blaze which seemed to fall earthwards in a torrent of fire that
concentrated itself in a kind of flame-spout upon the spot where
Ayesha stood.

Through that flame or rather in the heart of it, I saw Ayesha and the
file of men in front of her, as the great King saw the prophets in the
midst of the furnace that had been heated sevenfold. Only these men
did not walk about in the fire; no, they fell backwards, while Ayesha
alone remained upon her feet with outstretched hand.

Next came more blackness and crash upon crash of such thunder that the
earth shook as it reverberated from the mountain cliffs. Never in my
life did I hear such fearful thunder. It frightened the Zulus so much,
that they fell upon their faces, except Goroko and Umslopogaas, whose
pride kept them upon their feet, the former because he had a
reputation to preserve as a "Heaven-herd," or Master of tempests.

I confess that I should have liked to follow their example, and lie
down, being dreadfully afraid lest the lightning should strike me. But
there--I did not.

At last the thunder died away and in the most mysterious fashion that
violent tempest came to a sudden end, as does a storm upon the stage.
No rain fell, which in itself was surprising enough and most unusual,
but in place of it a garment of the completest calm descended upon the
earth. By degrees, too, the darkness passed and the westering sun
reappeared. Its rays fell upon the place where the Amahagger companies
had stood, but now not one of them was to be seen.

They were all gone and Ayesha with them. So completely had they
vanished away that I should have thought that we suffered from
illusions, were it not for the line of dead men which lay there
looking very small and lonesome on the veld; mere dots indeed at that
distance.

We stared at each other and at them, and then Goroko said that he
would like to inspect the bodies to learn whether lightning killed at
Kr as it did elsewhere, also whether it had smitten them altogether
or leapt from man to man. This, as a professional "Heaven-herd," he
declared he could tell from the marks upon these unfortunates.

As I was curious also and wanted to make a few observations, I
consented. So with the exception of the wounded men, who I thought
should avoid the exertion, we scrambled down the dbris of the tumbled
wall and across the open space beyond, reaching the scene of the
tragedy without meeting or seeing anyone.

There lay the dead, eleven of them, in an exact line as they had
stood. They were all upon their backs with widely-opened eyes and an
expression of great fear frozen upon their faces. Some of these I
recognised, as did Umslopogaas and Hans. They were soldiers or
captains who had marched under me to attack Rezu, although until this
moment I had not seen any of them after we began to descend the ridge
where the battle took place.

"Baas," said Hans, "I believe that these were the traitors who slipped
away and told Rezu of our plans so that he attacked us on the ridge,
instead of our attacking him on the plain as we had arranged so
nicely. At least they were none of them in the battle and afterwards I
heard the Amahagger talking of some of them."

I remarked that if so the lightning had discriminated very well in
this instance.

Meanwhile Goroko was examining the bodies one by one, and presently
called out,

"These doomed ones died not by lightning but by witchcraft. There is
not a burn upon one of them, nor are their garments scorched."

I went to look and found that it was perfectly true; to all outward
appearance the eleven were quite unmarked and unharmed. Except for
their frightened air, they might have died a natural death in their
sleep.

"Does lightning always scorch?" I asked Goroko.

"Always, Macumazahn," he answered, "that is, if he who has been struck
is killed, as these are, and not only stunned. Moreover, most of
yonder dead wear knives which should have melted or shattered with the
sheaths burnt off them. Yet those knives are as though they had just
left the smith's hammer and the whet-stone," and he drew some of them
to show me.

Again it was quite true and here I may remark that my experience
tallied with that of Goroko, since I have never seen anyone killed by
lightning on whom or on whose clothing there was not some trace of its
passage.

"/Ow!/" said Umslopogaas, "this is witchcraft, not Heaven-wrath. The
place is enchanted. Let us get away lest we be smitten also who have
not earned doom like those traitors."

"No need to fear," said Hans, "since with us is the Great Medicine of
Zikali which can tie up the lightning as an old woman does a bundle of
sticks."

Still I observed that for all his confidence, Hans himself was the
first to depart and with considerable speed. So we went back to our
camp without more conversation, since the Zulus were scared and I
confess that myself I could not understand the matter, though no doubt
it admitted of some quite simple explanation.

However that might be, this Kr was a queer place with its legends,
its sullen Amahagger and its mysterious queen, to whom at times, in
spite of my inner conviction to the contrary, I was still inclined to
attribute powers beyond those that are common even among very
beautiful and able women.

This reflection reminded me that she had promised us a further
exhibition of those powers and within an hour or two. Remembering this
I began to regret that I had ever asked for any such manifestations,
for who knew what these might or might not involve?

So much did I regret it that I determined, unless Ayesha sent for us,
as she had said she would do, I would conveniently forget the
appointment. Luckily Umslopogaas seemed to be of the same way of
thinking; at any rate he went off to eat his evening meal without
alluding to it at all. So I made up my mind that I would not bring the
matter to his notice and having ascertained that Inez was still
asleep, I followed his example and dined myself, though without any
particular appetite.

As I finished the sun was setting in a perfectly clear sky, so as
there was no sign of any messenger, I thought that I would go to bed
early, leaving orders that I was not to be disturbed. But on this
point my luck was lacking, for just as I had taken off my coat, Hans
arrived and said that old Billali was without and had come to take me
somewhere.

Well, there was nothing to do but to put it on again. Before I had
finished this operation Billali himself arrived with undignified and
unusual haste. I asked him what was the matter, and he answered
inconsequently that the Black One, the slayer of Rezu, was at the door
"with his axe."

"That generally accompanies him," I replied. Then, remembering the
cause of Billali's alarm, I explained to him that he must not take too
much notice of a few hasty words spoken by an essentially gentle-
natured person whose nerve had given way beneath provocation and
bodily effort. The old fellow bowed in assent and stroked his beard,
but I noticed that while Umslopogaas was near, he clung to me like a
shadow. Perhaps he thought that nervous attacks might be recurrent,
like those of fever.

Outside the house I found Umslopogaas leaning on his axe and looking
at the sky in which the last red rays of evening lingered.

"The sun has set, Macumazahn," he said, "and it is time to visit this
white queen as she bade us, and to learn whether she can indeed lead
us 'down below' where the dead are said to dwell."

So he had not forgotten, which was disconcerting. To cover up my own
doubts I asked him with affected confidence and cheerfulness whether
he was not afraid to risk this journey "down below," that is, to the
Realm of Death.

"Why should I fear to tread a road that awaits the feet of all of us
and at the gate of which we knock day by day, especially if we chance
to live by war, as do you and I, Macumazahn?" he inquired with a quiet
dignity, which made me feel ashamed.

"Why indeed?" I answered, adding to myself, "though I should much
prefer any other highway."

After this we started without more words, I keeping up my spirits by
reflecting that the whole business was nonsense and that there could
be nothing to dread.

All too soon we passed the ruined archway and were admitted into
Ayesha's presence in the usual fashion. As Billali, who remained
outside of them, drew the curtains behind us, I observed, to my
astonishment, that Hans had sneaked in after me, and squatted down
quite close to them, apparently in the hope of being overlooked.

It seemed, as I gathered later, that somehow or other he had guessed,
or become aware of the object of our visit, and that his burning
curiosity had overcome his terror of the "White Witch." Or possibly he
hoped to discover whether or not she were so ugly as he supposed her
veil-hidden face to be. At any rate there he was, and if Ayesha
noticed him, as I think she did, for I saw by the motion of her head,
that she was looking in his direction, she made no remark.

For a while she sat still in her chair contemplating us both. Then she
said,

"How comes it that you are late? Those that seek their lost loves
should run with eager feet, but yours have tarried."

I muttered some excuse to which she did not trouble to listen, for she
went on,

"I think, Allan, that your sandals, which should be winged like to
those of the Roman Mercury, are weighted with the grey lead of fear.
Well, it is not strange, since you have come to travel through the
Gates of Death that are feared by all, even by Ayesha's self, for who
knows what he may find beyond them? Ask the Axe-Bearer if he also is
afraid."

I obeyed, rendering all that she had said into the Zulu idiom as best
I could.

"Say to the Queen," answered Umslopogaas, when he understood, "that I
fear nothing, except women's tongues. I am ready to pass the Gates of
Death and, if need be, to come back no more. With the white people I
know it is otherwise because of some dark teachings to which they
listen, that tell of terrors to be, such as we who are black do not
dread. Still, we believe that there are ghosts and that the spirits of
our fathers live on and as it chances I would learn whether this is
so, who above all things desire to met a certain ghost, for which
reason I journeyed to this far land.

"Say these things to the white Queen, Macumazahn, and tell her that if
she should send me to a place whence there is no return, I who do not
love the world, shall not blame her overmuch, though it is true that I
should have chosen to die in war. Now I have spoken."

When I had passed on all this speech to Ayesha, her comment on it was,

"This black Captain has a spirit as brave as his body, but how is it
with your spirit, Allan? Are you also prepared to risk so much? Learn
that I can promise you nothing, save that when I loose the bonds of
your mortality and send out your soul to wander in the depths of
Death, as I believe that I can do, though even of this I am not
certain--you must pass through a gate of terrors that may be closed
behind you by a stronger arm than mine. Moreover, what you will find
beyond it I do not know, since be sure of this, each of us has his own
heaven or his own hell, or both, that soon or late he is doomed to
travel. Now will you go forward, or go back? Make choice while there
is still time."

At all this ominous talk I felt my heart shrivel like a fire-withered
leaf, if I may use that figure, and my blood assume the temperature
and consistency of ice-cream. Earnestly did I curse myself for having
allowed my curiosity about matters which we are not meant to
understand to bring me to the edge of such a choice. Swiftly I
determined to temporise, which I did by asking Ayesha whether she
would accompany me upon this eerie expedition.

She laughed a little as she answered,

"Bethink you, Allan. Am I, whose face you have seen, a meet companion
for a man who desires to visit the loves that once were his? What
would they say or think, if they should see you hand in hand with such
a one?"

"I don't know and don't care," I replied desperately, "but this is the
kind of journey on which one requires a guide who knows the road.
Cannot Umslopogaas go first and come back to tell me how it has fared
with him?"

"If the brave and instructed white lord, panoplied in the world's last
Faith, is not ashamed to throw the savage in his ignorance out like a
feather to test the winds of hell and watch the while to learn whether
these blow him back unscorched, or waft him into fires whence there is
no return, perchance it might so be ordered, Allan. Ask him yourself,
Allan, if he is willing to run this errand for your sake. Or perhaps
the little yellow man----" and she paused.

At this point Hans, who having a smattering of Arabic understood
something of our talk, could contain himself no longer.

"No, Baas," he broke in from his corner by the curtain, "not /me/. I
don't care for hunting spooks, Baas, which leave no spoor that you can
follow and are always behind when you think they are in front. Also
there are too many of them waiting for me down there and how can I
stand up to them until I am a spook myself and know their ways of
fighting? Also if you should die when your spirit is away, I want to
be left that I may bury you nicely."

"Be silent," I said in my sternest manner. Then, unable to bear more
of Ayesha's mockery, for I felt that as usual she was mocking me, I
added with all the dignity that I could command,

"I am ready to make this journey through the gate of Death, Ayesha, if
indeed you can show me the road. For one purpose and no other I came
to Kr, namely to learn, if so I might, whether those who have died
upon the world, live on elsewhere. Now, what must I do?"



                             CHAPTER XXI

                              THE LESSON

"Yes," answered Ayesha, laughing very softly, "for that purpose alone,
O truth-seeking Allan, whose curiosity is so fierce that the wide
world cannot hold it, did you come to Kr and not to seek wealth or
new lands, or to fight more savages. No, not even to look upon a
certain Ayesha, of whom the old wizard told you, though I think you
have always loved to try to lift the veil that hides women's hearts,
if not their faces. Yet it was I who brought you to Kr for my own
purposes, not your desire, nor Zikali's map and talisman, since had
not the white lady who lies sick been stolen by Rezu, never would you
have pursued the journey nor found the way hither."

"How could you have had anything to do with that business?" I asked
testily, for my nerves were on edge and I said the first thing that
came into my mind.

"That, Allan, is a question over which you will wonder for a long
while either beneath or beyond the sun, as you will wonder concerning
much that has to do with me, which your little mind, shut in its iron
box of ignorance and pride, cannot understand to-day.

"For example, you have been wondering, I am sure, how the lightning
killed those eleven men whose bodies you went to look on an hour or
two ago, and left the rest untouched. Well, I will tell you at once
that it was not lightning that killed them, although the strength
within me was manifest to you in storm, but rather what that witch-
doctor of your following called wizardry. Because they were traitors
who betrayed your army to Rezu, I killed them with my wrath and by the
wand of my power. Oh! you do not believe, yet perhaps ere long you
will, since thus to fulfil your prayer I must also kill you--almost.
That is the trouble, Allan. To kill you outright would be easy, but to
kill you just enough to set your spirit free and yet leave one crevice
of mortal life through which it can creep back again, that is most
difficult; a thing that only I can do and even of myself I am not
sure."

"Pray do not try the experiment----" I began thoroughly alarmed, but
she cut me short.

"Disturb me no more, Allan, with the tremors and changes of your
uncertain mind, lest you should work more evil than you think, and
making mine uncertain also, spoil my skill. Nay, do not try to fly,
for already the net has thrown itself about you and you cannot stir,
who are bound like a little gilded wasp in the spider's web, or like
birds beneath the eyes of basilisks."

This was true, for I found that, strive as I would, I could not move a
limb or even an eyelid. I was frozen to that spot and there was
nothing for it except to curse my folly and say my prayers.

All this while she went on talking, but of what she said I have not
the faintest idea, because my remaining wits were absorbed in these
much-needed implorations.



Presently, of a sudden, I appeared to see Ayesha seated in a temple,
for there were columns about her, and behind her was an altar on which
a fire burned. All round her, too, were hooded snakes like to that
which she wore about her middle, fashioned in gold. To these snakes
she sang and they danced to her singing; yes, with flickering tongues
they danced upon their tails! What the scene signified I cannot
conceive, unless it meant that this mistress of magic was consulting
her familiars.

Then that vision vanished and Ayesha's voice began to seem very far
away and dreamy, also her wondrous beauty became visible to me through
her veil, as though I had acquired a new sense that overcame the
limitations of mortal sight. Even in this extremity I reflected it was
well that the last thing I looked on should be something so glorious.
No, not quite the last thing, for out of the corners of my eyes I saw
that Umslopogaas from a sitting position had sunk on to his back and
lay, apparently dead, with his axe still gripped tightly and held
above his head, as though his arm had been turned to ice.

After this terrible things began to happen to me and I became aware
that I was dying. A great wind seemed to catch me up and blow me to
and fro, as a leaf is blown in the eddies of a winter gale. Enormous
rushes of darkness flowed over me, to be succeeded by vivid bursts of
brightness that dazzled like lightning. I fell off precipices and at
the foot of them was caught by some fearful strength and tossed to the
very skies.

From those skies I was hurled down again into a kind of whirlpool of
inky night, round which I spun perpetually, as it seemed for hours and
hours. But worst of all was the awful loneliness from which I
suffered. It seemed to me as though there were no other living thing
in all the Universe and never had been and never would be any other
living thing. I felt as though /I/ were the Universe rushing solitary
through space for ages upon ages in a frantic search for fellowship,
and finding none.

Then something seemed to grip my throat and I knew that I had died--
for the world floated away from beneath me.

Now fear and every mortal sensation left me, to be replaced by a new
and spiritual terror. I, or rather my disembodied consciousness,
seemed to come up for judgment, and the horror of it was that I
appeared to be my own judge. There, a very embodiment of cold justice,
my Spirit, grown luminous, sat upon a throne and to it, with dread and
merciless particularity I set out all my misdeeds. It was as if some
part of me remained mortal, for I could see my two eyes, my mouth and
my hands, but nothing else--and strange enough they looked. From the
eyes came tears, from the mouth flowed words and the hands were
joined, as though in prayer to that throned and adamantine Spirit
which was ME.

It was as though this Spirit were asking how my body had served its
purposes and advanced its mighty ends, and in reply--oh! what a
miserable tale I had to tell. Fault upon fault, weakness upon
weakness, sin upon sin; never before did I understand how black was my
record. I tried to relieve the picture with some incidents of
attempted good, but that Spirit would not hearken. It seemed to say
that it had gathered up the good and knew it all. It was of the evil
that it would learn, not of the good that had bettered it, but of the
evil by which it had been harmed.

Hearing this there rose up in my consciousness some memory of what
Ayesha had said; namely, that the body lived within the temple of the
spirit which is oft defied, and not the spirit in the body.



The story was told and I hearkened for the judgment, my own judgment
on myself, which I knew would be accepted without question and
registered for good or ill. But none came, since ere the balance sank
this way or that, ere it could be uttered, I was swept afar.

Through Infinity I was swept, and as I fled faster than the light, the
meaning of what I had seen came home to me. I knew, or seemed to know
for the first time, that at the last /man must answer to himself/, or
perhaps to a divine principle within himself, that out of his own
free-will, through long ons and by a million steps, he climbs or
sinks to the heights or depths dormant in his nature; that from what
he was, springs what he is, and what he is, engenders what he shall be
for ever and aye.

Now I envisaged Immortality and splendid and awful was its face. It
clasped me to its breast and in the vast circle of its arms I was up-
borne, I who knew myself to be without beginning and without end, and
yet of the past and of the future knew nothing, save that these were
full of mysteries.

As I went I encountered others, or overtook them, making the same
journey. Robertson swept past me, and spoke, but in a tongue I could
not understand. I noted that the madness had left his eyes and that
his fine-cut features were calm and spiritual. The other wanderers I
did not know.



I came to a region of blinding light; the thought rose in me that I
must have reached the sun, or a sun, though I felt no heat. I stood in
a lovely, shining valley about which burned mountains of fire. There
were huge trees in that valley, but they glowed like gold and their
flowers and fruit were as though they had been fashioned of many-
coloured flames.

The place was glorious beyond compare, but very strange to me and not
to be described. I sat me down upon a boulder which burned like a
ruby, whether with heat or colour I do not know, by the edge of a
stream that flowed with what looked like fire and made a lovely music.
I stooped down and drank of this water of flames and the scent and the
taste of it were as those of the costliest wine.

There, beneath the spreading limbs of a fire-tree I sat, and examined
the strange flowers that grew around, coloured like rich jewels and
perfumed above imagining. There were birds also which might have been
feathered with sapphires, rubies and amethysts, and their song was so
sweet that I could have wept to hear it. The scene was wonderful and
filled me with exaltation, for I thought of the land where it is
promised that there shall be no more night.

People began to appear; men, women, and even children, though whence
they came I could not see. They did not fly and they did not walk;
they seemed to drift towards me, as unguided boats drift upon the
tide. One and all they were very beautiful, but their beauty was not
human although their shapes and faces resembled those of men and women
made glorious. None were old, and except the children, none seemed
very young; it was as though they had grown backwards or forwards to
middle life and rested there at their very best.

Now came the marvel; all these uncounted people were known to me,
though so far as my knowledge went I had never set eyes on most of
them before. Yet I was aware that in some forgotten life or epoch I
had been intimate with every one of them; also that it was the fact of
my presence and the call of my sub-conscious mind which drew them to
this spot. Yet that presence and that call were not visible or audible
to them, who, I suppose, flowed down some stream of sympathy, why or
whither they did not know. Had I been as they were perchance they
would have seen me, as it was they saw nothing and I could not speak
and tell them of my presence.

Some of this multitude, however, I knew well enough even when they had
departed years and years ago. But about these I noted this, that every
one of them was a man or a woman or a child for whom I had felt love
or sympathy or friendship. Not one was a person whom I had disliked or
whom I had no wish to see again. If they spoke at all I could not hear
--or read--their speech, yet to a certain extent I could hear their
thoughts.

Many of these were beyond the power of my appreciation on subjects
which I had no knowledge, or that were too high for me, but some were
of quite simple things such as concern us upon the earth, such as of
friendship, or learning, or journeys made or to be made, or art, or
literature, or the wonders of Nature, or of the fruits of the earth,
as they knew them in this region.

This I noted too, that each separate thought seemed to be hallowed and
enclosed in an atmosphere of prayer or heavenly aspiration, as a seed
is enclosed in the heart of a flower, or a fruit in its odorous rind,
and that this prayer or aspiration presently appeared to bear the
thought away, whither I knew not. Moreover, all these thoughts, even
of the humblest things, were beauteous and spiritual, nothing cruel or
impure or even coarse was to be found among them: they radiated
charity, purity and goodness.

Among them I perceived were none that had to do with our earth; this
and its affairs seemed to be left far behind these thinkers, a truth
that chilled my soul was alien to their company. Worse still, so far
as I could discover, although I knew that all these bright ones had
been near to me at some hour in the measurements of time and space,
not one of their musings dwelt upon me or on aught with which I had to
do.

Between me and them there was a great gulf fixed and a high wall
built.

Oh, look! One came shining like a star, and from far away came another
with dove-like eyes and beautiful exceedingly, and with this last a
maiden, whose eyes were as hers who my own heart told me was her
mother.

Well, I knew them both; they were those whom I had come to seek, the
women who had been mind upon the earth, and at the sight of them my
spirit thrilled. Surely they would discover me. Surely at least they
would speak of me and feel my presence.

But, although they stayed within a pace or two of where I rested,
alas! it was not so. They seemed to kiss and to exchange swift
thoughts about many things, high things of which I will not write, and
common things; yes, even of the shining robes they wore, but never a
one of /me!/ I strove to rise and go to them, but could not; I strove
to speak and could not; I strove to throw out my thought to them and
could not; it fell back upon my head like a stone hurled heavenward.

They were remote from me, utterly apart. I wept tears of bitterness
that I should be so near and yet so far; a dull and jealous rage
burned in my heart, and this they did seem to feel, or so I fancied;
at any rate, apparently by mutual consent, they moved further from me
as though something pained them. Yes, my love could not reach their
perfected natures, but my anger hurt them.

As I sat chewing this root of bitterness, a man appeared, a very noble
man, in whom I recognised my father grown younger and happier-looking,
but still my father, with whom came others, men and women whom I knew
to be my brothers and sisters who had died in youth far away in
Oxfordshire. Joy leapt up in me, for I thought--these will surely know
me and give me welcome, since, though here sex has lost its power,
blood must still call to blood.

But it was not so. They spoke, or interchanged their thoughts, but not
one of me. I read something that passed from my father to them. It was
a speculation as to what had brought them all together there, and read
also the answer hazarded, that perhaps it might be to give welcome to
some unknown who was drawing near from below and would feel lonely and
unfriended. Thereon my father replied that he did not see or feel this
wanderer, and thought that it could not be so, since it was his
mission to greet such on their coming.



Then in an instant all were gone and that lovely, glowing plain was
empty, save for myself seated on the ruby-like stone, weeping tears of
blood and shame and loss within my soul.



So I sat a long while, till presently I was aware of a new presence, a
presence dusky and splendid and arrayed in rich barbaric robes.
Straight she came towards me, like a thrown spear, and I knew her for
a certain royal and savage woman who on earth was named Mameena, or
"Wind-that-wailed." Moreover she divined me, though see me she could
not.

"Art there, Watcher-in-the-Night, watching in the light?" she said or
thought, I know not which, but the words came to me in the Zulu
tongue.

"Aye," she went on, "I know that thou art there; from ten thousand
leagues away I felt thy presence and broke from my own place to
welcome thee, though I must pay for it with burning chains and
bondage. How did those welcome thee whom thou camest out to seek? Did
they clasp thee in their arms and press their kisses on thy brow? Or
did they shrink away from thee because the smell of earth was on thy
hands and lips?"

I seemed to answer that they did not appear to know that I was there.

"Aye, they did not know because their love is not enough, because they
have grown too fine for love. But I, the sinner, I knew well, and here
am I ready to suffer all for thee and to give thee place within this
stormy heart of mine. Forget them, then, and come to rule with me who
still am queen in my own house that thou shalt share. There we will
live royally and when our hour comes, at least we shall have had our
day."

Now before I could reply, some power seemed to seize this splendid
creature and whirl her thence so that she departed, flashing these
words from her mind to mine,

"For a little while farewell, but remember always that Mameena, the
Wailing Wind, being still as a sinful woman in a woman's love and of
the earth, earthy, found thee, whom all the rest forgot. O Watcher-in-
the-Night, watch in the night for me, for there thou shalt find me,
the Child of Storm, again, and yet again."

She was gone and once more I sat in utter solitude upon that ruby
stone, staring at the jewelled flowers and the glorious flaming trees
and the lambent waters of the brook. What was the meaning of it all, I
wondered, and why was I deserted by everyone save a single savage
woman, and why had she a power to find me which was denied to all the
rest? Well, she had given me an answer, because she was "as a sinful
woman with a woman's love and of the earth, earthy," while with the
rest it was otherwise. Oh! this was clear, that in the heavens man has
no friend among the heavenly, save perhaps the greatest Friend of all
Who understands both flesh and spirit.

Thus I mused in this burning world which was still so beautiful, this
alien world into which I had thrust myself unwanted and unsought. And
while I mused this happened. The fiery waters of the stream were
disturbed by something and looking up I saw the cause.

A dog had plunged into them and was swimming towards me. At a glance I
knew that dog on which my eyes had not fallen for decades. It was a
mongrel, half spaniel and half bull-terrier, which for years had been
the dear friend of my youth and died at last on the horns of a wounded
wildebeeste that attacked me when I had fallen from my horse upon the
veld. Boldly it tackled the maddened buck, thus giving me time to
scramble to my rifle and shoot it, but not before the poor hound had
yielded its life for mine, since presently it died disembowelled, but
licking my hand and forgetful of its agonies. This dog, Smut by name,
it was that swam or seemed to swim the brook of fire. It scrambled to
the hither shore, it nosed the earth and ran to the ruby stone and
stared about it whining and sniffing.

At last it seemed to see or feel me, for it stood upon its hind legs
and licked my face, yelping with mad joy, as I could see though I
heard nothing. Now I wept in earnest and bent down to hug and kiss the
faithful beast, but this I could not do, since like myself it was only
shadow.



Then suddenly all dissolved in a cataract of many-coloured flames and
I fell down into an infinite gulf of blackness.



Surely Ayesha was talking to me! What did she say? What did she say? I
could not catch her words, but I caught her laughter and knew that
after her fashion she was making a mock of me. My eyelids were dragged
down as though with heavy sleep; it was difficult to lift them. At
last they were open and I saw Ayesha seated on her couch before me and
--this I noted at once--with her lovely face unveiled. I looked about
me, seeking Umslopogaas and Hans. But they were gone as I guessed they
must be, since otherwise Ayesha would not have been unveiled. We were
quite alone. She was addressing me and in a new fashion, since now she
had abandoned the formal "you" and was using the more impressive and
intimate "thou," much as is the manner of the French.

"Thou hast made thy journey, Allan," she said, "and what thou hast
seen there thou shalt tell me presently. Yet from thy mien I gather
this--that thou art glad to look upon flesh and blood again and, after
the company of spirits, to find that of mortal woman. Come then and
sit beside me and tell thy tale."

"Where are the others?" I asked as I rose slowly to obey, for my head
swam and my feet seemed feeble.

"Gone, Allan, who as I think have had enough of ghosts, which is
perhaps thy case also. Come, drink this and be a man once more. Drink
it to me whose skill and power have brought thee safe from lands that
human feet were never meant to tread," and taking a strange-shaped cup
from a stool that stood beside her, she offered it to me.

I drank to the last drop, neither knowing nor caring whether it were
wine or poison, since my heart seemed desperate at its failure and my
spirit crushed beneath the weight of its great betrayal. I suppose it
was the former, for the contents of that cup ran through my veins like
fire and gave me back my courage and the joy of life.

I stepped to the dais and sat me down upon the couch, leaning against
its rounded end so that I was almost face to face with Ayesha who had
turned towards me, and thence could study her unveiled loveliness. For
a while she said nothing, only eyed me up and down and smiled and
smiled, as though she were waiting for that wine to do its work with
me.

"Now that thou art a man again, Allan, tell me what thou didst see
when thou wast more--or less--than man."

So I told her all, for some power within her seemed to draw the truth
out of me. Nor did the tale appear to cause her much surprise.

"There is truth in thy dream," she said when I had finished; "a lesson
also."

"Then it was all a dream?" I interrupted.

"Is not everything a dream, even life itself, Allan? If so, what can
this be that thou hast seen, but a dream within a dream, and itself
containing other dreams, as in the old days the ball fashioned by the
eastern workers of ivory would oft be found to contain another ball,
and this yet another and another and another, till at the inmost might
be found a bead of gold, or perchance a jewel, which was the prize of
him who could draw out ball from ball and leave them all unbroken.
That search was difficult and rarely was the jewel come by, if at all,
so that some said there was none, save in the maker's mind. Yes, I
have seen a man go crazed with seeking and die with the mystery
unsolved. How much harder, then, is it to come at the diamond of Truth
which lies at the core of all our nest of dreams and without which to
rest upon they could not be fashioned to seem realities?"

"But was it really a dream, and if so, what were the truth and the
lesson?" I asked, determined not to allow her to bemuse or escape me
with her metaphysical talk and illustrations.

"The first question has been answered, Allan, as well as I can answer,
who am not the architect of this great globe of dreams, and as yet
cannot clearly see the ineffable gem within, whose prisoned rays
illuminate their substance, though so dimly that only those with the
insight of a god can catch their glamour in the night of thought,
since to most they are dark as glow-flies in the glare of noon."

"Then what are the truth and the lesson?" I persisted, perceiving that
it was hopeless to extract from her an opinion as to the real nature
of my experiences and that I must content myself with her deductions
from them.

"Thou tellest me, Allan, that in thy dream or vision thou didst seem
to appear before thyself seated on a throne and in that self to find
thy judge. That is the Truth whereof I spoke, though how it found its
way through the black and ignorant shell of one whose wit is so small,
is more than I can guess, since I believed that it was revealed to me
alone."

(Now I, Allan, thought to myself that I began to see the origin of all
these fantasies and that for once Ayesha had made a slip. If she had a
theory and I developed that same theory in a hypnotic condition, it
was not difficult to guess its fount. However, I kept my mouth shut,
and luckily for once she did not seem to read my mind, perhaps because
she was too much occupied in spinning her smooth web of entangling
words.)

"All men worship their own god," she went on, "and yet seem not to
know that this god dwells within them and that of him they are a part.
There he dwells and there they mould him to their own fashion, as the
potter moulds his clay, though whatever the shape he seems to take
beneath their fingers, still he remains the god infinite and
unalterable. Still he is the Seeker and the Sought, the Prayer and its
Fulfilment, the Love and the Hate, the Virtue and the Vice, since all
these qualities the alchemy of his spirit turns into an ultimate and
eternal Good. For the god is in all things and all things are in the
god, whom men clothe with such diverse garments and whose countenance
they hide beneath so many masks.

"In the tree flows the sap, yet what knows the great tree it nurtures
of the sap? In the world's womb burns the fire that gives life, yet
what of the fire knows the glorious earth it conceived and will
destroy; in the heavens the great globes swing through space and rest
not, yet what know they of the Strength that sent them spinning and in
a time to come will stay their mighty motions, or turn them to another
course? Therefore of everything this all-present god is judge, or
rather, not one but many judges, since of each living creature he
makes its own magistrate to deal out justice according to that
creature's law which in the beginning the god established for it and
decreed. Thus in the breast of everyone there is a rule and by that
rule, at work through a countless chain of lives, in the end he shall
be lifted up to Heaven, or bound about and cast down to Hell and
death."

"You mean a conscience," I suggested rather feebly, for her thoughts
and images overpowered me.

"Aye, a conscience, if thou wilt, and canst only understand that term,
though it fits my theme but ill. This is my meaning, that consciences,
as thou namest them, are many. I have one; thou, Allan, hast another;
that black Axe-bearer has a third; the little yellow man a fourth, and
so on through the tale of living things. For even a dog such as thou
sawest has a conscience and--like thyself or I--must in the end be its
own judge, because of the spark that comes to it from above, the same
spark which in me burns as a great fire, and in thee as a smouldering
ember of green wood."

"When /you/ sit in judgment on yourself in a day to come, Ayesha," I
could not help interpolating, "I trust that you will remember that
humility did not shine among your virtues."

She smiled in her vivid way--only twice or thrice did I see her smile
thus and then it was like a flash of summer lightning illumining a
clouded sky, since for the most part her face was grave and even
sombre.

"Well answered," she said. "Goad the patient ox enough and even it
will grow fierce and paw the ground.

"Humility! What have I to do with it, O Allan? Let humility be the
part of the humble-souled and lowly, but for those who reign as I do,
and they are few indeed, let there be pride and the glory they have
earned. Now I have told thee of the Truth thou sawest in thy vision
and wouldst thou hear the Lesson?"

"Yes," I answered, "since I may as well be done with it at once, and
doubtless it will be good for me."

"The Lesson, Allan, is one which thou preachest--humility. Vain man
and foolish as thou art, thou didst desire to travel the Underworld in
search of certain ones who once were all in all to thee--nay, not all
in all since of them there were two or more--but at least much. Thus
thou wouldst do because, as thou saidest, thou didst seek to know
whether they still lived on beyond the gates of Blackness. Yes, thou
saidest this, but what thou didst hope to learn in truth was whether
they lived on in /thee/ and for /thee/ only. For thou, thou in thy
vanity, didst picture these departed souls as doing naught in that
Heaven they had won, save think of thee still burrowing on the earth,
and, at times lightening thy labours with kisses from other lips than
theirs."

"Never!" I exclaimed indignantly. "Never! it is not true."

"Then I pray pardon, Allan, who only judged of thee by others that
were as men are made, and being such, not to be blamed if perchance
from time to time, they turned to look on women, who alas! were as
they are made. So at least it was when I knew the world, but mayhap
since then its richest wine has turned to water, whereby I hope it has
been bettered. At the least this was thy thought, that those women who
had been thine for an hour, through all eternity could dream of naught
else save thy perfections, and hope for naught else than to see thee
at their sides through that eternity, or such part of thee as thou
couldst spare to each of them. For thou didst forget that where they
have gone there may be others even more peerless than thou art and
more fit to hold a woman's love, which as we know on earth was ever
changeful, and perhaps may so remain where it is certain that new
lights must shine and new desires beckon. Dost understand me, Allan?"

"I think so," I answered with a groan. "I understand you to mean that
worldly impressions soon wear out and that people who have departed to
other spheres may there form new ties and forget the old."

"Yes, Allan, as do those who remain upon this earth, whence these
others have departed. Do men and women still re-marry in the world,
Allan, as in my day they were wont to do?"

"Of course--it is allowed."

"As many other things, or perchance this same thing, may be allowed
elsewhere, for when there are so many habitations from which to
choose, why should we always dwell in one of them, however strait the
house or poor the prospect?"

Now understanding that I was symbolised by the "strait house" and the
"poor prospect" I should have grown angry, had not a certain sense of
humour come to my rescue, who remembered that after all Ayesha's
satire was profoundly true. Why, beyond the earth, should anyone
desire to remain unalterably tied to and inextricably wrapped up in
such a personality as my own, especially if others of superior texture
abounded about them? Now that I came to think of it, the thing was
absurd and not to be the least expected in the midst of a thousand new
and vivid interests. I had met with one more disillusionment, that was
all.

"Dost understand, Allan," went on Ayesha, who evidently was determined
that I should drink this cup to the last drop, "that these dwellers in
the sun, or the far planet where thou hast been according to thy tale,
saw thee not and knew naught of thee? It may chance therefore that at
this time thou wast not in their minds which at others dream of thee
continually. Or it may chance that they never dream of thee at all,
having quite forgotten thee, as the weaned cub forgets its mother."

"At least there was one who seemed to remember," I exclaimed, for her
poisoned mocking stung the words out of me, "one woman and--a dog."

"Aye, the savage, who being Nature's child, a sinner that departed
hence by her own act" (how Ayesha knew this I cannot say, I never told
her), "has not yet put on perfection and therefore still remembers him
whose kiss was last upon her lips. But surely, Allan, it is not thy
desire to pass from the gentle, ordered claspings of those white souls
for the tumultuous arms of such a one as this. Still, let that be, for
who knows what men will or will not do in jealousy and disappointed
love? And the dog, it remembered also and even sought thee out, since
dogs are more faithful and single-hearted than is mankind. There at
least thou hast thy lesson, namely to grow more humble and never to
think again that thou holdest all a woman's soul for aye, because once
she was kind to thee for a little while on earth."

"Yes," I answered, jumping up in a rage, "as you say, I have my
lesson, and more of it than I want. So by your leave, I will now bid
you farewell, hoping that when it comes to be /your/ turn to learn
this lesson, or a worse, Ayesha, as I am sure it will one day, for
something tells me so, you may enjoy it more than I have done."



                             CHAPTER XXII

                          AYESHA'S FAREWELL

Thus I spoke whose nerves were on edge after all that I had seen or,
as even then I suspected, seemed to see. For how could I believe that
these visions of mine had any higher origin than Ayesha's rather
malicious imagination? Already I had formed my theory.

It was that she must be a hypnotist of power, who, after she had put a
spell upon her subject, could project into his mind such fancies as
she chose together with a selection of her own theories. Only two
points remained obscure. The first was--how did she get the necessary
information about the private affairs of a humble individual like
myself, for these were not known even to Zikali with whom she seemed
to be in some kind of correspondence, or to Hans, at any rate in such
completeness?

I could but presume that in some mysterious way she drew them from, or
rather excited them in my own mind and memory, so that I seemed to see
those with whom once I had been intimate, with modifications and in
surroundings that her intelligence had carefully prepared. It would
not be difficult for a mind like hers familiar, as I gathered it was,
with the ancient lore of the Greeks and the Egyptians, to create a
kind of Hades and, by way of difference, to change it from one of
shadow to one of intense illumination, and into it to plunge the
consciousness of him upon whom she had laid her charm of sleep. I had
seen nothing and heard nothing that she might not thus have moulded,
always given that she had access to the needful clay of facts which I
alone could furnish.

Granting this hypothesis, the second point was--what might be the
object of her elaborate and most bitter jest? Well, I thought that I
could guess. First, she wished to show her power, or rather to make me
believe that she had power of a very unusual sort. Secondly, she owed
Umslopogaas and myself a debt for our services in the war with Rezu
which we had been told would be repaid in this way. Thirdly, I had
offended her in some fashion and she took her opportunity of settling
the score. Also there was a fourth possibility--that really she
considered herself a moral instructress and desired, as she said, to
teach me a lesson by showing how futile were human hopes and vanities
in respect to the departed and their affections.

Now I do not pretend that all this analysis of Ayesha's motives
occurred to me at the moment of my interview with her; indeed, I only
completed it later after much careful thought, when I found it sound
and good. At that time, although I had inklings, I was too bewildered
to form a just judgment.

Further, I was too angry and it was from this bow of my anger that I
loosed a shaft at a venture as to some lesson which awaited /her/.
Perhaps certain words spoken by the dying Rezu had shaped that shaft.
Or perhaps some shadow of her advancing fate fell upon me.

The success of the shot, however, was remarkable. Evidently it pierced
the joints of her harness, and indeed went home to Ayesha's heart. She
turned pale; all the peach-bloom hues faded from her lovely face, her
great eyes seemed to lessen and grow dull and her cheeks to fall in.
Indeed, for a moment she looked old, very old, quite an aged woman.
Moreover she wept, for I saw two big tears drop upon her white raiment
and I was horrified.

"What has happened to you?" I said, or rather gasped.

"Naught," she answered, "save that thou hast hurt me sore. Dost thou
not know, Allan, that it is cruel to prophesy ill to any, since such
words feathered from Fate's own wing and barbed with venom, fester in
the breast and mayhap bring about their own accomplishment. Most cruel
of all is it when with them are repaid friendship and gentleness."

I reflected to myself--yes, friendship of the order that is called
candid, and gentleness such as is hid in a cat's velvet paw, but
contented myself with asking how it was that she who said she was so
powerful, came to fear anything at all.

"Because as I have told thee, Allan, there is no armour that can turn
the spear of Destiny which, when I heard those words of thine, it
seemed to me, I know not why, was directed by thy hand. Look now on
Rezu who thought himself unconquerable and yet was slain by the black
Axe-bearer and whose bones to-night stay the famine of the jackals.
Moreover I am accursed who sought to steal its servant from Heaven to
be my love, and how know I when and where vengeance will fall at last?
Indeed, it has fallen already on me, who through the long ages amid
savages must mourn widowed and alone, but not all of it--oh! I think,
not all."

Then she began to weep in good earnest, and watching her, for the
first time I understood that this glorious creature who seemed to be
so powerful, was after all one of the most miserable of women and as
much a prey to loneliness, every sort of passion and apprehensive
fear, as can be any common mortal. If, as she said, she had found the
secret of life, which of course I did not believe, at least it was
obvious that she had lost that of happiness.

She sobbed softly and wept and while she did so the loveliness, which
had left her for a little while, returned to her like light to a grey
and darkened sky. Oh, how beautiful she seemed with the abundant locks
in disorder over her tear-stained face, how beautiful beyond
imagining! My heart melted as I studied her; I could think of nothing
else except her surpassing charm and glory.

"I pray you, do not weep," I said; "it hurts me and indeed I am sorry
if I said anything to give you pain."

But she only shook that glorious hair further about her face and
behind its veil wept on.

"You know, Ayesha," I continued, "you have said many hard things to
me, making me the target of your bitter wit, therefore it is not
strange that at last I answered you."

"And hast thou not deserved them, Allan?" she murmured in soft and
broken tones from behind that veil of scented locks.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because from the beginning thou didst defy me, showing in thine every
accent that thou heldest me a liar and one of no account in body or in
spirit, one not worthy of thy kind look, or of those gentle words
which once were my portion among men. Oh! thou hast dealt hardly with
me and therefore perchance--I know not--I paid thee back with such
poor weapons as a woman holds, though all the while I liked thee
well."

Then again she fell to sobbing, swaying herself gently to and fro in
her sweet sorrow.

It was too much. Not knowing what else to do to comfort her, I patted
her ivory hand which lay upon the couch beside me, and as this
appeared to have no effect, I kissed it, which she did not seem to
resent. Then suddenly I remembered and let it fall.

She tossed back her hair from her face and fixing her big eyes on me,
said gently enough, looking down at her hand,

"What ails thee, Allan?"

"Oh, nothing," I answered; "only I remembered the story you told me
about some man called Kallikrates."

She frowned.

"And what of Kallikrates, Allan? Is it not enough that for my sins,
with tears, empty longings and repentance, I must wait for him through
all the weary centuries? Must I also wear the chains of this
Kallikrates, to whom I owe many a debt, when he is far away? Say,
didst thou see him in that Heaven of thine, Allan, for there perchance
he dwells?"

I shook my head and tried to think the thing out while all the time
those wonderful eyes of hers seemed to draw the soul from me. It
seemed to me that she bent forward and held up her face to me. Then I
lost my reason and also bent forward. Yes, she made me mad, and, save
her, I forgot all.

Swiftly she placed her hand upon my heart, saying,

"Stay! What meanest thou? Dost love me, Allan?"

"I think so--that is--yes," I answered.

She sank back upon the couch away from me and began to laugh very
softly.

"What words are these," she said, "that they pass thy lips so easily
and so unmeant, perchance from long practice? Oh! Allan, I am
astonished. Art thou the same man who some few days ago told me, and
this unasked, that as soon wouldst thou think of courting the moon as
of courting me? Art thou he who not a minute gone swore proudly that
never had his heart and his lips wandered from certain angels whither
they should not? And now, and now----?"

I coloured to my eyes and rose, muttering,

"Let me be gone!"

"Nay, Allan, why? I see no mark here," and she held up her hand,
scanning it carefully. "Thou art too much what thou wert before,
except perhaps in thy soul, which is invisible," she added with a
touch of malice. "Nor am I angry with thee; indeed, hadst thou not
tried to charm away my woe, I should have thought but poorly of thee
as a man. There let it rest and be forgotten--or remembered as thou
wilt. Still, in answer to thy words concerning my Kallikrates, what of
those adored ones that, according to thy tale, but now thou didst find
again in a place of light? Because they seemed faithless, shouldst
thou be faithless also? Shame on thee, thou fickle Allan!"

She paused, waiting for me to speak.

Well, I could not. I had nothing to say who was utterly disgraced and
overwhelmed.

"Thou thinkest, Allan," she went on, "that I have cast my net about
thee, and this is true. Learn wisdom from it, Allan, and never again
defy a woman--that is, if she be fair, for then she is stronger than
thou art, since Nature for its own purpose made her so. Whatever I
have done by tears, that ancient artifice of my sex, as in other ways,
is for thy instruction, Allan, that thou mayest benefit thereby."

Again I sprang up, uttering an English exclamation which I trust
Ayesha did not understand, and again she motioned to me to be seated,
saying,

"Nay, leave me not yet since, even if the light fancy of a man that
comes and goes like the evening wind and for a breath made me dear to
thee, has passed away, there remains certain work which we must do
together. Although, thinking of thyself alone, thou hast forgotten it,
having been paid thine own fee, one is yet due to that old wizard in a
far land who sent thee to visit Kr and me, as indeed he has reminded
me and within an hour."

This amazing statement aroused me from my personal and painful pre-
occupation and caused me to stare at her blankly.

"Again thou disbelievest me," she said, with a little stamp. "Do so
once more, Allan, and I swear I'll bring thee to grovel on the ground
and kiss my foot and babble nonsense to a woman sworn to another man,
such as never for all thy days thou shalt think of without a blush of
shame."

"Oh! no," I broke in hurriedly, "I assure you that you are mistaken. I
believe every word you have said, or say or will say; I do in truth."

"Now thou liest. Well, what is one more falsehood among so many? Let
it pass."

"What, indeed?" I echoed in eager affirmation, "and as for Zikali's
message----" and I paused.

"It was to recall to my mind that he desired to learn whether a
certain great enterprise of his will succeed, the details of which he
says thou canst tell me. Repeat them to me."

So, glad enough to get away from more dangerous topics, I narrated to
her as briefly and clearly as I could, the history of the old witch-
doctor's feud with the Royal House of Zululand. She listened, taking
in every word, and said,

"So now he yearns to know whether he will conquer or be conquered; and
that is why he sent, or thinks that he sent thee on this journey, not
for thy sake, Allan, but for his own. I cannot tell thee, for what
have I do to with the finish of this petty business, which to him
seems so large? Still, as I owe him a debt for luring the Axe-Bearer
here to rid me of mine enemy, and thee to lighten my solitude for an
hour by the burnishing of thy mind, I will try. Set that bowl before
me, Allan," and she pointed to a marble tripod on which stood a basin
half full of water, "and come, sit close by me and look into it,
telling me what thou seest."

I obeyed her instructions and presently found myself with my head over
the basin, staring into the water in the exact attitude of a person
who is about to be shampooed.

"This seems rather foolish," I said abjectly, for at that moment I
resembled the Queen of Sheba in one particular, if in no other,
namely, that there was no more spirit in me. "What am I supposed to
do? I see nothing at all."

"Look again," she said, and as she spoke the water grew clouded. Then
on it appeared a picture. I saw the interior of a Kaffir hut dimly
lighted by a single candle set in the neck of a bottle. To the left of
the door of the hut was a bedstead and on it lay stretched a wasted
and dying man, in whom, to my astonishment, I recognised Cetywayo,
King of the Zulus. At the foot of the bed stood another man--myself
grown older by many years, and leaning over the bed, apparently
whispering into the dying man's ear, was a grotesque and malevolent
figure which I knew to be that of Zikali, Opener-of-Roads, whose
glowing eyes were fixed upon the terrified and tortured face of
Cetywayo. All was as it happened afterwards, as I have written down in
the book called "Finished."

I described what I saw to Ayesha, and while I was doing so the picture
vanished away, so that nothing remained save the clear water in the
marble bowl. The story did not seem to interest her; indeed, she
leaned back and yawned a little.

"Thy vision is good, Allan," she said indifferently, "and wide also,
since thou canst see what passes in the sun or distant stars, and
pictures of things to be in the water, to say nothing of other
pictures in a woman's eyes, all within an hour. Well, this savage
business concerns me not and of it I want to know no more. Yet it
would appear that here the old wizard who is thy friend, has the
answer that he desires. For there in the picture the king he hates
lies dying while he hisses in his ear and thou dost watch the end.
What more can he seek? Tell him it when ye meet, and tell him also it
is my will that in future he should trouble me less, since I love not
to be wakened from my sleep to listen to his half-instructed talk and
savage vapourings. Indeed, he presumes too much. And now enough of him
and his dark plots. Ye have your desires, all of you, and are paid in
full."

"Over-paid, perhaps," I said with a sigh.

"Ah, Allan, I think that Lesson thou hast learned pleases thee but
little. Well, be comforted for the thing is common. Hast never heard
that there is but one morsel more bitter to the taste than desire
denied, namely, desire fulfilled? Believe me that there can be no
happiness for man until he attains a land where all desire is dead."

"That is what the Buddha preaches, Ayesha."

"Aye, I remember the doctrines of that wise man well, who without
doubt had found a key to the gate of Truth, one key only, for, mark
thou, Allan, there are many. Yet, man being man must know desires,
since without them, robbed of ambitions, strivings, hopes, fears, aye
and of life itself, the race must die, which is not the will of the
Lord of Life who needs a nursery for his servant's souls, wherein his
swords of Good and Ill shall shape them to his pattern. So it comes
about, Allan, that what we think the worst is oft the best for us, and
with that knowledge, if we are wise, let us assuage our bitterness and
wipe away our tears."

"I have often thought that," I said.

"I doubt it not, Allan, since though it has pleased me to make a jest
of thee, I know that thou hast thy share of wisdom, such little share
as thou canst gather in thy few short years. I know, too, that thy
heart is good and aspires high, and Friend--well, I find in thee a
friend indeed, as I think not for the first time, nor certainly for
the last. Mark, Allan, what I say, not a lover, but a /friend/, which
is higher far. For when passion dies with the passing of the flesh, if
there be no friendship what will remain save certain memories that,
mayhap, are well forgot? Aye, how would those lovers meet elsewhere
who were never more than lovers? With weariness, I hold, as they
stared into each other's empty soul, or even with disgust.

"Therefore the wise will seek to turn those with whom Fate mates them
into friends, since otherwise soon they will be lost for aye. More, if
they are wiser still, having made them friends, they will suffer them
to find lovers where they will. Good maxims, are they not? Yet hard to
follow, or so, perchance, thou thinkest them--as I do."



She grew silent and brooded a while, resting her chin upon her hand
and staring down the hall. Thus the aspect of her face was different
from any that I had seen it wear. No longer had it the allure of
Aphrodite or the majesty of Hera; rather might it have been that of
Athene herself. So wise it seemed, so calm, so full of experience and
of foresight, that almost it frightened me.

What was this woman's true story, I wondered, what her real self, and
what the sum of her gathered knowledge? Perhaps it was accident, or
perhaps, again, she guessed my mind. At any rate her next words seemed
in some sense an answer to these speculations. Lifting her eyes she
contemplated me a while, then said,

"My friend, we part to meet no more in thy life's day. Often thou wilt
wonder concerning me, as to what in truth I am, and mayhap in the end
thy judgment will be to write me down some false and beauteous
wanderer who, rejected of the world or driven from it by her crimes,
made choice to rule among savages, playing the part of Oracle to that
little audience and telling strange tales to such few travellers as
come her way. Perhaps, indeed, I do play this part among many others,
and if so, thou wilt not judge me wrongly.

"Allan, in the old days, mariners who had sailed the northern seas,
told me that therein amidst mist and storm float mountains of ice,
shed from dizzy cliffs which are hid in darkness where no sun shines.
They told me also that whereas above the ocean's breast appears but a
blue and dazzling point, sunk beneath it is oft a whole frozen isle,
invisible to man.

"Such am I, Allan. Of my being thou seest but one little peak
glittering in light or crowned with storm, as heaven's moods sweep
over it. But in the depths beneath are hid its white and broad
foundations, hollowed by the seas of time to caverns and to palaces
which my spirit doth inhabit. So picture me, therefore, as wise and
fair, but with a soul unknown, and pray that in time to come thou
mayest see it in its splendour.

"Hadst thou been other than thou art, I might have shown thee secrets,
making clear to thee the parable of much that I have told thee in
metaphor and varying fable, aye, and given thee great gifts of power
and enduring days of which thou knowest nothing. But of those who
visit shrines, O Allan, two things are required, worship and faith,
since without these the oracles are dumb and the healing waters will
not flow.

"Now I, Ayesha, am a shrine; yet to me thou broughtest no worship
until I won it by a woman's trick, and in me thou hast no faith.
Therefore for thee the oracle will not speak and the waters of
deliverance will not flow. Yet I blame thee not, who art as thou wast
made and the hard world has shaped thee.

"And so we part: Think not I am far from thee because thou seest me
not in the days to come, since like that Isis whose majesty alone I
still exercise on earth, I, whom men name Ayesha, am in all things. I
tell thee that I am not One but Many and, being many, am both Here and
Everywhere. When thou standest beneath the sky at night and lookest on
the stars, remember that in them mine eyes behold thee; when the soft
winds of evening blow, that my breath is on thy brow and when the
thunder rolls, that there am I riding on the lightnings and rushing
with the gale."

"Do you mean that you are the goddess Isis?" I asked, bewildered.
"Because if so why did you tell me that you were but her priestess?"

"Have it as thou wilt, Allan. All sounds do not reach thine ears; all
sights are not open to thy eyes and therefore thou art both half deaf
and blind. Perchance now that her shrines are dust and her worship is
forgot, some spark of the spirit of that immortal Lady whose chariot
was the moon, lingers on the earth in this woman's shape of mine,
though her essence dwells afar, and perchance her other name is
Nature, my mother and thine, O Allan. At the least hath not the World
a soul--and of that soul am I not mayhap a part, aye, and thou also?
For the rest are not the priest and the Divine he bows to, oft the
same?"

It was on my lips to answer, Yes, if the priest is a knave or a self-
deceiver, but I did not.

"Farewell, Allan, and let Ayesha's benison go with thee. Safe shalt
thou reach thy home, for all is prepared to take thee hence, and thy
companions with thee. Safe shalt thou live for many a year, till thy
time comes, and then, perchance, thou wilt find those whom thou hast
lost more kind than they seemed to be to-night."

She paused awhile, then added,

"Hearken unto my last word! As I have said, much that I have told thee
may bear a double meaning, as is the way of parables, to be
interpreted as thou wilt. Yet one thing is true. I love a certain man,
in the old days named Kallikrates, to whom alone I am appointed by a
divine decree, and I await him here. Oh, shouldest thou find him in
the world without, tell him that Ayesha awaits him and grows weary in
the waiting. Nay, thou wilt never find him, since even if he be born
again, by what token would he be known to thee? Therefore I charge
thee, keep my secrets well, lest Ayesha's curse should fall on thee.
While thou livest tell naught of me to the world thou knowest. Dost
thou swear to keep my secrets, Allan?"

"I swear, Ayesha."

"I thank thee, Allan," she answered, and grew silent for a while.

At length Ayesha rose and drawing herself up to the full of her
height, stood there majestic. Next she beckoned to me to come near,
for I too had risen and left the dais.

I obeyed, and bending down she held her hands over me as though in
blessing, then pointed towards the curtains which at this moment were
drawn asunder, by whom I do not know.

I went and when I reached them, turned to look my last on her.

There she stood as I had left her, but now her eyes were fixed upon
the ground and her face once more was brooding absently as though no
such a man as I had ever been. It came into my mind that already she
had forgotten me, the plaything of an hour, who had served her turn
and been cast aside.



                            CHAPTER XXIII

                         WHAT UMSLOPOGAAS SAW

Like one who drams I passed down the outer hall where stood the silent
guards as statues might, and out through the archway. Here I paused
for a moment, partly to calm my mind in the familiar surroundings of
the night, and partly because I thought that I heard someone
approaching me through the gloom, and in such a place where I might
have many enemies, it was well to be prepared.

As it chanced, however, my imaginary assailant was only Hans, who
emerged from some place where he had been hiding; a very disturbed and
frightened Hans.

"Oh, Baas," he said in a low and shaky whisper, "I am glad to see you
again, and standing on your feet, not being carried with them sticking
straight in front of you as I expected."

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh, Baas, because of the things that happened in that place where the
tall /vrouw/ with her head tied up as though she had tooth-ache, sits
like a spider in a web."

"Well, what happened, Hans?" I asked as we walked forward.

"This, Baas. The Doctoress talked and talked at you and Umslopogaas,
and as she talked, your faces began to look as though you had drunk
half a flask too much of the best gin, such as I wish I had some of
here to-night, at once wise and foolish, and full and empty, Baas.
Then you both rolled over and lay there quite dead, and whilst I was
wondering what I should do and how I should get out your bodies to
bury them, the Doctoress came down off her platform and bent, first
over you and next over Umslopogaas, whispering into the ears of both
of you. Then she took off a snake that looked as though it were made
of gold with green eyes, which she wears about her middle beneath the
long dish-cloth, Baas, and held it to your lips and next to those of
Umslopogaas."

"Well, and what then, Hans?"

"After that all sorts of things came about, Baas, and I felt as though
the whole house were travelling through the air, Baas, twice as fast
as a bullet does from a rifle. Suddenly, too, the room became filled
with fire so hot that it scorched me, and so bright that it made my
eyes water, although they can look at the sun without winking. And,
Baas, the fire was full of spooks which walked around; yes, I saw some
of them standing on your head and stomach, Baas, also on that of
Umslopogaas, whilst others went and talked to the white Doctoress as
quietly as though they had met her in the market-place and wanted to
sell her eggs or butter. Then, Baas, suddenly I saw your reverend
father, the Predikant, who looked as though he were red-hot, as
doubtless he is in the Place of Fires. I thought he came up to me,
Baas, and said, 'Get out of this, Hans. This is no place for a good
Hottentot like you, Hans, for here only the very best Christians can
bear the heat for long.'

"That finished me, Baas. I just answered that I handed you, the Baas
Allan his son, over to his care, hoping that he would see that you did
not burn in that oven, whatever happened to Umslopogaas. Then I shut
my eyes and mouth and held my nose, and wriggled beneath those
curtains as a snake does, Baas, and ran down the hall and across the
kraal-yard and through the archway out into the night, where I have
been sitting cooling myself ever since, waiting for you to be carried
away, Baas. And now you have come alive and with not even your hair
burnt off, which shows how wonderful must be the Great Medicine of
Zikali, Baas, since nothing else could have saved you in that fire,
no, not even your reverend father, the Predikant."

"Hans," I said when he had finished, "you are a very wonderful fellow,
for you can get drunk on nothing at all. Please remember, Hans, that
you have been drunk to-night, yes, very drunk indeed, and never dare
to repeat anything that you thought you saw while you were drunk."

"Yes, Baas, I understand that I was drunk and already have forgotten
everything. But, Baas, there is still a bottle full of brandy and if I
could have just one more tot I should forget /so/ much better!"

By now we had reached our camp and here I found Umslopogaas sitting in
the doorway and staring at the sky.

"Good-evening to you, Umslopogaas," I said in my most unconcerned
manner, and waited.

"Good-evening, Watcher-by-Night, who I thought was lost in the night,
since in the end the night is stronger than any of its watchers."

At this cryptic remark I looked bewildered but said nothing. At length
Umslopogaas, whose nature, for a Zulu, was impulsive and lacking in
the ordinary native patience, asked,

"Did you make a journey this evening, Macumazahn, and if so, what did
you see?"

"Did you have a dream this evening, Umslopogaas?" I inquired by way of
answer, "and if so, what was it about? I thought that I saw you shut
your eyes in the House of the White One yonder, doubtless because you
were weary of talk which you did not understand."

"Aye, Macumazahn, as you suppose I grew weary of that talk which
flowed from the lips of the White Witch like the music that comes from
a little stream babbling over stones when the sun is hot, and being
weary, I fell asleep and dreamed. What I dreamed does not much matter.
It is enough to say that I felt as though I were thrown through the
air like a stone cast from his sling by a boy who is set upon a stage
to scare the birds out of a mealie garden. Further than any stone I
went, aye, further than a shooting star, till I reached a wonderful
place. It does not much matter what it was like either, and indeed I
am already beginning to forget, but there I met everyone I have ever
known. I met the Lion of the Zulus, the Black One, the Earth-Shaker,
he who had a 'sister' named Baleka, which sister," here he dropped his
voice and looked about him suspiciously, "bore a child, which child
was fostered by one Mopo, that Mopo who afterwards slew the Black one
with the Princes. Now, Macumazahn, I had a score to settle with this
Black One, aye, even though our blood be much of the same colour, I
had a score to settle with him, because of the slaying of this sister
of his, Baleka, together with the Langeni tribe.[*] So I walked up to
him and took him by the head-ring and spat in his face and bade him
find a spear and shield, and meet me as man to man. Yes, I did this."

[*] For the history of Baleka, the mother of Umslopogaas, and Mopo,
    see the book called "Nada the Lily."--Editor.

"And what happened then, Umslopogaas?" I said, when he paused in his
narrative.

"Macumazahn, nothing happened at all. My hand seemed to go through his
head-ring and the skull beneath, and to shut upon itself while he went
on talking to someone else, a captain whom I recognised, yes, one
Faku, whom in the days of Dingaan, the Black One's brother, I myself
slew upon the Ghost-Mountain.

"Yes, Macumazahn, and Faku was telling him the tale of how I killed
him and of the fight that I and my blood-brother and the wolves made,
there on the knees of the old witch who sits aloft on the Ghost
Mountain waiting for the world to die, for I could understand their
talk, though mine went by them like the wind.

"Macumazahn, they passed away and there came others, Dingaan among
them, aye, Dingaan who also knows something of the Witch-Mountain,
seeing that there Mopo and I hurled him to his death. With him also I
would have had words, but it was the same story, only presently he
caught sight of the Black One, yes, of Chaka whom he slew, stabbing
him with the little red assegai, and turned and fled, because in that
land I think he still fears Chaka, Macumazahn, or so the dream told.

"I went on and met others, men I had fought in my day, most of them,
among them was Jikiza, he who ruled the People of the Axe before me
whom I slew with his own axe. I lifted the axe and made me ready to
fight again, but not one of them took any note of me. There they
walked about, or sat drinking beer or taking snuff, but never a sup of
the beer or a pinch of the snuff did they offer me, no, not even those
among them whom I chanced not to have killed. So I left them and
walked on, seeking for Mopo, my foster-father, and a certain man, my
blood-brother, by whose side I hunted with the wolves, yes, for them,
and for another."

"Well, and did you find them?" I asked.

"Mopo I found not, which makes me think, Macumazahn, that, as once you
hinted to me, he whom I thought long dead, perchance still lingers on
the earth. But the others I did find . . ." and he ceased, brooding.

Now I knew enough of Umslopogaas's history to be aware that he had
loved this man and woman of whom he spoke more than any others on the
earth. The "blood-brother," whose name he would not utter, by which he
did not mean that he was his brother in blood but one with whom he had
made a pact of eternal friendship by the interchange of blood or some
such ceremony, according to report, had dwelt with him on the Witch-
Mountain where legend told, though this I could scarcely believe, that
they had hunted with a pack of hyenas. There, it said also, they
fought a great fight with a band send out by Dingaan the king under
the command of that Faku whom Umslopogaas had mentioned, in which
fight the "Blood-Brother," wielder of a famous club known as Watcher-
of-the-Fords, got his death after doing mighty deeds. There also, as I
had heard, Nada the Lily, whose beauty was still famous in the land,
died under circumstances strange as they were sad.

Naturally, remembering my own experiences, or rather what seemed to be
my experiences, for already I had made up my mind that they were but a
dream, I was most anxious to learn whether these two who had been so
dear to this fierce Zulu, had recognised him.

"Well, and what did they say to you, Umslopogaas?" I asked.

"Macumazahn, they said nothing at all. Hearken! There stood this pair,
or sometimes they moved to and fro; my brother, an even greater man
than he used to be, with the wolfskin girt about him and the club,
Watcher-of-the-Fords, which he alone could wield, upon his shoulder,
and Nada, grown lovelier even than she was of old, so lovely,
Macumazahn, that my heart rose into my throat when I saw her and
stopped my breath. Yes, Macumazahn, there they stood, or walked about
arm in arm as lovers might, and looked into each other's eyes and
talked of how they had known each other on the earth, for I could
understand their words or thoughts, and how it was good to be at rest
together where they were."

"You see, they were old friends, Umslopogaas," I said.

"Yes, Macumazahn, very old friends as I thought. So much so that they
had never had a word to say of me who also was the old friend of both
of them. Aye, my brother, whose name I am sworn not to speak, the
woman-hater who vowed he loved nothing save me and the wolves, could
smile into the face of Nada the Lily, Nada the bride of my youth, yet
never a word of me, while she could smile back and tell him how great
a warrior he had been and never a word of me whose deeds she was wont
to praise, who saved her in the Halakazi caves and from Dingaan; no,
never a word of me although I stood there staring at them."

"I suppose that they did not see you, Umslopogaas."

"That is so, Macumazahn; I am sure that they did not see me, for if
they had they would not have been so much at ease. But I saw them and
as they would not take heed when I shouted, I ran up calling to my
brother to defend himself with his club. Then, as he still took no
note, I lifted the axe /Inkosikaas/, making it circle in the light,
and smote with all my strength."

"And what happened, Umslopogaas?"

"Only this, Macumazahn, that the axe went straight through my brother
from the crown of his head to the groin, cutting him in two, and he
just went on talking! Indeed, he did more, for stooping down he
gathered a white lily-bloom which grew there and gave it to Nada, who
smelt at it, smiled and thanked him, and then thrust it into her
girdle, still thanking him all the while. Yes, she did this for I saw
it with my eyes, Macumazahn."

Here the Zulu's voice broke and I think that he wept, for in the faint
light I saw him draw his long hand across his eyes, whereon I took the
opportunity to turn my back and light a pipe.

"Macumazahn," he went on presently, "it seems that madness took hold
of me for a long while, for I shouted and raved at them, thinking that
words and rage might hurt where good steel could not, and as I did so
they faded away and disappeared, still smiling and talking, Nada
smelling at the lily which, having a long stalk, rose up above her
breast. After this I rushed away and suddenly met that savage king,
Rezu, whom I slew a few days gone. At him I went with the axe,
wondering whether he would put up a better fight this second time."

"And did he, Umslopogaas?"

"Nay, but I think he felt me for he turned and fled and when I tried
to follow I could not see him. So I ran on and presently who should I
find but Baleka, Baleka, Chaka's 'sister' who--repeat it not,
Macumazahn--was my mother; and, Macumazahn, /she/ saw me. Yes, though
I was but little when last she looked on me who now am great and grim,
she saw and knew me, for she floated up to me and smiled at me and
seemed to press her lips upon my forehead, though I could feel no
kiss, and to draw the soreness out of my heart. Then she, too, was
gone and of a sudden I fell down through space, having, I suppose,
stepped into some deep hole, or perchance a well.

"The next thing I knew was that I awoke in the house of the White
Witch and saw you sleeping at my side and the Witch leaning back upon
her bed and smiling at me through the thin blanket with which she
covers herself up, for I could see the laughter in her eyes.

"Now I grew mad with her because of the things that I had seen in the
Place of Dreams, and it came into my heart that it would be well to
kill her that the world might be rid of her and her evil magic which
can show lies to men. So, being distraught, I sprang up and lifted the
axe and stepped towards her, whereon she rose and stood before me,
laughing out loud. Then she said something in the tongue I cannot
understand, and pointed with her finger, and lo! next moment it was as
if giants had seized me and were whirling me away, till presently I
found myself breathless but unharmed beyond the arch and--what does it
all mean, Macumazahn?"

"Very little, as I think, Umslopogaas, except that this queen has
powers to which those of Zikali are as nothing, and can cause visions
to float before the eyes of men. For know that such things as you saw,
I saw, and in them those whom I have loved also seemed to take no
thought of me but only to be concerned with each other. Moreover when
I awoke and told this to the queen who is called She-who-commands, she
laughed at me as she did at you, and said that it was a good lesson
for my pride who in that pride had believed that the dead only thought
of the living. But I think that the lesson came from her who wished to
humble us, Umslopogaas, and that it was her mind that shaped these
visions which we saw."

"I think so too, Macumazahn, but how she knew of all the matters of
your life and mine, I do not know, unless perchance Zikali told them
to her, speaking in the night-watches as wizards can."

"Nay, Umslopogaas, I believe that by her magic she drew our stories
out of our own hearts and then set them forth to us afresh, putting
her own colour on them. Also it may be that she drew something from
Hans, and from Goroko and the other Zulus with you, and thus paid us
the fee that she had promised for our service, but in lung-sick oxen
and barren cows, not in good cattle, Umslopogaas."

He nodded and said,

"Though at the time I seemed to go mad and though I know that women
are false and men must follow where they lead them, never will I
believe that my brother, the woman-hater, and Nada are lovers in the
land below and have there forgotten me, the comrade of one of them and
the husband of the other. Moreover I hold, Macumazahn, that you and I
have met with a just reward for our folly.

"We have sought to look through the bottom of the grave at things
which the Great-Great in Heaven above did not mean that men should
see, and now that we have seen we are unhappier than we were, since
such dreams burn themselves upon the heart as a red-hot iron burns the
hide of an ox, so that the hair will never grow again where it has
been and the hide is marred.

"To you, Watcher-by-Night, I say, 'Content yourself with your watching
and whatever it may bring to you in fame and wealth.' And to myself I
say, 'Holder of the Axe, content yourself with the axe and what it may
bring to you in fair fight and glory'; and to both of us I say, 'Let
the Dead sleep unawakened until we go to join them, which surely will
be soon enough.'"

"Good words, Umslopogaas, but they should have been spoken ere ever we
set out on this journey."

"Not so, Macumazahn, since that journey we were fated to make to save
one who lies yonder, the Lady Sad-Eyes, and, as they tell me, is well
again. Also Zikali willed it, and who can resist the will of the
Opener-of-Roads? So it is made and we have seen many strange things
and won some glory and come to know how deep is the pool of our own
foolishness, who thought that we could search out the secrets of
Death, and there have only found those of a witch's mind and venom,
reflected as in water. And now having discovered all these things I
wish to be gone from this haunted land. When do we march, Macumazahn?"

"To-morrow morning, I believe, if the Lady Sad-Eyes and the others are
well enough, as She-who-commands says they will be."

"Good. Then I would sleep who am more weary than I was after I had
killed Rezu in the battle on the mountain."

"Yes," I answered, "since it is harder to fight ghosts than men, and
dreams, if they be bad, are more dreadful than deeds. Good-night,
Umslopogaas."



He went, and I too went to see how it fared with Inez. I found that
she was fast asleep but in a quite different sleep to that into which
Ayesha seemed to have plunged her. Now it was absolutely natural and
looking at her lying there upon the bed, I thought how young and
healthy was her appearance. The women in charge of her also told me
that she had awakened at the hour appointed by She-who-commands, as it
seemed, quite well and very hungry, although she appeared to be
puzzled by her surroundings. After she had eaten, they added that she
had "sung a song," which was probably a hymn, and prayed upon her
knees, "making signs upon her breast" and then gone quietly to bed.

My anxiety relieved as regards Inez, I returned to my own quarters.
Not feeling inclined for slumber, however, instead of turning in I sat
at the doorway contemplating the beauty of the night while I watched
the countless fireflies that seemed to dust the air with sparks of
burning gold; also the great owls and other fowl that haunt the dark.
These had come out in numbers from their hiding-places among the ruins
and sailed to and fro like white-winged spirits, now seen and now lost
in the gloom.



While I sat thus many reflections came to me as to the extraordinary
nature of my experiences during the past few days. Had any man ever
known the like, I wondered? What could they mean and what could this
marvellous woman Ayesha be? Was she perhaps a personification of
Nature itself, as indeed to some extent all women are? Was she human
at all, or was she some spirit symbolising a departed people, faith
and civilisation, and haunting the ruins where once she reigned as
queen? No, the idea was ridiculous, since such beings do not exist,
though it was impossible to doubt that she possessed powers beyond
those of common humanity, as she possessed beauty and fascination
greater than are given to any other woman.

Of one thing I was certain, however, that the Shades I had seemed to
visit had their being in the circle of her own imagination and
intelligence. There Umslopogaas was right; we had seen no dead, we had
only seen pictures and images that she drew and fashioned.

Why did she do this, I wondered. Perhaps to pretend to powers which
she did not possess, perhaps out of sheer elfish mischief, or perhaps,
as she asserted, just to teach us a lesson and to humble us in our own
sight. Well, if so she had succeeded, for never did I feel so crushed
and humiliated as at that moment.

I had seemed to descend, or ascend, into Hades, and there had only
seen things that gave me little joy and did but serve to reopen old
wounds. Then, on awaking, I had been bewitched; yes, fresh from those
visions of the most dear dead, I had been bewitched by the
overpowering magic of this woman's loveliness and charm, and made a
fool of myself, only to be brought back to my senses by her triumphant
mockery. Oh, I was humbled indeed, and yet the odd thing is that I
could not feel angry with her, and what is more that, perhaps from
vanity, I believed in her profession of friendship towards myself.

Well, the upshot of it was that, like Umslopogaas, more than anything
else in the world did I desire to depart from this haunted Kr and to
bury all its recollections in such activities as fortune might bring
to me. And yet, and yet it was well to have seen it and to have
plucked the flower of such marvellous experience, nor, as I knew even
then, could I ever inter the memory of Ayesha the wise, the perfect in
all loveliness, and the half-divine in power.



When I awoke the next morning the sun was well up and after I had
taken a swim in the old bath and dressed myself, I went to see how it
fared with Inez. I found her sitting at the door of her house looking
extremely well and with a radiant face. She was engaged in making a
chain of some small and beautiful blue flowers of the iris tribe, of
which quantities grew about, that she threaded together upon stalks of
dry grass.

This chain, which was just finished, she threw over her head so that
it hung down upon her white robe, for now she was dressed like an Arab
woman though without the veil. I watched her unseen for a little while
then came forward and spoke to her. She started at the sight of me and
rose as though to run away; then, apparently reassured by my
appearance, selected a particularly fine flower and offered it to me.

I saw at once that she did not know me in the least and thought that
she had never seen me before, in short, that her mind had gone,
exactly as Ayesha had said that it would do. By way of making
conversation I asked her if she felt well. She replied, Oh, yes, she
had never felt better, then added,

"Daddy has gone on a long journey and will not be back for weeks and
weeks."

An idea came to me and I answered,

"Yes, Inez, but I am a friend of his and he has sent me to take you to
a place where I hope that we shall find him. Only it is far away, so
you also must make a long journey."

She clapped her hands and answered,

"Oh, that will be nice, I do so love travelling, especially to find
Daddy, who I expect will have my proper clothes with him, not these
which, although they are very comfortable and pretty, seem different
to what I used to wear. You look very nice too and I am sure that we
shall be great friends, which I am glad of, for I have been rather
lonely since my mother went to live with the saints in Heaven,
because, you see, Daddy is so busy and so often away, that I do not
see much of him."

Upon my word I could have wept when I heard her prattle on thus. It is
so terribly unnatural, almost dreadful indeed, to listen to a full
grown woman who talks in the accents and expresses the thoughts of a
child. However, under all the circumstances I recognised that her
calamity was merciful, and remembering that Ayesha had prophesied the
recovery of her mind as well as its loss and how great seemed to be
her powers in these directions, I took such comfort as I could.

Leaving her I went to see the two Zulus who had been wounded and found
to my joy that they were now quite well and fit to travel, for here,
too, Ayesha's prophecy had proved good. The other men also were
completely rested and anxious to be gone like Umslopogaas and myself.

While I was eating my breakfast Hans announced the venerable Billali,
who with a sweeping bow informed me that he had come to inquire when
we should be ready to start, as he had received orders to see to all
the necessary arrangements. I replied--within an hour, and he departed
in a hurry.

But little after the appointed time he reappeared with a number of
litters and their bearers, also with a bodyguard of twenty-five picked
men, all of whom we recognised as brave fellows who had fought well in
the battle. These men and the bearers old Billali harangued, telling
them that they were to guide, carry and escort us to the other side of
the great swamp, or further if we needed it, and that it was the word
of She-who-commands that if so much as the smallest harm came to any
one of us, even by accident, they should die every man of them "by the
hot-pot," whatever that might be, for I was not sure of the
significance of this horror.[*] Then he asked them if they understood.
They replied with fervour that they understood perfectly and would
lead and guard us as though we were their own mothers.

[*] For this see the book called "She."--Editor.

As a matter of fact they did, and I think would have done so
independently of Ayesha's command, since they looked upon Umslopogaas
and myself almost as gods and thought that we could destroy them all
if we wished, as we had destroyed Rezu and his host.

I asked Billali if he were not coming with us, to which he replied,
No, as She-who-commands had returned to her own place and he must
follow her at once. I asked him again where her own place might be, to
which he answered vaguely that it was everywhere and he stared first
at the heavens and then at the earth as though she inhabited most of
them, adding that generally it was "in the Caves," though what he
meant by that I did not know. Then he said that he was very glad to
have met us and that the sight of Umslopogaas killing Rezu was a
spectacle that he would remember with pleasure all his life. Also he
asked me for a present. I gave him a spare pencil that I possessed in
a little German silver case, with which he was delighted. Thus I
parted with old Billali, of whom I shall always think with a certain
affection.

I noticed even then that he kept very clear indeed of Umslopogaas,
thinking, I suppose, that he might take a last opportunity to fulfil
his threats and introduce him to his terrible Axe.



                             CHAPTER XXIV

                 UMSLOPOGAAS WEARS THE GREAT MEDICINE

A little while later we started, some of us in litters, including the
wounded Zulus, who I insisted should be carried for a day or two, and
some on foot. Inez I caused to be borne immediately in front of myself
so that I could keep an eye upon her. Moreover I put her in the
especial charge of Hans, to whom fortunately she took a great fancy at
once, perhaps because she remembered subconsciously that she knew him
and that he had been kind to her, although when they met after her
long sleep, as in my own case, she did not recognise him in the least.

Soon, however, they were again the fastest of friends, so much so that
within a day or two the little Hottentot practically filled the place
of a maid to her, attending to her every want and looking after her
exactly as a nurse does after a child, with the result that it was
quite touching to see how she came to depend upon him, "her monkey,"
as she called him, and how fond he grew of her.

Once, indeed, there was trouble, since hearing a noise, I came up to
find Hans bristling with fury and threatening to shoot one of the
Zulus, who stupidly, or perhaps rudely, had knocked against the litter
of Inez and nearly turned it over. For the rest, the Lady Sad-Eyes, as
they called her, had for the time became the Lady Glad-Eyes, since she
was merry as the day was long, laughing and singing and playing just
as a healthy happy child should do.

Only once did I see her wretched and weep. It was when a kitten which
she had insisted on bringing with her, sprang out of the litter and
vanished into some bush where it could not be found. Even when she was
soon consoled and dried her tears, when Hans explained to her in a
mixture of bad English and worse Portuguese, that it had only run away
because it wished to get back to its mother which it loved, and that
it was cruel to separate it from its mother.

We made good progress and by the evening of the first day were over
the crest of the cliff or volcano lip that encircles the great plain
of Kr, and descending rapidly to a sheltered spot on the outer slope
where our camp was to be set for the night.

Not very far from this place, as I think I have mentioned, stood, and
I suppose still stands, a very curious pinnacle of rock, which,
doubtless being of some harder sort, had remained when, hundreds of
thousands or millions of years before, the surrounding lava had been
washed or had corroded away. This rock pillar was perhaps fifty feet
high and as smooth as though it had been worked by man; indeed, I
remembered having remarked to Hans, or Umslopogaas--I forget which--
when we passed it on our inward journey, that there was a column which
no monkey could climb.

As we went by it for the second time, the sun had already disappeared
behind the western cliff, but a fierce ray from its sinking orb,
struck upon a storm-cloud that hung over us, and thence was reflected
in a glow of angry light of which the focus or centre seemed to fall
upon the summit of this strange and obelisk-like pinnacle of rock.

At the moment I was out of my litter and walking with Umslopogaas at
the end of the line, to make sure that no one straggled in the
oncoming darkness. When we had passed the column by some forty or
fifty yards, something caused Umslopogaas to turn and look back. He
uttered an exclamation which made me follow his example, with the
result that I saw a very wonderful thing. For there on the point of
the pillar, like St. Simeon Stylites on his famous column, glowing in
the sunset rays as though she were on fire, stood Ayesha herself!

It was a strange and in a way a glorious sight, for poised thus
between earth and heaven, she looked like some glowing angel rather
than a woman, standing as she seemed to do upon the darkness; since
the shadows, save for the faintest outline, had swallowed up the
column that supported her. Moreover, in the intense, rich light that
was focussed on her, we could see every detail of her form and face,
for she was unveiled, and even her large and tender eyes which gazed
upwards emptily (at this moment they seemed very tender), yes, and the
little gold studs that glittered on her sandals and the shine of the
snake girdle she wore about her waist.

We stared and stared till I said inconsequently,

"Learn, Umslopogaas, what a liar is that old Billali, who told me that
She-who-commands had departed from Kr to her own place."

"Perhaps this rock edge is her own place, if she be there at all,
Macumazahn."

"If she be there," I answered angrily, for my nerves were at once
thrilled and torn. "Speak not empty words, Umslopogaas, for where else
can she be when we see her with our eyes?"

"Who am I that I should know the ways of witches who, like the winds,
are able to go and come as they will? Can a woman run up a wall of
rock like a lizard, Macumazahn?"

"Doubtless----" and I began some explanation which I have forgotten,
when a passing cloud, or I know not what, cut off the light so that
both the pinnacle and she who stood on it became invisible. A minute
later it returned for a little while, and there was the point of the
needle-shaped rock, but it was empty, as, save for the birds that
rested on it, it had been since the beginning of the world.

Then Umslopogaas and I shook our heads and pursued our way in silence.



This was the last that I saw of the glorious Ayesha, if indeed I did
see her and not her ghost. Yet it is true that for all the first part
of the journey, till we were through the great swamp in fact, from
time to time I was conscious, or imagined that I was conscious of her
presence. Moreover, once others saw her, or someone who might have
been her. It happened thus.

We were in the centre of the great swamp and the trained guides who
were leading came to a place where the path forked and were uncertain
which road to take. Finally they fixed on the right-hand path and were
preparing to follow it together with those who bore the litter of
Inez, by the side of which Hans was walking as usual.

At this moment, as Hans told me, the guides went down upon their faces
and he saw standing in front of them a white-veiled form who pointed
to the left-hand path, and then seemed to be lost in the mist. Without
a word the guides rose and followed this left-hand path. Hans stopped
the litter till I came up when he told me what had happened, while
Inez also began to chatter in her childish fashion about a "White
Lady."

I had the curiosity to walk a little way along the right-hand path
which they were about to take. Only a few yards further on I found
myself sinking in a floating quagmire, from which I extricated myself
with much difficulty but just in time for as I discovered afterwards
by probing with a pole, the water beneath the matted reeds was deep.
That night I questioned the guides upon the subject, but without
result, for they pretended to have seen nothing and not to understand
what I meant. Of neither of these incidents have I any explanation to
offer, except that once contracted, it is as difficult to be rid of
the habit of hallucinations as of any other.



It is not necessary that I should give all the details of our long
homeward journey. So I will only say that having dismissed our bearers
and escorts when we reached higher ground beyond the horrible swamp,
keeping one litter for Inez in which the Zulus carried her when she
was tired, we accomplished it in complete safety and having crossed
the Zambesi, at last one evening reached the house called Strathmuir.

Here we found the waggon and oxen quite safe and were welcomed
rapturously by my Zulu driver and the /voorlooper/, who had made up
their minds that we were dead and were thinking of trekking homewards.
Here also Thomaso greeted us, though I think that, like the Zulus, he
was astonished at our safe return and indeed not over-pleased to see
us. I told him that Captain Robertson had been killed in a fight in
which we had rescued his daughter from the cannibals who had carried
her off (information which I cautioned him to keep to himself) but
nothing else that I could help.

Also I warned the Zulus through Umslopogaas and Goroko, that no
mention was to be made of our adventures, either then or afterwards,
since if this were done the curse of the White Queen would fall on
them and bring them to disaster and death. I added that the name of
this queen and everything that was connected with her, or her doings,
must be locked up in their own hearts. It must be like the name of
dead kings, not to be spoken. Nor indeed did they ever speak it or
tell the story of our search, because they were too much afraid both
of Ayesha whom they believed to be the greatest of all witches, and of
the axe of their captain, Umslopogaas.

Inez went to bed that night without seeming to recognise her old home,
to all appearance just a mindless child as she had been ever since she
awoke from her trance at Kr. Next morning, however, Hans came to tell
me that she was changed and that she wished to speak with me. I went,
wondering, to find her in the sitting-room, dressed in European
clothes which she had taken from where she kept them, and once more a
reasoning woman.

"Mr. Quatermain," she said, "I suppose that I must have been ill, for
the last thing I remember is going to sleep on the night after you
started for the hippopotamus hunt. Where is my father? Did any harm
come to him while he was hunting?"

"Alas!" I answered, lying boldly, for I feared lest the truth should
take away her mind again, "it did. He was trampled upon by a
hippopotamus bull, which charged him, and killed, and we were obliged
to bury him where he died."

She bowed her head for a while and muttered some prayer for his soul,
then looked at me keenly and said,

"I do not think you are telling me everything, Mr. Quatermain, but
something seems to say that this is because it is not well that I
should learn everything."

"No," I answered, "you have been ill and out of your mind for quite a
long while; something gave you a shock. I think that you learned of
your father's death, which you have now forgotten, and were overcome
with the news. Please trust to me and believe that if I keep anything
back from you, it is because I think it best to do so for the
present."

"I trust and I believe," she answered. "Now please leave me, but tell
me first where are those women and their children?"

"After your father died they went away," I replied, lying once more.

She looked at me again but made no comment.

Then I left her.



How much Inez ever learned of the true story of her adventures I do
not know to this hour, though my opinion is that it was but little. To
begin with, everyone, including Thomaso, was threatened with the
direst consequences if he said a word to her on the subject; moreover
in her way she was a wise woman, one who knew when it was best not to
ask questions. She was aware that she had suffered from a fit of
aberration or madness and that during this time her father had died
and certain peculiar things had happened. There she was content to
leave the business and she never again spoke to me upon the subject.
Of this I was very glad, as how on earth could I have explained to her
about Ayesha's prophecies as to her lapse into childishness and
subsequent return to a normal state when she reached her home seeing
that I did not understand them myself?

Once indeed she did inquire what had become of Janee to which I
answered that she had died during her sickness. It was another lie, at
any rate by implication, but I hold that there are occasions when it
is righteous to lie. At least these particular falsehoods have never
troubled my conscience.

Here I may as well finish the story of Inez, that is, as far as I can.
As I have shown she was always a woman of melancholy and religious
temperament, qualities that seemed to grow upon her after her return
to health. Certainly the religion did, for continually she was engaged
in prayer, a development with which heredity may have had something to
do, since after he became a reformed character and grew unsettled in
his mind, her father followed the same road.

On our return to civilisation, as it chanced, one of the first persons
with whom she came in contact was a very earnest and excellent old
priest of her own faith. The end of this intimacy was much what might
have been expected. Very soon Inez determined to renounce the world,
which I think never had any great attractions for her, and entered a
sisterhood of an extremely strict Order in Natal, where, added to her
many merits, her considerable possessions made her very welcome
indeed.

Once in after years I saw her again when she expected before long to
become the Mother-Superior of her convent. I found her very cheerful
and she told me that her happiness was complete. Even then she did not
ask me the true story of what had happened to her during that period
when her mind was a blank. She said that she knew something had
happened but that as she no longer felt any curiosity about earthly
things, she did not wish to know the details. Again I rejoiced, for
how could I tell the true tale and expect to be believed, even by the
most confiding and simple-minded nun?

To return to more immediate events. When we had been at Strathmuir for
a day or two and I thought that her mind was clear enough to judge of
affairs, I told Inez that I must journey on to Natal, and asked her
what she wished to do. Without a moment's hesitation she replied that
she desired to come with me, as now that her father was dead nothing
would induce her to continue to live at Strathmuir without friends, or
indeed the consolations of religion.

Then she showed me a secret hiding-place cunningly devised in a sort
of cellar under the sitting-room floor, where her father was
accustomed to keep the spirits of which he consumed so great a
quantity. In this hole beneath some bricks, we discovered a large sum
in gold stored away, which Robertson had always told his daughter she
would find there, in the event of anything happening to him. With the
money were his will and securities, also certain mementos of his youth
and some love-letters together with a prayer-book that his mother had
given him.

These valuables, of which no one knew the existence except herself, we
removed and then made our preparations for departure. They were
simple; such articles of value as we could carry were packed into the
waggon and the best of the cattle we drove with us. The place with the
store and the rest of the stock were handed over to Thomaso on a half-
profit agreement under arrangement that he should remit the share of
Inez twice a year to a bank on the coast, where her father had an
account. Whether or not he ever did this I am unable to say, but as no
one wished to stop at Strathmuir, I could conceive no better plan
because purchasers of property in that district did not exist.

As we trekked away one fine morning I asked Inez whether she was sorry
to leave the place.

"No," she replied with energy, "my life there has been a hell and I
never wish to see it again."



Now it was after this, on the northern borders of Zululand, that
Zikali's Great Medicine, as Hans called it, really played its chief
part, for without it I think that we should have been killed, every
one of us. I do not propose to set out the business in detail; it is
too long and intricate. Suffice it to say, therefore, that it had to
do with the plots of Umslopogaas against Cetywayo, which had been
betrayed by his wife Monazi and her lover Lousta, both of whom I have
mentioned earlier in this record. The result was that a watch for him
was kept on all the frontiers, because it was guessed that sooner or
later he would return to Zululand; also it had become known that he
was travelling in my company.

So it came about that when my approach was reported by spies, a
company was gathered under the command of a man connected with the
Royal House, and by it we were surrounded. Before attacking, however,
this captain sent men to me with the message that with me the King had
no quarrel, although I was travelling in doubtful company, and that if
I would deliver over to him Umslopogaas, Chief of the People of the
Axe, and his followers, I might go whither I wished unharmed, taking
my goods with me. Otherwise we should be attacked at once and killed
every one of us, since it was not desired that any witnesses should be
left of what happened to Umslopogaas. Having delivered this ultimatum
and declined any argument as to its terms, the messengers retired,
saying that they would return for my answer within half an hour.

When they were out of hearing Umslopogaas, who had listened to their
words in grim silence, turned and spoke in such fashion as might have
been expected of him.

"Macumazahn," he said, "now I come to the end of an unlucky journey,
though mayhap it is not so evil as it seems, since I who went out to
seek the dead but to be filled by yonder White Witch with the meat of
mocking shadows, am about to find the dead in the only way in which
they can be found, namely by becoming of their number."

"It seems that this is the case with all of us, Umslopogaas."

"Not so, Macumazahn. That child of the King will give you safe-
conduct. It is I and mine whose blood he seeks, as he has the right to
do, since it is true that I would have raised rebellion against the
King, I who wearied of my petty lot and knew that by blood his place
was mine. In this quarrel you have no share, though you, whose heart
is as white as your skin, are not minded to desert me. Moreover, even
if you wished to fight, there is one in the waggon yonder whose life
is not yours to give. The Lady Sad-Eyes is as a child in your arms and
her you must bear to safety."

Now this argument was so unanswerable that I did not know what to say.
So I only asked what he meant to do, as escape was impossible, seeing
that we were surrounded on every side.

"Make a glorious end, Macumazahn," he said with a smile. "I will go
out with those who cling to me, that is with all who remain of my men,
since my fate must be theirs, and stand back to back on yonder mound
and there wait till these dogs of the King come up against us. Watch a
while, Macumazahn, and see how Umslopogaas, Bearer of the Axe, and the
warriors of the Axe can fight and die."

Now I was silent for I knew not what to say. There we all stood
silent, while minute by minute I watched the shadow creeping forward
towards a mark that the head messenger had made with his spear upon
the ground, for he had said that when it touched that mark he would
return for his answer.

In this rather dreadful silence I heard a dry little cough, which I
knew came from the throat of Hans, and to be his method of indicating
that he had a remark to make.

"What is it?" I asked with irritation, for it was annoying to see him
seated there on the ground fanning himself with the remains of a hat
and staring vacantly at the sky.

"Nothing, Baas, or rather, only this, Baas: Those hyenas of Zulus are
even more afraid of the Great Medicine than were the cannibals up
north, since the maker of it is nearer to them, Baas. You remember,
Baas, they knelt to it, as it were, when we were going out of
Zululand."

"Well, what of it, now that we are going into Zululand?" I inquired
sharply. "Do you want me to show it to them?"

"No, Baas. What is the use, seeing that they are ready to let you
pass, also the Lady Sad-Eyes, and me and the cattle with the driver
and /voorlooper/, which is better still, and all the other goods. So
what have you to gain by showing them the medicine? But perchance if
it were on the neck of Umslopogaas and /he/ showed it to them and
brought it to their minds that those who touch him who is in the
shadow of Zikali's Great Medicine, or aught that is his, die within
three moons in this way or in that--well, Baas, who knows?" and again
he coughed drily and stared up at the sky.

I translated what Hans had said in Dutch to Umslopogaas, who remarked
indifferently,

"This little yellow man is well named Light-in-Darkness; at least the
plan can be tried--if it fails there is always time to die."

So thinking that this was an occasion on which I might properly do so,
for the first time I took off the talisman which I had worn for so
long, and Umslopogaas put it over his head and hid it beneath his
blanket.



A little while later the messengers returned and this time the captain
himself came with them, as he said to greet me, for I knew him
slightly and once we had dealt together about some cattle. After a
friendly chat he turned to the matter of Umslopogaas, explaining the
case at some length. I said that I quite understood his position but
that it was a /very/ awkward thing to interfere with a man who was the
actual wearer of the Great Medicine of Zikali itself. When the captain
heard this his eyes almost started out of his head.

"The Great Medicine of the Opener-of-Roads!" he exclaimed. "Oh, now I
understand why this Chief of the People of the Axe is unconquerable--
such a wizard that no one is able to kill him."

"Yes," I replied, "and you remember, do you not, that he who offends
the Great Medicine, or offers violence to him who wears it, dies
horribly within three moons, he and his household and all those with
him?"

"I have heard it," he said with a sickly smile.

"And now you are about to learn whether the tale is true," I added
cheerfully.

Then he asked to see Umslopogaas alone.

I did not overhear their conversation, but the end of it was that
Umslopogaas came and said in a loud voice so that no one could miss a
single word, that as resistance was useless and he did not wish me,
his friend, to be involved in any trouble, together with his men he
had agreed to accompany this King's captain to the royal kraal where
he had been guaranteed a fair trial as to certain false charges which
had been brought against him. He added that the King's captain had
sworn upon the Great Medicine of the Opener-of-Roads to give him safe
conduct and attempt no mischief against him which, as was well known
throughout the land, was an oath that could not be broken by anyone
who wished to continue to look upon the sun.

I asked the captain if these things were so, also speaking in a loud
voice. He replied, Yes, since his orders were to take Umslopogaas
alive if he might. He was only to kill him if he would not come.

Afterwards, while pretending to give him certain articles out of the
waggon, I had a few private words with Umslopogaas, who told me that
the arrangement was that he should be allowed to escape at night with
his people.

"Be sure of this, Macumazahn," he said, "that if I do not escape,
neither will that captain, since I walk at his side and keep my axe,
and at the first sign of treachery the axe will enter the house of
that thick head of his and make friends with the brain inside.

"Macumazahn," he added, "we have made a strange journey together and
seen such things as I did not think the world had to show. Also I have
fought and killed Rezu in a mad battle of ghosts and men which alone
was worth all the trouble of the journey. Now it has come to an end as
everything must, and we part, but as I believe, not for always. I do
not think that I shall die on this journey with the captain, though I
do think that others will die at the end of it," he added grimly, a
saying which at the time I did not understand.

"It comes into my heart, Macumazahn, that in yonder land of witches
and wizards, the spirit of prophecy got caught in my moocha and crept
into my bowels. Now that spirit tells me that we shall meet again in
the after-years and stand together in a great fray which will be our
last, as I believe that the White Witch said. Or perhaps the spirit
lives in Zikali's Medicine which has gone down my throat and comes out
of it in words. I cannot say, but I pray that it is a true spirit,
since although you are white and I am black and you are small and I am
big, and you are gentle and cunning, whereas I am fierce and as open
as the blade of my own axe, yet I love you as well, Macumazahn, as
though we were born of the same mother and had been brought up in the
same kraal. Now that captain waits and grows doubtful of our talk, so
farewell. I will return the Great Medicine to Zikali, if I live, and
if I die he must send one of the ghosts that serve him, to fetch it
from among my bones.

"Farewell to you also, Yellow Man," he went on to Hans, who had
appeared, hovering about like a dog that is doubtful of its welcome;
"well are you named Light-in-Darkness, and glad am I to have met you,
who have learned from you how a snake moves and strikes, and how a
jackal thinks and avoids the snare. Yes, farewell, for the spirit
within me does not tell me that you and I shall meet again."

Then he lifted the great axe, and gave me a formal salute, naming me
"Chief and Father, Great Chief and Father, from of old" (/Baba! Koos y
umcool! Koos y pagate!/), thereby acknowledging my superiority over
him, a thing that he had never done before, and as he did, so did
Goroko and the other Zulus, adding to their salute many titles of
praise. In another minute he had gone with the King's captain, to
whose side I noted he clung lovingly, his long, thin fingers playing
about the horn handle of the axe that was named /Inkosikaas/ and
Groan-maker.

"I am glad we have seen the last of him and his axe, Baas," remarked
Hans, spitting reflectively. "It is very well to sleep in the same hut
with a tame lion sometimes, but after you have done so for many moons,
you begin to wonder when you will wake up at night to find him pulling
the blankets off you and combing your hair with his claws. Yes, I am
very glad that this half-tame lion is gone, since sometimes I have
thought that I should be obliged to poison it that we might sleep in
peace. You know he called me a snake, Baas, and poison is a snake's
only spear. Shall I tell the boys to inspan the oxen, Baas? I think
the further we get from that King's captain and his men, the more
comfortably shall we travel, especially now when we no longer have the
Great Medicine to protect us."

"You suggested giving it to him, Hans," I said.

"Yes, Baas, I had rather that Umslopogaas went away with the Great
Medicine, than that you kept the Great Medicine and he stopped with us
here. Never travel with a traitor, Baas, at any rate in the land of
the king whom he wishes to kill. Kings are very selfish people, Baas,
and do not like being killed, especially by someone who wants to sit
upon their stool and to take the royal salute. No one gives the royal
salute to a dead king, Baas, however great he was before he died, and
no one thinks the worse of a king who was a traitor before he became a
king."



                             CHAPTER XXV

                      ALLAN DELIVERS THE MESSAGE

Once more I sat in the Black Kloof face to face with old Zikali.

"So you have got back safely, Macumazahn," he said. "Well, I told you
you would, did I not? As for what happened to you upon the journey,
let it be, for now that I am old long stories tire me and I daresay
that there is nothing wonderful about this one. Where is the charm I
lent you? Give it back now that it has served its turn."

"I have not got it, Zikali. I passed it on to Umslopogaas of the Axe
to save his life from the King's men."

"Oh! yes, so you did. I had forgotten. Here it is," and opening his
robe of fur, he showed me the hideous little talisman hanging about
his neck, then added, "Would you like a copy of it, Macumazahn, to
keep as a memory? If so, I will carve one for you."

"No," I answered, "I should not. Has Umslopogaas been here?"

"Yes, he has been and gone again, which is one of the reasons why I do
not wish to hear your tale a second time."

"Where to? The Town of the People of the Axe?"

"No, Macumazahn, he came thence, or so I understood, but thither he
will return no more."

"Why not, Zikali?"

"Because after his fashion he made trouble there and left some dead
behind him; one Lousta, I believe, whom he had appointed to sit on his
stool as chief while he was away, and a woman called Monazi, who was
his wife, or Lousta's wife, or the wife of both of them, I forget
which. It is said that having heard stories of her--and the ears of
jealousy are long, Macumazahn--he cut off this woman's head with a
sweep of the axe and made Lousta fight him till he fell, which the
fool did almost before he had lifted his shield. It served him right
who should have made sure that Umslopogaas was dead before he wrapped
himself in his blanket and took the woman to cook his porridge."

"Where has the Axe-bearer gone?" I asked without surprise, for this
news did not astonish me.

"I neither know nor care, Macumazahn. To become a wanderer, I suppose.
He will tell you the tale when you meet again in the after-days, as I
understand he thinks that you will do.[*] Hearken! I have done with
this lion's whelp, who is Chaka over again, but without Chaka's wit.
Yes, he is just a fighting man with a long reach, a sure eye and the
trick of handling an axe, and such are of little use to me who know
too many of them. Thrice have I tried to make him till my garden, but
each time he has broken the hoe, although the wage I promised him was
a royal /kaross/ and nothing less. So enough of Umslopogaas, the
Woodpecker. Almost I wish that you had not lent him the charm, for
then the King's men would have made an end of him, who knows too much
and like some silly boaster, may shout out the truth when his axe is
aloft and he is full of the beer of battle. For in battle he will live
and in battle he will die, Macumazahn, as perhaps you may see one
day."

[*] For the tale of this meeting see the book called "Allan
    Quatermain."--Editor.

"The fate of your friends does not trouble you over much, Opener-of-
Roads," I said with sarcasm.

"Not at all, Macumazahn, because I have none. The only friends of the
old are those whom they can turn to their own ends, and if these fail
them they find others."

"I understand, Zikali, and know now what to expect from you."

He laughed in his strange way and answered,

"Aye, and it is good that you must expect, good in the future as in
the past, for /you/, Macumazahn, who are brave in your own fashion,
without being a fool like Umslopogaas, and, although you know it not,
like some master-smith, forge my assegais out of the red ore I give
you, tempering them in the blood of men, and yet keep your mind
innocent and your hands clean. Friends like you are useful to such as
I, Macumazahn, and must be well paid in those wares that please them."

The old wizard brooded for a space, while I reflected upon his amazing
cynicism, which interested me in a way, for the extreme of unmorality
is as fascinating to study as the extreme of virtue and often more so.
Then jerking up his great head, he asked suddenly,

"What message had the White Queen for me?"

"She said that you troubled her too much at night in dreams, Zikali."

"Aye, but if I cease to do so, ever she desires to know the reason
why, for I hear her asking me in the voices of the wind, or in the
twittering of bats. After all, she is a woman, Macumazahn, and it must
be dull sitting alone from year to year with naught to stay her
appetite save the ashes of the past and dreams of the future, so dull
that I wonder, having once meshed you in her web, how she found the
heart to let you go before she had sucked out your life and spirit. I
suppose that having made a mock of you and drained you dry, she was
content to throw you aside like an empty gourd. Perchance, had she
kept you at her side, you would have been a stone in her path in days
to come. Perchance, Macumazahn, she waits for other travellers and
would welcome them, or one of them alone, saying nothing of a certain
Watcher-by-Night who has served her turn and vanished into the night.

"But what other message had the White Queen for the poor old savage
witch-doctor whose talk wearies her so much in her haunted sleep?"

Then I told him of the picture that Ayesha had shown me in the water;
the picture of a king dying in a hut and of two who watched his end.

Zikali listened intently to every word, then broke into a peal of his
unholy laughter.

"/Oho-ho!/" he laughed, "so all goes well, though the road be long,
since whatever this White One may have shown you in the fire of the
heavens above, she could show you nothing but truth in the water of
the earth below, for that is the law of our company of seers. You have
worked well for me, Macumazahn, and you have had your fee, the fee of
the vision of the dead which you desired above all mortal things."

"Aye," I answered indignantly, "a fee of bitter fruits whereof the
juice burns and twists the mouth and the stones still stick fast
within the gizzard. I tell you, Zikali, that she stuffed my heart with
lies."

"I daresay, Macumazahn, I daresay, but they were very pretty lies,
were they not? And after all I am sure that there was wisdom in them,
as you will discover when you have thought them over for a score of
years.

"Lies, lies, all is lies! But beyond the lie stands Truth, as the
White Witch stands behind her veil. You drew the veil, Macumazahn, and
saw that beneath which brought you to your knees. Why, it is a
parable. Wander on through the Valley of Lies till at last it takes a
turn, and, glittering in the sunshine, glittering like gold, you
perceive the Mountain of everlasting Truth, sought of all men but
found by few.

"Lies, lies, all is lies! Yet beyond I tell you, beauteous and eternal
stands the Truth, Macumazahn. /Oho-ho! Oho-ho!/ Fare you well,
Watcher-by-Night, fare you well, Seeker after Truth. After the Night
comes Dawn and after Death comes what--Macumazahn? Well, you will
learn one day, for always the veil is lifted, at last, as the White
Witch shewed you yonder, Macumazahn."






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