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THE PEOPLE OF THE MIST
By H. Rider Haggard

First Published 1894.



                        THE PEOPLE OF THE MIST

                                  BY

                           H. RIDER HAGGARD



                              DEDICATION

                      I DEDICATE THIS EFFORT OF
                "PRIMEVAL AND TROGLODYTE IMAGINATION"
           THIS RECORD OF BAREFACED AND FLAGRANT ADVENTURE

                            TO MY GODSONS

                IN THE HOPE THAT THEREIN THEY MAY FIND
                   SOME STORE OF HEALTHY AMUSEMENT.

           /Ditchingham/, 1894.



                            AUTHOR'S NOTE

On several previous occasions it has happened to this writer of
romance to be justified of his romances by facts of startling
similarity, subsequently brought to light and to his knowledge. In
this tale occurs an instance of the sort, a "double-barrelled"
instance indeed, that to him seems sufficiently curious to be worthy
of telling. The People of the Mist of his adventure story worship a
sacred crocodile to which they make sacrifice, but in the original
draft of the book this crocodile was a snake--/monstrum horrendum,
informe, ingens/. A friend of the writer, an African explorer of great
experience who read that draft, suggested that the snake was
altogether too unprecedented and impossible. Accordingly, also at his
suggestion, a crocodile was substituted. Scarcely was this change
effected, however, when Mr. R. T. Coryndon, the slayer of almost the
last white rhinoceros, published in the /African Review/ of February
17, 1894, an account of a huge and terrific serpent said to exist in
the Dichwi district of Mashonaland, that in many particulars resembled
the snake of the story, whose prototype, by the way, really lives and
is adored as a divinity by certain natives in the remote province of
Chiapas in Mexico. Still, the tale being in type, the alteration was
suffered to stand. But now, if the /Zoutpansberg Review/ may be
believed, the author can take credit for his crocodile also, since
that paper states that in the course of the recent campaign against
Malaboch, a chief living in the north of the Transvaal, his fetish or
god was captured, and that god, a crocodile fashioned in wood, to
which offerings were made. Further, this journal says that among these
people (as with the ancient Egyptians), the worship of the crocodile
is a recognised cult. Also it congratulates the present writer on his
intimate acquaintance with the more secret manifestations of African
folklore and beast worship. He must disclaim the compliment in this
instance as, when engaged in inventing the 'People of the Mist,' he
was totally ignorant that any of the Bantu tribes reverenced either
snake or crocodile divinities. But the coincidence is strange, and
once more shows, if further examples of the fact are needed, how
impotent are the efforts of imagination to vie with hidden truths--
even with the hidden truths of this small and trodden world.

/September/ 20, 1894.





                        THE PEOPLE OF THE MIST



                              CHAPTER I

          THE SINS OF THE FATHER ARE VISITED ON THE CHILDREN

The January afternoon was passing into night, the air was cold and
still, so still that not a single twig of the naked beech-trees
stirred; on the grass of the meadows lay a thin white rime, half
frost, half snow; the firs stood out blackly against a steel-hued sky,
and over the tallest of them hung a single star. Past these bordering
firs there ran a road, on which, in this evening of the opening of our
story, a young man stood irresolute, glancing now to the right and now
to the left.

To his right were two stately gates of iron fantastically wrought,
supported by stone pillars on whose summits stood griffins of black
marble embracing coats of arms, and banners inscribed with the device
/Per ardua ad astra/. Beyond these gates ran a broad carriage drive,
lined on either side by a double row of such oaks as England alone can
produce under the most favourable circumstances of soil, aided by the
nurturing hand of man and three or four centuries of time.

At the head of this avenue, perhaps half a mile from the roadway,
although it looked nearer because of the eminence upon which it was
placed, stood a mansion of the class that in auctioneers'
advertisements is usually described as "noble." Its general appearance
was Elizabethan, for in those days some forgotten Outram had
practically rebuilt it; but a large part of its fabric was far more
ancient than the Tudors, dating back, so said tradition, to the time
of King John. As we are not auctioneers, however, it will be
unnecessary to specify its many beauties; indeed, at this date, some
of the tribe had recently employed their gift of language on these
attractions with copious fulness and accuracy of detail, since Outram
Hall, for the first time during six centuries, was, or had been, for
sale.

Suffice it to say that, like the oaks of its avenue, Outram was such a
house as can only be found in England; no mere mass of bricks and
mortar, but a thing that seemed to have acquired a life and
individuality of its own. Or, if this saying be too far-fetched and
poetical, at the least this venerable home bore some stamp and trace
of the lives and individualities of many generations of mankind,
linked together in thought and feeling by the common bond of blood.

The young man who stood in the roadway looked long and earnestly
towards the mass of buildings that frowned upon him from the crest of
the hill, and as he looked an expression came into his face which fell
little, if at all, short of that of agony, the agony which the young
can feel at the shock of an utter and irredeemable loss. The face that
wore such evidence of trouble was a handsome one enough, though just
now all the charm of youth seemed to have faded from it. It was dark
and strong, nor was it difficult to guess that in after-life it might
become stern. The form also was shapely and athletic, though not very
tall, giving promise of more than common strength, and the bearing
that of a gentleman who had not brought himself up to the belief that
ancient blood can cover modern deficiencies of mind and manner. Such
was the outward appearance of Leonard Outram as he was then, in his
twenty-third year.



While Leonard watched and hesitated on the roadway, unable,
apparently, to make up his mind to pass those iron gates, and yet
desirous of doing so, carts and carriages began to appear hurrying
down the avenue towards him.

"I suppose that the sale is over," he muttered to himself. "Well, like
death, it is a good thing to have done with."

Then he turned to go; but hearing the crunch of wheels close at hand,
stepped back into the shadow of the gateway pillar, fearing lest he
should be recognised on the open road. A carriage came up, and, just
as it reached the gates, something being amiss with the harness, a
footman descended from the box to set it right. From where he stood
Leonard could see its occupants, the wife and daughter of a
neighbouring squire, and overhear their conversation. He knew them
well; indeed, the younger lady had been one of his favourite partners
at the county balls.

"How cheap the things went, Ida! Fancy buying that old oak sideboard
for ten pounds, and with all those Outram quarterings on it too! It is
as good as an historical document, and I am sure that it must be worth
at least fifty. I shall sell ours and put it into the dining-room. I
have coveted that sideboard for years."

The daughter sighed and answered with some asperity.

"I am so sorry for the Outrams that I should not care about the
sideboard if you had got it for twopence. What an awful smash! Just
think of the old place being bought by a Jew! Tom and Leonard are
utterly ruined, they say, not a sixpence left. I declare I nearly
cried when I saw that man selling Leonard's guns."

"Very sad indeed," answered the mother absently; "but if he is a Jew,
what does it matter? He has a title, and they say that he is
enormously rich. I expect there will be plenty going on at Outram
soon. By the way, my dear Ida, I do wish you would cure yourself of
the habit of calling young men by their Christian names--not that it
matters about these two, for we shall never see any more of them."

"I am sure I hope that we shall," said Ida defiantly, "and when we do
I shall call them by their Christian names as much as ever. You never
objected to it before the smash, and I /love/ both of them, so there!
Why did you bring me to that horrid sale? You know I did not want to
go. I shall be wretched for a week, I----" and the carriage swept on
out of hearing.

Leonard emerged from the shadow of the gateway and crossed the road
swiftly. On the further side of it he paused, and looking after the
retreating carriage said aloud, "God bless you for your kind heart,
Ida Hatherley. Good luck go with you! And now for the other business."

A hundred yards or so down the road, was a second gate of much less
imposing appearance than those which led to the Outram Hall. Leonard
passed through it and presently found himself at the door of a square
red brick house, built with no other pretensions than to those of
comfort. This was the Rectory, now tenanted by the Reverend and
Honourable James Beach, to whom the living had been presented many
years before by Leonard's father, Mr. Beach's old college friend.

Leonard rang the bell, and as its distant clamour fell upon his ears a
new fear struck him. What sort of reception would he meet with in this
house? he wondered. Hitherto his welcome had always been so cordial
that until this moment he had never doubted of it, but now
circumstances were changed. He was no longer in the position of second
son to Sir Thomas Outram of Outram Hall. He was a beggar, an outcast,
a wanderer, the son of a fraudulent bankrupt and suicide. The careless
words of the woman in the carriage had let a flood of light into his
mind, and by it he saw many things which he had never seen before. Now
he remembered a little motto that he had often heard, but the full
force of which he did not appreciate until to-day. "Friends follow
fortune," was the wording of this motto. He remembered also another
saying that had frequently been read to him in church and elsewhere,
and the origin of which precluded all doubt as to its truth:--

"Unto every one that hath shall be given, but from him that hath not
shall be taken away even that which he hath."

Now, as it chanced, Leonard, beggared as he was, had still something
left which could be taken away from him, and that something the
richest fortune which Providence can give to any man in his youth, the
love of a woman whom he also loved. The Reverend and Honourable James
Beach was blessed with a daughter, Jane by name, who had the
reputation, not undeserved, of being the most beautiful and sweetest-
natured girl that the country-side could show. Now, being dark and
fair respectively and having lived in close association since
childhood, Leonard and Jane, as might be expected from the working of
the laws of natural economy, had gravitated towards each other with
increasing speed ever since they had come to understand the
possibilities of the institution of marriage. In the end thus mutual
gravitation led to a shock and confusion of individualities which was
not without its charm; or, to put the matter more plainly, Leonard
proposed to Jane and had been accepted with many blushes and some
tears and kisses.

It was a common little romance enough, but, like everything else with
which youth and love are concerned, it had its elements of beauty.
Such affairs gain much from being the first in the series. Who is
there among us that does not adore his first love and his first poem?
And yet when we see them twenty years after!

Presently the Rectory door was opened and Leonard entered. At this
moment it occurred to him that he did not quite know why he had come.
To be altogether accurate, he knew why he had come well enough. It was
to see Jane, and arrive at an understanding with her father. Perhaps
it may be well to explain that his engagement to that young lady was
of the suppressed order. Her parents had no wish to suppress it,
indeed; for though Leonard was a younger son, it was well known that
he was destined to inherit his mother's fortune of fifty thousand
pounds more or less. Besides, Providence had decreed a delicate
constitution to his elder and only brother Thomas. But Sir Thomas
Outram, their father, was reputed to be an ambitious man who looked to
see his sons marry well, and this marriage would scarcely have been to
Leonard's advantage from the family lawyer point of view.

Therefore, when the matter came to the ears of Jane's parents, they
determined to forego the outward expression of their pride and delight
in the captive whom they owed to the bow and spear of their daughter's
loveliness, at any rate for a while, say until Leonard had taken his
degree. Often and often in the after-years did they have occasion to
bless themselves for their caution. But not the less on this account
was Leonard's position as the affianced lover of their daughter
recognised among them; indeed, the matter was no secret from anybody,
except perhaps from Sir Thomas himself. For his part, Leonard took no
pains to conceal it even from him; but the father and son met rarely,
and the estrangement between them was so complete, that the younger
man saw no advantage in speaking of a matter thus near to his heart
until there appeared to be a practical object in so doing.

The Rev. James Beach was a stout person of bland and prepossessing
appearance. Never had he looked stouter, more prepossessing, or
blander than on this particular evening when Leonard was ushered into
his presence. He was standing before the fire in his drawing-room
holding a huge and ancient silver loving-cup in both hands, and in
such a position as to give the observer the idea that he had just
drained its entire contents. In reality, it may be explained, he was
employed in searching for a hall-mark on the bottom of the goblet,
discoursing the while to his wife and children--for Jane had a brother
--upon its value and beauty. The gleam of the silver caught Leonard's
eye as he entered the room, and he recognised the cup as one of the
heirlooms of his own family.

Leonard's sudden and unlooked-for advent brought various emotions into
active play. There were four people gathered round that comfortable
fire--the rector, his wife, his son, and last, but not least, Jane
herself. Mr. Beach dropped the cup sufficiently to allow himself to
stare at his visitor along its length, for all the world as though he
were covering him with a silver blunderbuss. His wife, an active
little woman, turned round as if she moved upon wires, exclaiming,
"Good gracious, who'd have thought it?" while the son, a robust young
man of about Leonard's own age and his college companion, said "Hullo!
old fellow, well, I never expected to see /you/ here to-day!"--a
remark which, however natural it may have been, scarcely tended to set
his friend at ease.

Jane herself, a tall and beautiful girl with bright auburn hair, who
was seated on a footstool nursing her knees before the fire, and
paying very little heed to her father's lecture upon ancient plate,
did none of these things. On the contrary, she sprang up with the
utmost animation, her lips apart and her lovely face red with blushes,
or the heat of the fire, and came towards him exclaiming, "Oh,
Leonard, dear Leonard!"

Mr. Beach turned the silver blunderbuss upon his daughter and fired a
single, but most effective shot.

"Jane!" he said in a voice in which fatherly admonition and friendly
warning were happily blended.

Jane stopped in full career was though in obedience to some lesson
which momentarily she had forgotten. Then Mr. Beach, setting down the
flagon, advanced upon Leonard with an ample pitying smile and
outstretched hand.

"How are you, my dear boy, how are you?" he said. "We did not
expect--"

"To see me here under the circumstances," put in Leonard bitterly.
"Nor would you have done so, but Tom and I understood that it was only
to be a three days' sale."

"Quite right, Leonard. As first advertised the sale was for three
days, but the auctioneer found that he could not get through in the
time. The accumulations of such an ancient house as Outram Hall are
necessarily /vast/," and he waved his hand with a large gesture.

"Yes," said Leonard.

"Hum!" went on Mr. Beach, after a pause which was beginning to grow
awkward. "Doubtless you will find it a matter for congratulation that
on the whole things sold well. It is not always the case, not by any
means, for such collections as those of Outram, however interesting
and valuable they may have been to the family itself, do not often
fetch their worth at a country auction. Yes, they sold decidedly well,
thanks chiefly to the large purchases of the new owner of the estate.
This tankard, for instance, which I have bought--hem--as a slight
memento of your family, cost me ten shillings an ounce."

"Indeed!" answered Leonard coldly; "I always understood that it was
worth fifty."

Then came another pause, during which all who were present, except Mr.
Beach and himself, rose one by one and quitted the room. Jane was the
last to go, and Leonard noticed, as she passed him, that there were
tears in her eyes.

"Jane," said her father in a meaning voice when her hand was already
on the door, "you will be careful to be dressed in time for dinner,
will you not, love? You remember that young Mr. Cohen is coming, and I
should like somebody to be down to receive him."

Jane's only answer to this remark was to pass through the door and
slam it behind her. Clearly the prospect of the advent of this guest
was not agreeable to her.

"Well, Leonard," went on Mr. Beach when they were alone, in a tone
that was meant to be sympathetic but which jarred horribly on his
listener's ears, "this is a sad business, very sad. But why are you
not sitting down?"

"Because no one asked me to," said Leonard as he took a chair.

"Hem!" continued Mr. Beach; "by the way I believe that Mr. Cohen is a
friend of yours, is he not?"

"An acquaintance, not a friend," said Leonard.

"Indeed, I thought that you were at the same college."

"Yes, but I do not like him."

"Prejudice, my dear boy, prejudice. A minor sin indeed, but one
against which you must struggle. But there, there, it is natural that
you should not feel warmly about the man who will one day own Outram.
Ah! as I said, this is all very sad, but it must be a great
consolation to you to remember that when everything is settled there
will be enough, so I am told, to pay your unhappy father's debts. And
now, is there anything that I can do for you or your brother?"

Leonard reflected that whatever may have been his father's misdeeds,
and they were many and black, it should scarcely have lain in the
mouth of the Rev. James Beach, who owed nearly everything he had in
the world to his kindness, to allude to them. But he could not defend
his father's memory, it was beyond defence, and just now he must fight
for his own hand.

"Yes, Mr. Beach," he said earnestly, "you can help me very much. You
know the cruel position in which my brother and I are placed through
no fault of our own: our old home is sold, our fortunes have gone
utterly, and our honourable name is tarnished. At the present moment I
have nothing left in the world except the sum of two hundred pounds
which I had saved for a purpose of my own out of my allowance. I have
no profession and cannot even take my degree, because I am unable to
afford the expense of remaining at college."

"Black, I must say, very black," murmured Mr. Beach, rubbing his chin.
"But under these circumstances what can I do to help you? You must
trust in Providence, my boy; it never fails the deserving."

"This," answered Leonard, nervously; "you can show your confidence in
me by allowing my engagement to Jane to be proclaimed." Here Mr. Beach
waved his hand once more as though to repel some invisible force.

"One moment," continued Leonard. "I know that it seems a great deal to
ask, but listen. Although everything looks so dark, I have reliance on
myself. With the stimulus which my affection for your daughter will
give me, and knowing that in order to win her I must first put myself
in a position to support her as she should be supported, I am quite
convinced that I shall be able to surmount all difficulties by my own
efforts."

"Really, I cannot listen to such nonsense any longer," broke in Mr.
Beach angrily. "Leonard, this is nothing less than an impertinence. Of
course any understanding that may have existed between you and Jane is
quite at an end. Engagement! I heard of no engagement. I knew that
there was some boy and girl folly between you indeed, but for my part
I never gave the matter another thought."

"You seem to forget, sir," said Leonard, keeping his temper with
difficulty, "that not six months ago you and I had a long conversation
on this very subject, and decided that nothing should be said to my
father of the matter until I had taken my degree."

"I repeat that it is an impertinence," answered Mr. Beach, but with a
careful avoidance of the direct issue. "What! You, who have nothing in
the world except a name which you father has--well--tarnished--to use
your own word, you ask me for my dear daughter's hand? You are so
selfish that you wish not only to ruin her chances in life, but also
to drag her into the depths of your poverty. Leonard, I should never
have thought it of you!"

Then at last Leonard broke out.

"You do not speak the truth. I did not ask you for your daughter's
hand. I asked you for the promise of it when I should have shown
myself worthy of her. But now there is an end of that. I will go as
you bid me but before I go I will tell you the truth. You wish to use
Jane's beauty to catch this Jew with. Of her happiness you think
nothing, provided only you can secure his money. She is not a strong
character, and it is quite possible that you will succeed in your
plot, but I tell you it will not prosper. You, who owe everything to
our family, now when trouble has overtaken us, turn upon me and rob me
of the only good that was left to me. By putting an end to a
connection of which everybody knew, you stamp me still deeper into the
mire. So be it, but of this I am sure, that such conduct will meet
with a due reward, and that a time will come when you will bitterly
regret the way in which you have dealt with your daughter and treated
me in my misfortunes. Good-bye."

And Leonard turned and left the room and the Rectory.



                              CHAPTER II

                       THE SWEARING OF THE OATH

Arthur Beach, Jane's brother, was standing in the hall waiting to
speak to Leonard, but he passed without a word, closing the hall door
behind him. Outside snow was falling, though not fast enough to
obscure the light of the moon which shone through the belt of firs.

Leonard walked on down the drive till he neared the gate, when
suddenly he heard the muffled sound of feet pursuing him through the
snow. He turned with an exclamation, believing that the footsteps were
those of Arthur Beach, for at the moment he was in no mood for further
conversation with any male member of that family. As it chanced,
however, he found himself face to face not with Arthur, but with Jane
herself, who perhaps had never looked more beautiful than she did at
this moment in the snow and the moonlight. Indeed, whenever Leonard
thought of her in after-years, and that was often, there arose in his
mind a vision of a tall and lovely girl, her auburn hair slightly
powdered over with the falling flakes, her breast heaving with
emotion, and her wide grey eyes gazing piteously upon him.

"Oh! Leonard," she said nervously, "why do you go without saying good-
bye to me?"

He looked at her awhile before he answered, for something in his heart
told him that this was the last sight which he should win of his love
for many a year, and therefore his eyes dwelt upon her as we gaze upon
one whom the grave is about to hide from us for ever.

At last he spoke, and his words were practical enough.

"You should not have come out in those thin shoes through the snow,
Jane. You will catch cold."

"I wish I could," she answered defiantly, "I wish that I could catch
such a cold as would kill me; then I should be out of my troubles. Let
us go into the summer-house; they will never think of looking for me
there."

"How will you get there?" asked Leonard; "it is a hundred yards away,
and the snow always drifts in that path."

"Oh! never mind the snow," she said.

But Leonard did mind it, and presently he hit upon a solution of the
difficulty. Having first glanced up the drive to see that nobody was
coming, he bent forward and without explanation or excuse put his arms
around Jane, and lifting her as though she were a child, he bore her
down the path which led to the summer-house. She was heavy, but, sooth
to say, he could have wished the journey longer. Presently they were
there, and very gently he laid her on her feet again, kissing her upon
the lips as he did so. Then he took off his overcoat and wrapped it
round her shoulders.

All this while Jane had not spoken. Indeed, the poor girl felt so
happy and so safe in her lover's arms that it seemed to her as though
she never wished to speak, or to do anything for herself again. It was
Leonard who broke the silence.

"You ask me why I left without saying good-bye to you, Jane. It was
because your father has dismissed me from the house and forbidden me
to have any more to do with you."

"Oh, why?" asked the girl, lifting her hands despairingly.

"Can't you guess?" he answered with a bitter laugh.

"Yes, Leonard," she whispered, taking his hand in sympathy.

"Perhaps I had better put it plainly," said Leonard again; "it may
prevent misunderstandings. Your father has dismissed me because /my/
father embezzled all my money. The sins of the father are visited upon
the children, you see. Also he has done this with more than usual
distinctness and alacrity, because he wishes you to marry young Mr.
Cohen, the bullion-broker and the future owner of Outram."

Jane shivered.

"I know, I know," she said, "and oh! Leonard, I hate him!"

"Then perhaps it will be as well not to marry him," he answered.

"I would rather die first," she said with conviction.

"Unfortunately one can't always die when it happens to be convenient,
Jane."

"Oh! Leonard, don't be horrid," she said, beginning to cry. "Where are
you going, and what shall I do?"

"To the bad probably," he answered. "At least it all depends upon you.
Look here, Jane, if you will stick to me I will stick to you. The luck
is against me now, but I have it in me to see that through. I love you
and I would work myself to death for you; but at the best it must be a
question of time, probably of years."

"Oh! Leonard, indeed I will if I can. I am sure that you do not love
me more than I love you, but I can never make you understand how
odious they all are to me about you, especially Papa."

"Confound him!" said Leonard beneath his breath; and if Jane heard, at
that moment her filial affections were not sufficiently strong to
induce her to remonstrate.

"Well, Jane," he went on, "the matter lies thus: either you must put
up with their treatment or you must give me the go-by. Listen: in six
months you will be twenty-one, and in this country all her relations
put together can't force a woman to marry a man if she does not wish
to, or prevent her from marrying one whom she does wish to marry. Now
you know my address at my club in town; letters sent there will always
reach me, and it is scarcely possible for your father or anybody else
to prevent you from writing and posting a letter. If you want my help
or to communicate in any way, I shall expect to hear from you, and if
need be, I will take you away and marry you the moment you come of
age. If, on the other hand, I do not hear from you, I shall know that
it is because you do not choose to write, or because that which you
have to write would be too painful for me to read. Do you understand,
Jane?"

"Oh! yes, Leonard, but you put things so hardly."

"Things have been put hardly enough to me, love, and I must be plain--
this is my last chance of speaking to you."

At this moment an ominous sound echoed through the night; it was none
other than the distant voice of Mr. Beach, calling from his front-door
step, "Jane! Are you out there, Jane?"

"Oh! heavens!" she said, "there is my father calling me. I came out by
the back door, but mother must have been up to my room and found me
gone. She watches me all day now. What /shall/ I do?"

"Go back and tell them that you have been saying good-bye to me. It is
not a crime; they cannot kill you for it."

"Indeed they can, or just as bad," replied Jane. Then suddenly she
threw her arms about her lover's neck and burying her beautiful face
upon his breast, she began to sob bitterly, murmuring, "Oh my darling,
my darling, what shall I do without you?"

Over the brief and distressing scene which followed it may be well to
drop a veil. Leonard's bitterness of mind forsook him now, and he
kissed her and comforted her as he might best, even going so far as to
mingle his tears with hers, tears of which he had no cause to be
ashamed. At length she tore herself loose, for the shouts were growing
louder and more insistent.

"I forgot," she sobbed, "here is a farewell present for you; keep it
in memory of me, Leonard," and thrusting her hand into the bosom of
her dress she drew from it a little packet which she gave to him.

Then once more they kissed and clung together, and in another moment
she had vanished back into the snow and darkness, passing out of
Leonard's sight and out of his life, though from his mind she could
never pass.

"A farewell present. Keep it in memory of me." The words yet echoed in
his ears, and to Leonard they seemed fateful--a prophecy of utter
loss. Sighing heavily, he opened the packet and examined its contents
by the feeble moonlight. They were not large: a prayer-book bound in
morocco, her own, with her name on the fly-leaf and a short
inscription beneath, and in the pocket of its cover a lock of auburn
hair tied round with silk.

"An unlucky gift," said Leonard to himself; then putting on his coat,
which was yet warm from Jane's shoulders, he also turned and vanished
into the snow and the night, shaping his path towards the village inn.

He reached it in due course, and passed into the little parlour that
adjoined the bar. It was a comfortable room enough, notwithstanding
its adornments of badly stuffed birds and fishes, and chiefly
remarkable for its wide old-fashioned fireplace with wrought-iron
dogs. There was no lamp in the room when Leonard entered, but the
light of the burning wood was bright, and by it he could see his
brother seated in a high-backed chair gazing into the fire, his hand
resting on his knee.

Thomas Outram was Leonard's elder by two years and cast in a more
fragile mould. His face was the face of a dreamer, the brown eyes were
large and reflective, and the mouth sensitive as a child's. He was a
scholar and a philosopher, a man of much desultory reading, with
refined tastes and a really intimate knowledge of Greek gems.

"Is that you, Leonard?" he said, looking up absently; "where have you
been?"

"To the Rectory," answered his brother.

"What have you been doing there?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes, of course. Did you see Jane?"

Then Leonard told him all the story.

"What do you think she will do?" asked Tom when his brother had
finished. "Given the situation and the woman, it is rather a curious
problem."

"It may be," answered Leonard; "but as I am not an equation in algebra
yearning to be worked out, I don't quite see the fun of it. But if you
ask me what I think she will do, I should say that she will follow the
example of everybody else and desert me."

"You seem to have a poor idea of women, old fellow. I know little of
them myself and don't want to know more. But I have always understood
that it is the peculiar glory of their sex to come out strong on these
exceptional occasions. 'Woman in our hours of ease,' etc."

"Well, we shall see. But it is my opinion that women think a great
deal more of their own hours of ease than of those of anybody else.
Thank heaven, here comes our dinner!"

Thus spoke Leonard, somewhat cynically and perhaps not in the best of
taste. But, his rejoicing over its appearance notwithstanding, he did
not do much justice to the dinner when it arrived. Indeed, it would be
charitable to make allowances for this young man at that period of his
life. He had sustained a most terrible reverse, and do what he might
he could never quite escape from the shadow of his father's disgrace,
or put out of his mind the stain with which his father had dimmed the
honour of his family. And now a new misfortune hung over him. He had
just been driven with contumely from a house where hitherto he was the
most welcome of guests; he had parted, moreover, from the woman whom
he loved dearly, and under circumstances which made it doubtful if
their separation would not be final.

Leonard possessed the gift of insight into character, and more common
sense than can often be expected from a young man in love. He knew
well that the chief characteristic of Jane's nature was a tendency to
yield to the circumstances of the hour, and though he hoped against
hope, he could find no reason to suppose that she would exhibit
greater determination in the matter of their engagement than her
general lack of strength might lead him to anticipate. Besides, and
here his common sense came in, would it be wise that she should do so?
After all, what had he to offer her, and were not his hopes of future
advancement nothing better than a dream? Roughly as he had put it,
perhaps Mr. Beach was right when he told him that he, Leonard, was
both selfish and impertinent, since was it not a selfish impertinence
in him to ask any woman to link her fortune with his in the present
state of his affairs?

Let us therefore make excuses for his words and outward behaviour, for
at heart Leonard had much to trouble him.

When the cloth had been cleared away and they were alone again, Tom
spoke to his brother, who was moodily filling his pipe.

"What shall we do to-night, Leonard?" he said.

"Go to bed, I suppose," he answered.

"See here, Leonard," said his brother again, "what do you say to
having a last look at the old place?"

"If you wish, Tom, but it will be painful."

"A little pain more or less can scarcely hurt us, old fellow," said
Tom, laying his thin hand on his brother's shoulder.

Then they started. A quarter of an hour's walking brought them to the
Hall. The snow had ceased falling now and the night was beautifully
clear, but before it ceased it had done a welcome office in hiding
from view all the litter and wreckage of the auction, which make the
scene of a recent sale one of the most desolate sights in the world.
Never had the old house looked grander or more eloquent of the past
than it did on that night to the two brothers who were dispossessed of
their heritage. They wandered round it in silence, gazing
affectionately at each well-known tree and window, till at length they
came to the gun-room entrance. More from habit than for any other
reason Leonard turned the handle of the door. To his surprise it was
open; after the confusion of the sale no one had remembered to lock
it.

"Let us go in," he said.

They entered and wandered from room to room till they reached the
greater hall, a vast and oak-roofed chamber built after the fashion of
the nave of a church, and lighted by a large window of ecclesiastical
design. This window was filled with the armorial bearings of many
generations of the Outram family, wrought in stained glass and placed
in couples, for next to each coat of arms were the arms of its
bearer's dame. It was not quite full, however, for in it remained two
blank shields, which had been destined to receive the escutcheons of
Thomas Outram and his wife.

"They will never be filled now, Leonard," said Tom, pointing to these;
"curious, isn't it, not to say sad?"

"Oh! I don't know," answered his brother; "I suppose that the Cohens
boast some sort of arms, or if not they can buy them."

"I should think that they would have the good taste to begin a new
window for themselves," said Tom.

Then he was silent for a while, and they watched the moonlight
streaming through the painted window, the memorial of so much
forgotten grandeur, and illumining the portraits of many a dead Outram
that gazed upon them from the panelled walls.

"/Per ardua ad astra/," said Tom, absently reading the family motto
which alternated pretty regularly with a second device that some
members of it had adopted--"For Heart, Home, and Honour."

"'/Per ardua ad astra/'--through struggle to the stars--and 'For
Heart, Home, and Honour,'" repeated Tom; "well, I think that our
family never needed such consolations more, if indeed there are any to
be found in mottoes. Our Heart is broken, our hearth is desolate, and
our honour is a byword, but there remain the 'struggle and the
stars.'"

As he spoke his face took the fire of a new enthusiasm: "Leonard," he
went on, "why should not we retrieve the past? Let us take that motto
--the more ancient one--for an omen, and let us fulfil it. I believe
it is a good omen, I believe that one of us will fulfil it."

"We can try," answered Leonard. "If we fail in the struggle, at least
the stars remain for us as for all human kind."

"Leonard," said his brother almost in a whisper, "will you swear an
oath with me? It seems childish, but I think that under some
circumstances there is wisdom even in childishness."

"What oath?" asked Leonard.

"This; that we will leave England and seek fortune in some foreign
land--sufficient fortune to enable us to repurchase our lost home;
that we will never return here until we have won this fortune; and
that death alone shall put a stop to our quest."

Leonard hesitated a moment, then answered:

"If Jane fails me, I will swear it."

Tom glanced round as though in search of some familiar object, and
presently his eye fell upon what he sought. A great proportion of the
furniture of the old house, including the family portraits, had been
purchased by the in-coming owner. Among the articles which remained
was a very valuable and ancient bible, one of the first ever printed
indeed, that stood upon an oaken stand in the centre of the hall, to
which it was securely chained. Tom led the way to this bible, followed
by his brother. Then they placed their hands upon it, and standing
there in the shadow, the elder of them spoke aloud in a voice that
left no doubt of the earnestness of his purpose, or of his belief in
their mission.

"We swear," he said, "upon this book and before the God who made us
that we will leave this home that was ours, and never look upon it
again till we can call it ours once more. We swear that we will follow
this, the purpose of our lives, till death destroys us and it; and may
shame and utter ruin overtake us if, while we have strength and
reason, we turn our backs upon this oath! So help us God!"

"So help us God!" repeated Leonard.

Thus in the home of their ancestors, in the presence of their Maker,
and of the pictured dead who had gone before them, did Thomas and
Leonard Outram devote their lives to this great purpose. Perhaps, as
one of them had said, the thing was childish, but if so, at the least
it was solemn and touching. Their cause seemed hopeless indeed; but if
faith can move mountains, much more can honest endeavour attain its
ends. In that hour they felt this. Yes, they believed that the end
would be attained by one of them, though they guessed little what
struggles lay between them and the Star they hoped to gain, or how
strangely they should be borne thither.

On the morrow they went to London and waited there a while, but no
word came from Jane Beach, and for good or ill the chains of the oath
that he had taken riveted themselves around Leonard Outram's neck.

Within three months of this night the brothers were nearing the shores
of Africa, the land of the Children of the Mist.



                             CHAPTER III

                          AFTER SEVEN YEARS

"What is the time, Leonard?"

"Eleven o'clock, Tom."

"Eleven--already? I shall go at dawn, Leonard. You remember Johnston
died at dawn, and so did Askew."

"For heaven's sake don't speak like that, Tom! If you think you are
going to die, you will die."

The sick man laughed a ghost of a laugh--it was half a death-rattle.

"It is no use talking, Leonard; I feel my life flaring and sinking
like a dying fire. My mind is quite clear now, but I shall die at dawn
for all that. The fever has burnt me up! Have I been raving, Leonard?"

"A little, old fellow," answered Leonard.

"What about?"

"Home mostly, Tom."

"Home! We have none, Leonard; it is sold. How long have we been away
now?"

"Seven years."

"Seven years! Yes. Do you remember how we said good-bye to the old
place on that winter night after the auction? And do you remember what
we resolved?"

"Yes."

"Repeat it."

"We swore that we would seek wealth enough to buy Outram back till we
won it or died, and that we would never return to England till it was
won. Then we sailed for Africa. For seven years we have sought and
done no more than earn a livelihood, much less a couple of hundred
thousand pounds or so."

"Leonard."

"Yes, Tom?"

"You are sole heir to our oath now, and to the old name with it, or
you will be in a few hours. I have fulfilled my vow. I have sought
till I died. You will take up the quest till you succeed or die. The
struggle has been mine, may you live to win the Star. You will
persevere, will you not, Leonard?"

"Yes, Tom, I will."

"Give me your hand on it, old fellow."

Leonard Outram knelt down beside his dying brother, and they clasped
each other's hands.

"Now let me sleep awhile. I am tired. Do not be afraid, I shall wake
before the--end."

Hardly had the words passed his lips when his eyes closed and he sank
into stupor or sleep.

His brother Leonard sat down upon a rude seat, improvised out of an
empty gin-case. Without the tempest shrieked and howled, the great
wind shook the Kaffir hut of grass and wattle, piercing it in a
hundred places till the light of the lantern wavered within its glass,
and the sick man's hair was lifted from his clammy brow. From time to
time fierce squalls of rain fell like sheets of spray, and the water,
penetrating the roof of grass, streamed to the earthen floor. Leonard
crept on his hands and knees to the doorway of the hut, or rather to
the low arched opening which served as a doorway, and, removing the
board that secured it, looked out at the night. Their hut stood upon
the ridge of a great mountain; below was a sea of bush, and around it
rose the fantastic shapes of other mountains. Black clouds drove
across the dying moon, but occasionally she peeped out and showed the
scene in all its vast solemnity and appalling solitude.

Presently Leonard closed the opening of the doorway, and going back to
his brother's side he gazed upon him earnestly. Many years of toil and
privation had not robbed Thomas Outram's face of its singular beauty,
or found power to mar its refinement. But death was written on it.

Leonard sighed, then, struck by a sudden thought, sought for and found
a scrap of looking-glass. Holding it close to the light of the
lantern, he examined the reflection of his own features. The glass
mirrored a handsome bearded man, dark, keen-eyed like one who is
always on the watch for danger, curly-haired and broad-shouldered; not
very tall, but having massive limbs and a form which showed strength
in every movement. Though he was still young, there was little of
youth left about the man; clearly toil and struggle had done an evil
work with him, ageing his mind and hardening it as they had hardened
the strength and vigour of his body. The face was a good one, but most
men would have preferred to see friendship shining in those piercing
black eyes rather than the light of enmity. Leonard was a bad enemy,
and his long striving with the world sometimes led him to expect foes
where they did not exist.

Even now this thought was in his mind: "He is dying," he said to
himself, as he laid down the glass with the care of a man who cannot
afford to hazard a belonging however trivial, "and yet his face is not
so changed as mine is. My God! he is dying! My brother--the only man--
the only living creature I love in the world, except one perhaps, if
indeed I love her still. Everything is against us--I should say
against me now, for I cannot count him. Our father was our first
enemy; he brought us into the world, neglected us, squandered our
patrimony, dishonoured our name, and shot himself. And since then what
has it been but one continual fight against men and nature? Even the
rocks in which I dig for gold are foes--victorious foes--" and he
glanced at his hands, scarred and made unshapely by labour. "And the
fever, that is a foe. Death is the only friend, but he won't shake
hands with me. He takes my brother whom I love as he has taken the
others, but me he leaves."

Thus mused Leonard sitting sullenly on the red box, his elbow on his
knee, his rough hands held beneath his chin pushing forward the thick
black beard till it threw a huge shadow, angular and unnatural, on to
the wall of the hut, while without the tempest now raved, now lulled,
and now raved again. An hour--two--passed and still he sat not moving,
watching the face of the fever-stricken man that from time to time
flushed and was troubled, then grew pale and still. It seemed to him
as though by some strange harmony of nature the death-smitten blood
was striving to keep pace with the beat of the storm, knowing that
presently life and storm would pass together into the same domain of
silence.

At length Tom Outram opened his eyes and looked at him, but Leonard
knew that he did not see him as he was. The dying eyes studied him
indeed and were intelligent, but he could feel that they read
something on his face that was not known to himself, nor could be
visible to any other man--read it as though it were a writing.

So strange was this scrutiny, so meaningless and yet so full of a
meaning which he could not grasp, that Leonard shrank beneath it. He
spoke to his brother, but no answer came,--only the great hollow eyes
read on in that book which was printed upon his face; that book,
sealed to him, but to the dying man an open writing.

The sight of the act of death is always terrible; it is terrible to
watch the latest wax and ebb of life, and with the intelligence to
comprehend that these flickerings, this coming and this going, these
sinkings and these last recoveries are the trial flights of the
animating and eternal principle--call it soul or what you will--before
it trusts itself afar. Still more terrible is it under circumstances
of physical and mental desolation such as those present to Leonard
Outram in that hour.

But he had looked on death before, on death in many dreadful shapes,
and yet he had never been so much afraid. What was it that his
brother, or the spirit of his brother, read in his face? What learning
had he gathered in that sleep of his, the last before the last? He
could not tell--now he longed to know, now he was glad not to know,
and now he strove to overcome his fears.

"My nerves are shattered," he said to himself. "He is dying. How shall
I bear to see him die?"

A gust of wind shook the hut, rending the thatch apart, and through
the rent a little jet of rain fell upon his brother's forehead and ran
down his pallid cheeks like tears. Then the strange understanding look
passed from the wide eyes, and once more they became human, and the
lips were opened.

"Water," they murmured.

Leonard gave him to drink, with one hand holding the pannikin to his
brother's mouth and with the other supporting the dying head. Twice he
gulped at it, then with a brusque motion of his wasted arm he knocked
the cup aside, spilling the water on the earthen floor.

"Leonard," he said, "you will succeed."

"Succeed in what, Tom?"

"You will get the money and Outram--and found the family afresh--but
you will not do it alone. /A woman will help you/."

Then his mind wandered a little and he muttered, "How is Jane? Have
you heard from Jane?" or some such words.

At the mention of this name Leonard's face softened, then once more
grew hard and anxious.

"I have not heard of Jane for years, old fellow," he said; "probably
she is dead or married. But I do not understand."

"Don't waste time, Leonard," Tom answered, rousing himself from his
lethargy. "Listen to me. I am going fast. You know dying men see far--
sometimes. I dreamed it, or I read it in your face. I tell you--/you/
will die at Outram. Stay here a while after I am dead. Stay a while,
Leonard!"

He sank back exhausted, and at that moment a gust of wind, fiercer
than any which had gone before, leapt down the mountain gorges,
howling with all the voices of the storm. It caught the frail hut and
shook it. A cobra hidden in the thick thatch awoke from its lethargy
and fell with a soft thud to the floor not a foot from the face of the
dying man--then erected itself and hissed aloud with flickering tongue
and head swollen by rage. Leonard started back and seized a crowbar
which stood near, but before he could strike, the reptile sank down
and, drawing its shining shape across his brother's forehead, once
more vanished into the thatch.

His eyes did not so much as close, though Leonard saw a momentary
reflection of the bright scales in the dilated pupils and shivered at
this added terror, shivered as though his own flesh had shrunk beneath
the touch of those deadly coils. It was horrible that the snake should
creep across his brother's face, it was still more horrible that his
brother, yet living, should not understand the horror. It caused him
to remember our invisible companion, that ancient enemy of mankind of
whom the reptile is an accepted type; it made him think of that long
sleep which the touch of such as this has no power to stir.

Ah! now he was going--it was impossible to mistake that change, the
last quick quiver of the blood, followed by an ashen pallor, and the
sob of the breath slowly lessening into silence. So the day had died
last night, with a little purpling of the sky--a little sobbing of the
wind--then ashen nothingness and silence. But the silence was broken,
the night had grown alive indeed--and with a fearful life. Hark! how
the storm yelled! those blasts told of torment, that rain beat like
tears. What if his brother---- He did not dare to follow the thought
home.

Hark! how the storm yelled!--the very hut wrenched at its strong
supports as though the hands of a hundred savage foes were dragging
it. It lifted--by heaven it was gone!--gone, crashing down the rocks
on the last hurricane blast of the tempest, and there above them
lowered the sullen blue of the passing night flecked with scudding
clouds, and there in front of them, to the east and between the
mountains, flared the splendours of the dawn.

Something had struck Leonard heavily, so heavily that the blood ran
down his face; he did not heed it, he scarcely felt it; he only
clasped his brother in his arms and, for the first time for many
years, he kissed him on the brow, staining it with the blood from his
wound.

The dying man looked up. He saw the glory in the East. Now it ran
along the mountain sides, now it burned upon their summits, to each
summit a pillar of flame, a peculiar splendour of its own diversely
shaped; and now the shapes of fire leaped from earth to heaven,
peopling the sky with light. The dull clouds caught the light, but
they could not hold it all: back it fell to earth again, and the
forests lifted up their arms to greet it, and it shone upon the face
of the waters.

Thomas Outram saw--and staggering to his knees he stretched out his
arms towards the rising sun, muttering with his lips.

Then he sank upon Leonard's breast, and presently all his story was
told.



                              CHAPTER IV

                            THE LAST VIGIL

For a while Leonard sat by the body of his brother. The daylight grew
and gathered about him, the round ball of the sun appeared above the
mountains.

The storm was gone. Were it not for some broken fragments of the
vanished hut, it would have been difficult to know even that it had
been. Insects began to chirrup, lizards ran from the crevices of the
rocks, yonder the rain-washed bud of a mountain lily opened before his
eyes. Still Leonard sat on, his face stony with grief, till at length
a shadow fell upon him from above. He looked up--it was cast by a
vulture's wings, as they hurried to the place of death.

Grasping his loaded rifle Leonard sprang to his feet. Nearer and
nearer came the bird, wheeling above him in lessening circles: it
forgot the presence of the living in its desire for the dead. Leonard
lifted the rifle, aimed and fired. The report rang out clearly on the
silent air, and was echoed from krantz and kloof and mountain side,
and from above answered the thud of the bullet. For a moment the
smitten bird swayed upon its wide pinions, then they seemed to crumple
beneath its weight, and it fell heavily and lay flapping and striking
at the stones with its strong beak.

"I also can kill," said Leonard to himself as he watched it die. "Kill
till you are killed--that is the law of life." Then he turned to the
body of his brother and made it ready for burial as best he might,
closing the eyes, tying up the chin with a band of twisted grass, and
folding the thin toil-worn hands upon the quiet heart.

When all was finished he paused from his dreadful task, and a thought
struck him.

"Where are those Kaffirs?" he said aloud--the sound of his voice
seemed to dull the edge of solitude--"the lazy hounds, they ought to
have been up an hour ago. Hi! Otter, Otter!"

The mountains echoed "Otter, Otter;" there was no other reply. Again
he shouted without result. "I don't like to leave it," he said, "but I
must go and see;" and, having covered the body with a red blanket to
scare away the vultures, he started at a run round some projecting
rocks that bordered the little plateau on which the hut had stood.
Beyond them the plateau continued, and some fifty paces from the rocks
was a hollow in the mountain side, where a softer vein of stone had
been eaten away by centuries of weather.

It was here that the Kaffirs slept--four of them--and in front of this
cave or grotto it was their custom to make a fire for cooking. But on
that morning no fire was burning, and no Kaffirs were to be seen.

"Still asleep," was Leonard's comment as he strode swiftly towards the
cave. In another moment he was in it shouting "Otter, Otter!" and
saluting with a vigorous kick a prostrate form, of which he could just
see the outline. The form did not move, which was strange, for such a
kick should have suffered to wake even the laziest Basuto from his
soundest sleep. Leonard stopped to examine it, and the next moment
started back violently, exclaiming:

"Great heavens! it is Cheat, and he is dead."

At this moment a thick voice spoke from the corner of the cave in
Dutch, the voice of Otter:

"I am here, Baas, but I am tied: the Baas must loosen me, I cannot
stir."

Leonard advanced, striking a match as he came. Presently it burned up,
and he saw the man Otter lying on his back, his legs and arms bound
firmly with rimpis of hide, his face and body a mass of contusions.
Drawing his hunting-knife Leonard cut the rimpis and brought the man
from out the cave, carrying rather than leading him.

Otter was a knob-nosed Kaffir, that is of the Bastard Zulu race. The
brothers had found him wandering about the country in a state of semi-
starvation, and he had served them faithfully for some years. They had
christened him Otter, his native patronymic being quite
unpronounceable, because of his extraordinary skill in swimming, which
almost equalled that of the animal after which he was named.

In face the man was hideous, though his ugliness was not unpleasant,
being due chiefly to a great development of his tribal feature, the
nose, and in body he was misshapen to the verge of monstrosity. In
fact Otter was a dwarf, measuring little more than four feet in
height. But what he lacked in height he made up in breadth; it almost
seemed as though, intended by nature to be a man of many inches, he
had been compressed to his present dimensions by art. His vast chest
and limbs, indicating strength nearly superhuman, his long iron arms
and massive head, all gave colour to this idea. Otter had one
redeeming feature, however--his eyes, that when visible, which at this
moment was not the case, were large, steady, and, like his skin, of a
brilliant black.

"What has happened?" said Leonard, also speaking in Dutch.

"This, Baas! Last night those three Basuto villains, your servants,
made up their minds to desert. They told me nothing, and they were so
cunning that, though I watched even their thoughts, I never guessed.
They knew better than to tell me, for I would have beaten them--yes,
all! So they waited till I was sound asleep, then came behind me, the
three of them, and tied me fast that I should not hinder them and that
they might take away Baas Tom's gun which you lent me, and other
things. Soon I found out their plans, and though I laughed in their
faces, oh! my heart was black with rage.

"When the Basuto dogs had tied me they mocked me, calling me foul
names and saying that I might stop and starve with the white fools, my
masters, who always dug for yellow iron and found so little, being
fools. Then they got together everything of value, yes, down to the
kettle, and made ready to go, and each of them came and slapped me on
the face, and one burnt me here upon the nose with a hot brand.

"All this I bore as a man must bear trouble which comes from the
skies, but when Cheat took up Baas Tom's gun and the others came with
a reim to tie me to the rock, I could bear it no more. So I shouted
aloud and drove at Cheat, who held the gun. Ah! they had forgotten
that if my arms are strong, my head is stronger! Butting like a bull I
caught him fair in the middle, and his back was against the side of
the cave. He made one noise, no more; he will never make another
noise, for my head smashed him up inside and the rock hurt me through
him. Then the other two hit me with kerries--great blows--and my arms
being tied I could not defend myself, though I knew that they would
soon kill me; so I groaned and dropped down, pretending to be dead--
just like a stink-cat.

"At last, thinking that they had finished me, the Basutos ran away in
a great hurry, for they feared lest you might hear the shouting and
should come after them with rifles. They were so much afraid that they
left the gun and most of the other things. After that I fainted; it
was silly, but those kerries of theirs are of rhinoceros horn--I
should not have minded so much had they been of wood, but the horn
bites deep. That is all the story. It will please Baas Tom to know
that I saved his gun. When he hears it he will forget his sickness and
say "Well done Otter! Ha! Otter, your head is hard."

"Make your heart hard also," said Leonard with a sad smile; "Baas Tom
is dead. He died at daybreak in my arms. The fever killed him as it
killed the other /Inkoosis/ (chiefs)."

Otter heard, and, letting his bruised head fall upon his mighty chest,
remained for a while in silence. At length he lifted it, and Leonard
saw two tears wandering down the battered countenance. "/Wow/," he
said, "is it so? Oh! my father, are you dead, you who were brave like
a lion and gentle as a girl? Yes, you are dead, my ears have heard it,
and were it not for your brother, the Baas Leonard, I think that I
would kill myself and follow you. /Wow/, my father, are you indeed
dead, who smiled upon me yesterday?"

"Come," said Leonard; "I dare not leave him long."

And he went, Otter following him with a reeling gait, for he was weak
from his injuries. Presently they reached the spot, and Otter saw that
the hut was gone.

"Certainly," he said, "our bad spirits were abroad last night. Well,
next time it will be the turn of the good ones." Then he drew near to
the corpse and saluted it with uplifted hand and voice.

"Chief and Father," he said in Zulu, for Otter had wandered long and
knew many tongues, but he loved the Zulu best of all. "While you lived
upon earth, you were a good man and brave, though somewhat quick of
temper and quarrelsome like a woman. Now you have wearied of this
world and flown away like an eagle towards the sun, and there where
you live in the light of the sun you will be braver and better yet,
and become more patient and not quarrel any more with those who are
less clever than you. Chief and Father, I salute you! May he whom you
named the Otter serve you and the /Inkoosi/ your brother once more in
the House of the Great-Great, if one so ugly and misshapen can enter
there. As for the Basuto dog whom I slew and who would have stolen
your gun, I see now that I killed him in a fortunate hour, that he
might be the slave beneath your feet in the House of the Great-Great.
Ah! had I known, I would have sent a better man, for there as here
Cheat will still be Cheat. Hail, my father! Hail and farewell! Let
your spirit watch over us and be gentle towards us, who love you yet."

And Otter turned away without further ado; and having washed his
wounds, he set himself to the task of preparing such coarse food as
they had in store.

When it was ready Leonard ate of it, and after he had finished eating,
together they bore the body to the little cave for shelter. It was
Leonard's purpose to bury his brother at sundown; he might not delay
longer, but till then he would watch by him, keeping the last of many
vigils. So all that remained of the Basuto Cheat having been dragged
forth and thrust unceremoniously into an ant-bear hole by Otter, who
while he disposed of the body did not spare to taunt the spirit of his
late treacherous foe, the corpse of Thomas Outram was laid in its
place, and Leonard sat himself by its side in the gloom of the cave.

About midday Otter, who had been sleeping off his sorrows, physical
and mental, came into the cavern. They were short of meat, he said,
and with the leave of the Baas he would take the gun of the dead Baas
and try to shoot a buck.

Leonard bade him go, but to be back by sundown, as he should require
his help.

"Where shall we dig a hole, Baas?" asked the dwarf.

"One is dug," answered Leonard; "he who is dead dug it himself as the
others did. We will bury him in the last pit he made looking for gold,
to the right of where the hut stood. It is deep and ready."

"Yes, Baas, a good place--though perhaps Baas Tom would not have
worked at it so strongly had he known. /Wow!/ Who knows to what end he
labours? But perchance it is a little near the donga. Twice that hole
has been flooded while Baas Tom was digging in it. Then he would jump
out, but now----"

"I have settled it," said Leonard shortly; "go, and be back half an
hour before sundown at latest. Stop! Bring some of those rock-lilies
if you can. The Baas was fond of them."

The dwarf saluted and went. "Ah!" he said to himself as he waddled
down the hill where he hoped to find game, "ah! you do not fear men
dead or living--overmuch; yet, Otter, it is true that you are better
here in the sun, though the sun is hot, than yonder in the cave. Say,
Otter, why does Baas Tom look so awful now that he is dead--he who was
so gentle while yet he lived? Cheat did not look awful, only uglier.
But then you killed Cheat, and the Heavens killed Baas Tom and set
their own seal upon him. And what will Baas Leonard do now that his
brother is dead and the Basutos have run away? Go on digging for the
yellow iron which is so hard to find, and of which, when it is found,
no man can even make a spear? Nay, what is that to you, Otter? What
the Baas does you do--and here be the spoor of an impala buck."

Otter was right. The day was fearfully hot. It was summer in East
Africa, or rather autumn, the season of fever, thunder and rain, a
time that none who valued their lives would care to spend in those
latitudes searching for gold with poor food and but little shelter.
But men who seek their fortunes are not chary of hazarding their own
lives of those of others. They become fatalists, not avowedly perhaps,
but unconsciously. Those who are destined to die must die, they think,
the others will live. And, after all, it does not greatly matter which
they do, for, as they know well, the world will never miss them.

When Leonard Outram, his brother, and two companions in adventure
heard from the natives that at a particular spot on the mountains,
nominally in the Portuguese territory near the lowest branch of the
Zambesi, gold could be dug out like iron ore, and when, at the price
of two Tower muskets and a half-bred greyhound, they received a
concession from the actual chief of that territory to dig up and
possess the gold without let or hindrance from any person whatsoever,
they did not postpone their undertaking because the country was fever-
stricken and the unhealthy season drew on. In the first place, their
resources were not great at the moment; and in the second, they feared
lest some other enterprising person with three Tower muskets and two
grey-hounds should persuade the chief to rescind their concession in
his favour.

So they journeyed laboriously to the place of hidden wealth, and with
the help of such native labour as they could gather began their
search. At first they were moderately successful; indeed, wherever
they dug they found "colour," and once or twice stumbled upon pockets
of nuggets. Their hopes ran high, but presently one of the four--Askew
by name--sickened and died of fever. They buried him and persevered
with varying luck. Then a second member of their party, Johnston, was
taken ill. He lingered for a month and died also.

After this Leonard was for abandoning the enterprise, but, as fate
would have it, on the day following Johnston's death they found gold
in very promising quantities, and his brother, whose desire to win the
wealth necessary was only increased by many disappointments, would not
listen to such advice.

So they rebuilt the hut on a higher and healthier spot and stayed. But
on one unfortunate day Thomas Outram went out shooting, and losing his
path in the bush was forced to spend a night in the fever-fog. A week
afterwards he complained of sickness and pains in the back and head--
three weeks later he died as we have seen.

All these events and many others antecedent passed through Leonard's
mind as he wore out the long hours seated by the side of his dead
brother. Never before had he felt so lonely, so utterly desolate, so
bankrupt of all love and hope. It was a fact that at this moment he
had no friend in the wide world, unless he could call the knob-nosed
native Otter a friend. He had been many years away from England, his
few distant relations there troubled themselves no more about him or
his brother, outcasts, wanderers in strange lands, and his school and
college companions in all probability had forgotten his existence.

There was one indeed, Jane Beach. But since that night of parting,
seven years ago, he had heard nothing of her. Twice he had written,
but no answer came to his letters. Then he gave up writing, for
Leonard was a proud man; moreover he guessed that she did not reply
because she could not. As he had said to his brother, Jane might be
dead by now, or more probably married to Mr. Cohen. And yet once they
had loved each other, and to this hour he still loved her, or thought
that he did. At least, through all the weary years of exile, labour,
and unceasing search after the unattainable, her image and memory had
been with him, a distant dream of sweetness, peace, and beauty, and
they were with him yet, though nothing of her remained to him except
the parting gift of her prayer-book and the lock of hair within it.
The wilderness is not a place where men can forget their earliest
love. No, he was alone, absolutely and utterly alone, a wanderer in
wild lands, a sojourner with rough unlettered men and savages.

And now, what should he do? This place was played out. There was
alluvial gold indeed, but Leonard knew to-day that it was not in the
earth, but in the veins of quartz which permeated the mountains, that
the real wealth must be sought for, and how could he extract it from
the quartz without machinery or capital? Besides, his Kaffir servants
had deserted him, worn out with hard work and fever, and there were no
others to be had at this season. Well, it was only one more
disappointment; he must go back to Natal and take his chance. At the
worst he could always earn his living as a transport-rider, and at the
best he wearied of this search for wealth which was to build up their
family afresh.

Then of a sudden Leonard remembered what he had promised--to go on
seeking till he died. Very good, he would keep the promise--till he
died. And he remembered also that curious prophecy to which Thomas had
given utterance on the previous night, that prophecy of wealth which
should come to him.

Of course it was nothing but the distraught fancy of a dying man. For
many years his brother had brooded over this possibility of gaining
riches, not for their own sake indeed, but that it might be the means
of restoring the ancient family, which their father had brought to
shame and ruin. It was not wonderful in a man of his excitable
temperament that at the hour of his death he should have grasped at
some vision of attainment of the object of his life, though by the
hand of another. And yet how strangely he had looked at him! With what
conviction he had spoken! But all this was beside the point; he,
Leonard, had sworn an oath many years ago, and only last night he had
promised to continue to observe that oath. Therefore, come good or
ill, he must pursue it to the end.

Thus he mused till he grew weary as he sat hour after hour by the side
of that rigid thing, which had been his playmate, his brother, and his
friend. From time to time he rose and walked about the cave. As the
afternoon waned the air grew hotter and stiller, while a great cloud
gathered on the horizon.

"There will be thunder at sundown," said Leonard aloud; "I wish that
Otter would come back, so that we might get the funeral over;
otherwise we shall have to wait till to-morrow."

At length, about half an hour before nightfall, the dwarf appeared at
the mouth of the cave, looking more like a gnome than a man against
the lurid background of the angry sky. A buck was tied across his
enormous shoulders, and in his hand he held a large bunch of the
fragrant mountain lilies.

Then the two of them buried Thomas Outram, there in his lonely grave
which he himself had dug by the gully, and the roll of the thunder was
his requiem. It seemed a fitting termination to his stormy and
laborious life.



                              CHAPTER V

                         OTTER GIVES COUNSEL

When the burial was finished and Thomas Outram slept his last sleep
beneath six feet of earth and stones, his brother took out the prayer-
book that Jane Beach had given him, which in truth formed all his
library, and read the funeral service over the grave, ending it by the
glare of the lightning flashes. Then he and Otter went back to the
cave and ate, speaking no word. After they had done their meal Leonard
called to the dwarf, who took his food at a little distance.

"Otter," he said, setting the lantern between them, "you are a
faithful man and clever in your way. I would tell you a story and ask
you something. At the least," he added to himself in English, "in such
a matter your judgment is as good as mine."

"Speak on, Baas," said the dwarf; "my ears are open;" and he squatted
down on the further side of the lantern like some great toad, watching
his master's face with his black eyes.

"Otter, the Baas who is dead and I journeyed to this country about
seven years ago. Before we came here we had been rich men, chiefs in
our own place, but we lost our kraals and cattle and lands; they were
sold, others took them and we became poor. Yes, we who were fat grew
lean as trek oxen at the end of winter. Then we said to each other,
'Here we have no longer any home, the shame of poverty has come upon
us, we are broken vessels, empty men of no account; also we are chiefs
by blood, and here we cannot let ourselves out to labour like the
common people, lest both the common people and the nobles should make
a mock of us. Our great stone kraal that has been ours for many
generations is taken from us, others dwell in it, strange women order
it, and their children shall move about the land. We will go away.'"

"The blood is the blood," broke in Otter, "the wealth is nothing; that
comes and goes, but the blood is always the blood. Why did you not
gather an impi, my father, and put these strangers to the spear and
take your kraal again?"

"In our land this may not be, Otter, for there wealth is more than
race. So we should have been brought to still greater shame. Riches
alone could give us back our home, and we had none left. Therefore we
swore an oath together, the dead Baas and I, that we would journey to
this far country and seek to win wealth that we might buy back our
lands and kraal and rule over them as in past years, and our children
after us."

"A good oath," said Otter, "but here we should have sworn it
otherwise, and there would have been a ringing of steel about that
kraal, not the chink of yellow iron."

"We came, Otter, and for seven years we have laboured harder than the
lowest of our servants; we have travelled to and fro, mixing with many
peoples, learning many tongues, and what have we found? The Baas
yonder a grave in the wilderness--I the food that the wilderness
gives, no more."

"A poor wage so far," said Otter. "Ah! the ways of my people are more
simple and better. A red spear is brighter than the red gold, yes, and
it is more honest."

"The wealth is unwon, Otter, and I have sworn to win the wealth or
die. But last night I swore it again to him who lies dead."

"It is well, Baas; an oath is an oath and true men must keep it. But
riches cannot be gathered here, for the gold, most of it, is hid in
those rocks that are far too heavy to carry, and who may charm gold
out of the rock? Not all the wizards in Zululand. At the least you and
I cannot do it alone, even should the fever spare us. We must trek,
Baas, and look elsewhere."

"Listen, Otter, the tale is yet to tell. The Baas who is dead dreamed
before he died, he dreamed that I should win the gold, that I should
win it by the help of a woman, and he bade me wait here a while after
he was dead. Say now, Otter, you who come of a people learned in
dreams and are the child of a dream-doctor, was this a true dream or a
sick man's fancy?"

"Nay, Baas, who can tell for sure?" the dwarf answered; then pondered
a while, and set himself to trace lines in the dust of the floor with
his finger. "Yet I say," he went on, "that the words of the dead
uttered on the edge of death shall come true. He promised that you
should win the wealth: you will win it by this way or that, and the
great kraal across the water shall be yours again, and the children of
strangers shall wander there no more. Let us obey the words of the
dead and bide here awhile as he commanded."

Seven days had passed, and on the night of the seventh Leonard Outram
and Otter sat together once more in the little cave on Grave Mountain,
for so they named this fatal spot. They did not speak, though each of
them was speaking after his own fashion, and both had cause for
thought. They had been hunting all day, but killed nothing except a
guinea-fowl, most of which they had just eaten; it was the only food
left to them. Game seemed to have abandoned the district--at least
they could find none.

Since his brother's death Leonard had given up all attempt to dig for
gold--it was useless. Time hung heavy on his hands, for a man cannot
search all day for buck which are not. Gloom had settled on his mind
also; he felt his brother's loss more acutely now than on the day he
buried him. Moreover, for the first time he suffered from symptoms of
the deadly fever which had carried off his three companions. Alas! he
knew too well the meaning of this lassitude and nausea, and of the
racking pain which from time to time shot through his head and limbs.
That was how his brother's last sickness had begun.

Would his own days end in the same fashion? He did not greatly care,
he was reckless as to his fate, for the hard necessities of life had
left him little time or inclination to rack himself with spiritual
doubts. And yet it was awful to think of. He rehearsed the whole scene
in his mind again and yet again until it became a reality to him. He
saw his own last struggle for life and Otter watching it. He saw the
dwarf bearing him in his great arms to a lonely grave, there to cover
him with earth, and then, with a sigh, to flee the haunted spot for
ever. Why did he stop to die of fever? Because his brother had bidden
him to do so with his dying breath; because of a superstition, a
folly, which would move any civilised man to scorn.

Ah! there was the rub, he was no longer a civilised man; he had lived
so long with nature and savages that he had come to be as nature makes
the savage. His educated reason told him that this was folly, but his
instinct--that faculty which had begun to take the place of educated
reason with him--spoke in another voice. He had gone back in the scale
of life, he had grown primitive; his mind was as the mind of a
Norseman or of an Aztec. It did not seem wonderful to him that his
brother should have prophesied upon his dying bed; it did not strike
him as strange even that he should believe in the prophecy and act
upon it. And yet he knew that in all probability this obedience would
result in his own death.

Those who have lived much with nature will in some degree be familiar
with such sensations, for man and nature are ever at variance, and
each would shape the other to its ends. In the issue nature wins. Man
boasts continually of his conquests over her, her instincts, her
terrors, and her hopes. But let him escape from out his cities and the
fellowship of his kind, let him be alone with her for a while, and
where is his supremacy? He sinks back on to her breast again and is
lost there as in time to be all his labours shall be lost. The grass
of the field and the sand of the desert are more powerful than
Babylon; they were before her, they are after her; and so it is with
everything physical and moral in their degrees, for here rules a nurse
whom we human children must obey at last, however much we may defy
her.

Thus brooded Leonard as he sat, his hands in his pockets and an empty
pipe between his teeth. Their tobacco was done, and yet he drew at the
pipe, perhaps from habit. And all the while Otter watched him.

"Baas," he said at length, "you are sick, Baas."

"No," he answered, "that is, perhaps a little."

"Yes, Baas, a little. You have said nothing, but I know, I who watch.
The fever has touched you with his finger, by-and-by he will grip you
with his whole hand, and then, Baas----"

"And then, Otter, good night."

"Yes, Baas, for you good night, and for me, what? Baas, you think too
much and you have nothing to do, that is why you grow sick. Better
that we should go and dig again."

"What for, Otter? Ant-bear holes make good graves."

"Evil talk, Baas. Rather let us go away and wait no more than that you
should talk such talk, which is the beginning of death."

Then there was silence for a while.

"The truth is, Otter," said Leonard presently, "we are both fools. It
is useless for us to stay here with nothing to eat, nothing to drink,
nothing to smoke, and only the fever to look forward to, expecting we
know not what. But what does it matter? Fools and wise men all come to
one end. Lord! how my head aches and how hot it is! I wish that we had
some quinine left. I am going out," and he rose impatiently and left
the cave.

Otter followed him. He knew where he would go--to his brother's grave.
Presently they were there, standing on the hither edge of a ravine. A
cloud had hidden the face of the moon, and they could see nothing, so
they stood awhile idly waiting for it to pass.

As they rested thus, suddenly a moaning sound came to their ears, or
rather a sound which, beginning with a moan, ended in a long low wail.

"What is that?" asked Leonard, looking towards the shadows on the
further side of the ravine, whence the cry seemed to proceed.

"I do not know," answered Otter, "unless it be a ghost, or the voice
of one who mourns her dead."

"We are the only mourners here," said Leonard, and as he spoke once
more the low and piercing wail thrilled upon the air. Just then the
cloud passed, the moonlight shone out brilliantly, and they saw who it
was that cried aloud in this desolate place. For there, not twenty
paces from them, on the other side of the ravine, crouched upon a
stone and rocking herself to and fro as though in an agony of despair
and grief, sat a tall and withered woman.

With an exclamation of surprise Leonard started towards her, followed
by the dwarf. So absorbed was the woman in her sorrow that she neither
saw nor heard them. Even when they stood close to her she did not
perceive them, for her face was hidden in her bony hands. Leonard
looked at her curiously. She was past middle age, but he could see
that once she had been handsome, and, for a native, very light in
colour. Her hair was grizzled and crisp rather than woolly, and her
hands and feet were slender and finely shaped. At the moment he could
discern no more of the woman's personal appearance, for the face was
covered, as has been said, and her body wrapped in a tattered blanket.

"Mother," he said, speaking in the Sisutu dialect, "what ails you that
you weep here alone?"

The stranger let drop her hands and sprang up with a cry of fear. As
it chanced, her gaze fell first upon the dwarf Otter, who was standing
in front of her, and at the sight of him the cry died upon her lips,
and her sunken cheeks, clear-cut features, and sullen black eyes
became as those of one who is petrified with terror. So strange was
her aspect indeed that the dwarf and his master neither spoke nor
moved; they stood hushed and expectant. It was the woman who broke
this silence, speaking in a low voice of awe and adoration and, as she
spoke, sinking to her knees.

"And hast thou come to claim me at the last," she said, addressing
Otter, "O thou whose name is Darkness, to whom I was given in
marriage, and from whom I fled when I was young? Do I see thee in the
flesh, Lord of the night, King of blood and terror, and is this thy
priest? Or do I but dream? Nay, I dream not; slay on, thou priest, and
let my sin be purged."

"Here it seems," said Otter, "that we have to do with one who is mad."

"Nay, Jal," the woman answered, "I am not mad, though madness has been
nigh to me of late."

"Neither am I named Jal or Darkness," answered the dwarf with
irritation; "cease to speak folly, and tell the White Lord whence you
come, for I weary of this talk."

"If you are not Jal, Black One, the thing is strange, for as Jal is so
you are. But perchance it does not please you, having put on the
flesh, to avow yourself before me. At the least be it as you will. If
you are not Jal, then I am safe from your vengeance, and if you are
Jal I pray you forget the sins of my youth and spare me."

"Who is Jal?" asked Leonard curiously.

"Nay, I know not," answered the woman, with a sudden change of manner.
"Hunger and weariness have turned my brain, and I spoke wandering
words. Forget them and give me food, White Man," she added in a
piteous tone, "give me food, for I starve."

"There is scant fare here," answered Leonard, "but you are welcome to
it. Follow me, mother," and he led the way across the donga to the
cave, the woman limping after him painfully.

There Otter gave her meat, and she ate as one eats who has gone hungry
for long, greedily and yet with effort. When she had finished she
looked at Leonard with her keen dark eyes and said:

"Say, White Lord, are you also a slave-trader?"

"No," he answered grimly, "I am a slave."

"Who is your master then--this Black One here?"

"Nay, he is but the slave of a slave. I have no master, mother; I have
a mistress, and she is named Fortune."

"The worst of mistresses," said the old woman, "or the best, for she
laughs ever behind her frown and mingles stripes with kisses."

"The stripes I know well, but not the kisses," answered Leonard
gloomily; then added in another tone, "What is your errand, mother?
How are you named, and what do you seek wandering alone in the
mountains?"

"I am named Soa, and I seek succour for one whom I love and who is in
sore distress. Will my lord listen to my tale?"

"Speak on," said Leonard.

Then the woman crouched down before him and told this story.



                              CHAPTER VI

                           THE TALE OF SOA

"My lord, I, Soa, am the servant of a white man, a trader who lives on
the banks of the Zambesi some four days' march from hence, having a
house there which he built many years ago."

"How is the white man named?" asked Leonard.

"The black people call him Mavoom, but his white name is Rodd. He is a
good master and no common man, but he has this fault, that at times he
is drunken. Twenty years ago or more Mavoom, my lord, married a white
woman, a Portuguese whose father dwelt at Delagoa Bay, and who was
beautiful, ah! beautiful. Then he settled on the banks of the Zambesi
and became a trader, building the house where he is now, or rather
where its ruins are. Here his wife died in childbirth; yes, she died
in my arms, and it was I who reared her daughter Juanna, tending her
from the cradle to this day.

"Now, after the death of his wife Mavoom became more drunken. Still,
when he is not in liquor he is very clever and a good trader, and
several times he has collected ivory and feathers and gold worth much
money, and also has bred cattle by hundreds. Then he would say that he
must leave the wilderness and go to another country across the water,
I know not where, that country whence the Englishmen come.

"Twice he has started to go, and I with him and his daughter Juanna,
my mistress, who is named the Shepherdess of Heaven by the black
people, because they think that she has the gift of foretelling rain.
But once Mavoom stopped in a town, at Durban in Natal, and getting
drunk he gambled away all his money in a month, and once he lost it in
a river, the boat being overset by a river-horse and the ivory and
gold sinking out of sight. Still, the last time that he started he
left his daughter, the Shepherdess, at Durban, and there she stayed
for three years learning those things that the white women know, for
she is very clever, as clever as she is beautiful and good. Now, for
nearly two years she has been back at the Settlement, for she came to
Delagoa Bay in a ship, and I with her, and Mavoom met us.

"But one month gone my mistress the Shepherdess spoke to her father
Mavoom, telling him that she wearied of their lonely life in the
wilderness and wished to sail across the waters to the land which is
called Home. He listened to her, for Mavoom loves his daughter, and
said that it should be so. But he said this also: that first he would
go on a trading journey up the river to buy a store of ivory of which
he knew. Now she was against this, saying, 'Let us start at once, we
have tempted chance too long, and once again we are rich. Let us go to
Natal and pass over the seas.'

"Still he would not listen, for he is a headstrong man. So on the
morrow he started to search for the store of ivory, and the lady
Juanna his daughter wept, for though she is fearless, it was not
fitting that she should be left thus alone; also she hated to be apart
from her father, for it is when she is not there to watch that he
becomes drunken.

"Mavoom left, and twelve days went by while I and my mistress the
Shepherdess sat at the Settlement waiting till he returned. Now it is
the custom of my mistress, when she is dressed, to read each morning
from a certain holy book in which are written the laws of that Great-
Great whom she worships. On the thirteenth morning, therefore, she sat
beneath the verandah of the house, reading in the book according to
her custom, and I went about my work making food ready. Suddenly I
heard a tumult, and looking over the wall which is round the garden
and to the left of the house, I saw a great number of men, some of
them white, some Arab, and some half-breeds, one mounted and the
others on foot, and behind them a long caravan of slaves with the
slave-sticks set upon their necks.

"As they came these men fired guns at the people of the Settlement,
who ran this way and that. Some of the people fell, and more were made
captive, but others of them got away, for they were at work in the
fields and had seen the slave-traders coming.

"Now, as I gazed affrighted, I saw my mistress, the Shepherdess,
flying towards the wall behind which I stood, the book she was reading
being still in her hand. But as she reached it, the man mounted on the
mule overtook her, and she turned about and faced him, setting her
back against the wall. Then I crouched down and hid myself among some
banana-trees, and watched what passed through a crack in the wall.

"The man on the mule was old and fat, his hair was white and his face
yellow and wrinkled. I knew him at once, for often I have heard of him
before, who has been the terror of this country for many years. He is
named the Yellow Devil by the black people, but his Portuguese name is
Pereira, and he has his place in a secret spot down by one of the
mouths of the Zambesi. Here he collects the slaves, and here the
traders come twice a year with their dhows to carry them to market.

"Now this man looked at my mistress as she stood terrified with her
back against the wall; then he laughed and cried aloud in Portuguese,
'Here we have a pretty prize. This must be that Juanna of whose beauty
I have heard. Where is your father, my dove? Gone trading up the
river, has he not? Ah! I knew it, or perhaps I should not have
ventured here. But it was wrong of him to leave one so pretty all
alone. Well, well, he is about his business, and I must be about mine,
for I am a merchant also, my dove, a merchant who trades in
blackbirds. One with silver feathers does not often come my way, and I
must make the most of her. There is many a young man in our part who
will bid briskly for such eyes as yours. Never fear, my dove, we will
soon find you a husband.'

"Thus the Yellow Devil spoke, White Man, while the Shepherdess my
mistress crouched against the wall and stared at him with frightened
eyes, and the slave-traders his servants laughed aloud at his evil
words. Presently she seemed to understand, and I saw her slowly lift
her hand towards her head. Then I knew her purpose.

"Now, there is a certain deadly poison, White Man, of which I have the
secret, and that secret I taught long ago to my mistress. It is so
deadly that a piece of it no larger than the smallest ant can kill a
man--yes, the instant after it touches his tongue he will be dead.
Living alone as she does in the wilds, it is the custom of my mistress
to carry a portion of this poison hidden in her hair, since a time
might come when she must use it to save herself from worse than death.
Now it seemed to her that this hour was upon her, and I knew that she
was about to take the poison. Then in my fear I whispered to her
through the crack in the wall, speaking in an ancient tongue which I
have taught her, the tongue of my own people, White Man, and saying:
'Hold your hand, Shepherdess; while you live you may escape, but from
death there is no escape. It will be time to use the poison when the
worst is with you.'

"She heard and understood, for I saw her bow her head slightly, and
her hand fell to her side. Then Pereira spoke again:

"'And now, if you are ready,' he said, 'we will be moving, for it is
eight days' journey to my little Nest on the coast, and who can tell
when the dhows will come to fetch my blackbirds? Have you anything to
say before you go, my dove?'

"Now my mistress spoke for the first time, answering, 'I am in your
power, but I do not fear you, for if need be I can escape you. But I
tell you this: that your wickedness shall bring your own death upon
you;' and she glanced round at the bodies of those whom the slave-
traders had murdered, at the captives upon whom they were setting
chains and forks of wood, and the columns of smoke that were rising
from her home, for the roof of the Settlement had been fired.

"For a moment the Portuguese looked frightened, then he laughed aloud
and said with an oath, crossing himself after the fashion of his
people as a protection against the curse, 'What! you prophesy, do you,
my dove, and you can escape me at your will, can you? Well, we shall
see. Bring the other mule for this lady, you fellows.'

"The mule was brought, and Juanna, my mistress, was set upon it. Then
the slave-traders shot down such of the captives as they thought to be
of no value, the drivers flogged the slaves with their three-thonged
/sjambochs/ of hippopotamus-hide, and the caravan moved on down the
banks of the river.

"When all had gone I crept from my hiding-place and sought out those
men of the Settlement who had escaped the slaughter, praying them to
find arms and follow on the Yellow Devil's spoor, waiting for an
opportunity to rescue the Shepherdess whom they loved. But they would
not do this, for the heart was out of them, they were cowed by fear,
and most of the head-men had been taken captive. No, they would do
nothing except weep over their dead and the burnt kraals. 'You
cowards,' I said, 'if you will not come, then I must go alone. At the
least let some of you pass up the river and search for Mavoom, to tell
him what has chanced here in his house.'

"The men said that they would do this, and taking a blanket and a
little food, I followed upon the track of the slave-drivers. For four
days I followed, sometimes coming in sight of them, till at length the
meat was done and my strength left me. On the morning of the fifth day
I could go no farther, so I crept to the top of a koppie and watched
their long line winding across the plain. In its centre were two
mules, and on one of these mules sat a woman. Then I knew that no harm
had befallen my mistress as yet, for she still lived.

"Now from the koppie I saw a little kraal far away to the right, and
to this kraal I came that same afternoon with my last strength. I told
its people that I had escaped from the slave-drivers, and they treated
me kindly. Here it was also I learnt that some white men from Natal
were digging for gold in these mountains, and next day I travelled on
in search of them, thinking perchance they would help me, for I know
well that the English hate the slave-drivers. And here, my lord, I am
come at last with much toil, and now I pray you deliver my mistress
the Shepherdess from the hands of the Yellow Devil. Oh! my Lord, I
seem poor and wretched; but I tell you that if you can deliver her you
shall win a great reward. Yes, I will reveal to you that which I have
kept hidden all my life, ay, even from Mavoom my master; /I will
reveal to you the secret treasures of my people, 'The Children of the
Mist.'/"

Now when Leonard, who all the while had been listening attentively and
in silence to Soa's tale, heard her last words, he raised his head and
stared at her, thinking that her sorrows had made her mad. There was
no look of madness upon the woman's fierce face, however, but only one
of the most earnest and indeed passionate entreaty. So, letting this
matter go by for the while, he spoke to her:

"Are you then crazed, mother?" he said. "You see that I am alone here
with one servant, for my three companions, of whom the people in the
kraal told you, are dead through fever, and I myself am smitten with
it. And yet you ask me, alone as I am, to travel to this slave-
trader's camp that is you know not where, and there, single-handed, to
rescue your mistress, if indeed you have a mistress, and your tale is
true. Are you then mad, mother?"

"No, Lord, I am not mad, and that which I tell you is true, every word
of it. I know that I ask a great thing, but I know also that you
Englishmen can do great things when you are well paid. Strive to help
me and you shall have your reward. Ay, should you fail, and live, I
can still give you a reward; not much perhaps, but more than you have
ever earned."

"Never mind the reward now, mother," broke in Leonard testily, for the
veiled sarcasm of Soa's speech had stung him, "unless, indeed, you can
cure me of the fever," he added with a laugh.

"I can do that," she answered quietly; "to-morrow morning I will cure
you."

"So much the better," he said, with an incredulous smile. "And now of
your wisdom tell me how am I to look for your mistress, to say nothing
of rescuing her, when I do not know whither she has been taken?
Probably this Nest of which the Portugee talked is a secret place. How
long has she been carried off?"

"This will be the twelfth day, Lord. As for the Nest, it is secret;
that I have discovered. It is to your wisdom that I look to find it."

Leonard mused awhile, then a thought struck him. Turning to the dwarf,
who had been sitting by listening to all that was said in stolid
silence, his great head resting upon his knees, he spoke to him in
Dutch:

"Otter, were you not once taken as a slave?"

"Yes, Baas, once, ten years ago."

"How was it?"

"Thus Baas. I was hunting on the Zambesi with the soldiers of a tribe
there--it was after my own people had driven me out because they said
that I was too ugly to become their chief, as I was born to be. Then
the Yellow Devil, that same man of whom the woman speaks, fell upon us
with Arabs, and took us to his place, there to await the slave-dhows.
He was a stout man, horrible to see, and elderly. The day the dhows
came in I escaped by swimming; and all the others who remained alive
were taken off in ships to Zanzibar."

"Could you find your way to that place again, Otter?"

"Yes, Baas. It is a hard spot to find, for the path runs through
morasses; moreover the place is secret and protected by water. All of
us slaves were blindfolded during the last day's march. But I worked
up my bandage with my nose--ah! my big nose served me well that day--
and watched the path from beneath it, and Otter never forgets a road
over which his feet have travelled. Also I followed that path back."

"Could you find the spot from here?"

"Yes, Baas. I should go along these mountains, ten days' journey or
more, till we struck the southernmost mouth of the Zambesi below
Luabo. Then I should follow the river down a day's journey. Afterwards
two or more days through the swamps and we come to the place. But it
is a strong place, Baas, and there are many men armed with guns in it;
moreover, there is a big cannon, a 'by-and-by'!"

Again Leonard thought a moment, then he turned to Soa and asked, "Do
you understand Dutch? No? Well I have found out something of this Nest
from my servant. Pereira said that it was eight days' journey from
your master's settlement, so your mistress has been there some three
or four days if she ever reached it. Now, from what I know of the
habits of slave-traders on this coast, the dhows will not begin to
take in their cargoes for another month, because of the monsoon.
Therefore, if I am correct, there is plenty of time. Mind you, Mother,
I am not saying that I will have anything to do with this business; I
must think it over first."

"Yes, you will, White Man," she answered, "when you know the reward;
but of that I will tell you to-morrow, after I have cured you of your
fever. And now I pray, Black One, show me a place where I may sleep,
for I am very weary."



                             CHAPTER VII

                  LEONARD SWEARS ON THE BLOOD OF ACA

On the morrow Leonard woke early from a troubled sleep, for his fever
would scarcely let him rest. But, early as it was, the woman Soa had
been up before him, and on coming out of the cave the first thing that
he saw was her tall shape bending over a little fire, whereon a gourd
was boiling, the contents of which she stirred from time to time.

"Good morning to you, White Man," she said; "here is that which shall
cure you of your sickness as I promised to do;" and she lifted the
gourd from the fire.

Leonard took it and sniffed at the liquor, which smelt abominably.

"It is more likely to poison me, mother," he said.

"No, no," she answered with a smile; "drink half of it now and half at
midday, and the fever shall trouble you no more."

So soon as the stuff was cool enough Leonard obeyed, though with a
doubting heart.

"Well, mother," he said, setting the gourd down with a gasp, "if
nastiness is any proof of virtue your medicine should be good."

"It is good," she answered gravely; "many have been dragged from the
edge of death by it."

And here it may be stated, whether it was owing to Soa's medicine or
to other causes, that Leonard began to mend from that hour. By
nightfall he felt a different man, and before three days were over he
was as strong as he had ever been in his life. But into the
ingredients of the draught he never found the courage to inquire, and
perhaps it was as well.

Shortly after he had taken his dose Leonard observed Otter walking up
the hill, bearing a huge lump of meat upon his shoulders.

"The old woman has brought us luck," said the dwarf as he loosed
himself from his burden. "Once more the bush is full of game; scarcely
had I reached it when I killed a young koodoo, fat, ah! fat, and there
are many of them about."

Then they prepared breakfast, and ate it, and when the meal was done
once more they talked.

"Mother," began Leonard, "last night you asked me to undertake a great
venture, and promised a reward in payment. Now, as you said, we
Englishmen will do much for gold, and I am a poor man who seeks
wealth. You demand of me that I should risk my life; now tell me of
its price."

The woman Soa looked at him awhile, and answered:

"White Man, have you ever heard of the People of the Mist?"

"No," he said, "that is, except in London. I mean that I know nothing
of such a people. What of them?"

"This: I, Soa, am one of that people. I was the daughter of their
head-priest, and I fled from them many many years ago, because I was
doomed to be offered up as a sacrifice to the god Jal, he who is
shaped like the Black One yonder," and she pointed to Otter.

"This is rather interesting," said Leonard; "go on."

"White Man, that people is a great people. They live in a region of
mist, upon high lands beneath the shadow of the tops of snow
mountains. They are larger than other men in size, and very cruel, but
their women are fair. Now of the beginning of my people I know
nothing, for it is lost in the past. But they worship an ancient stone
statue fashioned like a dwarf, and to him they offer the blood of men.
Beneath the feet of the statue is a pool of water, and beyond the pool
is a cave. In that cave, White Man, he dwells whom they adore in
effigy above, he, Jal, whose name is Terror."

"Do you mean that a dwarf lives in the cave?" asked Leonard.

"No, White Man, not a dwarf, but a holy crocodile which they name the
Snake, the biggest crocodile in the whole world, and the oldest, for
he has dwelt there from the beginning. It is this Snake that devours
the bodies of those who are offered to the Black One."

"As I remarked before," said Leonard, "all this is very romantic and
interesting, but I cannot see that there is much profit to be made out
of it."

"White Man, the lives of men are not the only things which the priests
of the Children of the Mist offer to their god; they offer also such
toys as /this/, White Man," and suddenly she unclosed her hand and
exhibited to Leonard's astonished gaze a ruby, or what appeared to be
a ruby, of such size and so lovely a colour, that his eyes were
dazzled when he looked at it. The gem, though roughly polished, was
uncut, but its dimensions were those of a small blackbird's egg, it
was of the purest pigeon-blood colour, without a flaw, and worn almost
round, apparently by the action of water. Now, as it chanced, Leonard
knew something of gems, although unhappily he was less acquainted with
the peculiarities of the ruby than with those of most other stones.
Thus, although this magnificent specimen might be a true stone, as
indeed appeared to be the case, it was quite possible that it was only
a spinel, or a garnet, and alas! he had no means of setting his doubts
at rest.

"Do your people find many of these pebbles, Soa?" he asked, "and if
so, where do they find them?"

"Yes, White Man, they find many, though few of such a size as this.
They dig them out of a dry river-bed in some spot that is known to the
priests only, and with them other beautiful stones of a blue colour."

"Sapphires probably," said Leonard to himself: "they generally go
together."

"Every year they dig them," she went on, "and the biggest of those
that are found in their digging they bind upon the brow of her who is
to be offered as a wife to the god Jal. Afterwards, before she dies,
they take the gem from her brow and store it in a secret place, and
there in that secret place are hidden all those that have been worn by
the victims of countless years. Moreover the eyes of Jal are made of
such stones, and there are others.

"This is the legend of my people, White Man, that Jal, God of Death
and Evil, slew his mother, Aca, in the far past. There where the
stones are found he slew her, and the red gems are her blood, and the
blue gems are her tears which she shed praying to him for mercy.
Therefore the blood of Aca is offered to Jal, and so it shall be
offered till Aca comes again to drive his worship from the land."

"A nice bit of mythology, I am sure," said Leonard. "Our old friends
the Darkness and the Dawn in an African shape, I suppose. But listen
to me, mother. This stone, if it is genuine, is worth many ounces of
gold, but there are other stones so like it that none who are not
learned can tell the difference, and if it be one of these it is of
little value. Still it may happen that this, and the others of which
you speak, are true rubies; at any rate I should be willing to take my
chance of that. But now, tell me, what is your plan? This is a very
pretty story, and the rubies may be there, but how am I to get them?"

"I have a plan, White Man," she answered. "If you will help me, I
offer to give you that stone, which I have borne hidden about me for
many years, tellings its story to none, no, not even to Mavoom. I
offer to give it to you now if you will promise to attempt the rescue
of my mistress, for I know by your eyes that if once you promise you
will not desert the quest;" and she paused, looking at him keenly.

"Very well," said Leonard, "but considering the risks the price does
not seem quite good enough. As I told you, this stone may be worth
nothing: you must make a better bid, mother."

"Truly, White Man, I have judged you well," answered Soa with a sneer;
"also you are wise: little work for little wage. Listen now, this is
the pay I proffer you.

"If you succeed, and the Shepherdess is saved alive from the grip of
the Yellow Devil, I promise this on her behalf and on my own: that I
will guide you to the land of the People of the Mist, and show you a
way to win for yourself all those other countless stones that are
hidden there."

"Good," said Leonard, "but why do you promise on behalf of your
mistress and yourself? What has she got to do with it?"

"Without her nothing can be done, White Man. This people is great and
strong, and we have no force with which to conquer them in war. Here
craft must be your spear."

"You must speak more clearly, Soa. I cannot waste time in guessing
riddles. How will you conquer this people by craft, and what has Miss
Rodd, whom you name the Shepherdess, to do with the matter?"

"That you shall learn by-and-by, after you have rescued her, White
Man; till then my lips are shut. I tell you that I have a plan, and
this must be enough, for more I will not say. If you are not content,
let me go to seek help elsewhere."

Leonard thought a moment, and seeing that she was determined not to be
more explicit, said:

"Very well, then. And now how am I to know that your mistress will
fall in with this scheme?"

"I answer for her," said Soa, "she will never go back upon my word.
Look you, White Man, it is not for a little thing that I would have
told you this tale. If you journey to the land of the People of the
Mist, I must go with you, and there, should I be discovered, my death
waits me. I tell you the tale, or some of it, and I offer you the
bribe because I see that you need money, and I am sure that without
the chance of winning money you will not hazard your life in this
desperate search. But I love my mistress so well that I am ready to
hazard mine; ay, I would give six lives, if I had them, to save her
from the shame of the slave. Now, White Man, we have talked enough; is
it a bargain?"

"What do you say, Otter?" asked Leonard, thoughtfully pulling at his
beard, "you have heard all this wonderful tale and you are clever."

"Yes, Baas," said the dwarf, speaking for the first time, "I have
heard the tale, and as for being clever, perhaps I am and perhaps I am
not. My people said that I was clever, and that is one of the reasons
why they would not have me for a chief. If I had been clever only,
they could have borne it, they said, or if I had been ugly only, but
being both ugly and clever I was no chief for them. They feared lest I
should rule them too well and make all the people to be born ugly
also. Ah! they were fools; they did not understand that it wants
someone cleverer than I to make people so ugly."

"Never mind all that," said Leonard, who understood however that the
dwarf was talking thus in order to give himself time to think before
he answered. "Show me your mind, Otter."

"Baas, what can I say? I know nothing of the value of that red stone.
I do not know whether this woman, of whom my heart tells me no good,
speaks truth or lies about a distant people who live in a fog and
worship a god shaped as I am. None have ever worshipped me, yet there
may be a land where I should be deemed worthy of worship, and if so I
should like to travel in that land. But as to the rescue of this
Shepherdess from the Nest of the Yellow Devil, I do not know how it
can be brought about. Say, mother, how many of the men of Mavoom were
taken prisoners with your mistress?"

"Fifty of them perchance," answered Soa.

"Well now," went on the dwarf, "if we could loose those men and if
they are brave we might do something, but there are many /if's/ about
it, Baas. Still if you think the pay is good enough we can try. It
will be better than sitting here, and it does not matter what happens.
Every man to his fate, Baas, and fate to every man."

"A good motto," said Leonard. "Soa, I take your offer, though I am a
fool for my pains. And now, with your leave, we will put the matter
into writing so that there may be no mistake about it afterwards. Get
a little blood from the buck's flesh, Otter, and mix gunpo water with
it; that will do for ink if we add some hot water."

While the dwarf was compounding this ominous mixture Leonard sought of
paper. He could find none; the last had been lost when the hut was
blown away on the night of his brother's death. Then he bethought him
of the prayer-book which Jane Beach had given him. He would not use
the fly-leaf, because her name was on it, so he must write across the
title-page. And thus he wrote in small, neat letters with his mixture
of blood and gunpowder straight through the /Order of Common
Prayer/:--


             "/Agreement between Leonard Outram and Soa,
                          the native woman./

 "I. The said Leonard Outram agrees to use his best efforts to
  rescue Juanna, the daughter of Mr. Rodd, now reduced to a state of
  slavery and believed to be in the power of one Pereira, a slave-
  dealer.

 "II. In consideration of the services of the said Leonard Outram,
  the said Soa delivers to him a certain stone believed to be a
  ruby, of which the said Leonard Outram hereby acknowledges the
  receipt.

 "III. Should the rescue be effected, the said Soa hereby agrees, on
  behalf of herself and the said Juanna Rodd, to conduct the said
  Leonard Outram to a certain spot in central South Eastern Africa,
  inhabited by a tribe known as the People of the Mist, there to
  reveal to him and to help him to gain possession of the store of
  rubies used in the religious ceremonies of the said tribe.
  Further, the said Soa agrees, on behalf of the said Juanna Rodd,
  that she, the said Juanna, will accompany her upon the journey,
  and will play among the said People of the Mist any part that may
  be required of her as necessary to the success of this
  undertaking.

 "IV. It is mutually agreed that these enterprises be prosecuted
  until the said Leonard Outram is satisfied that they are
  fruitless.

 "Signed in the Manica Mountains, Eastern Africa,
           on the ninth day of May 18--."


When he had finished this document, perhaps one of the most remarkable
that were ever written since Pizarro drew up his famous agreement for
the division of the prospective spoils of Peru, Leonard read it aloud
and laughed heartily to himself. It was the first time that he had
laughed for some months. Then he translated it to his companions, not
without complaisancy, for it had a truly legal sound, and your layman
loves to affect the lawyer.

"What do you think of that, Otter?" he asked when he had finished.

"It is fine, Baas, very fine," answered the dwarf. "Wonderful are the
ways of the white man! But, Baas, how can the old woman promise things
on behalf of another?"

Leonard pulled his beard reflectively. The dwarf had put his finger
upon the weak spot in the document. But he was saved the necessity of
answering by Soa herself, who said quietly, "Have no fear, White Man;
that which I promise in her name, my mistress will certainly perform,
if so be that you can save her. Give me the pen that I may make my
mark upon the paper. But first do you swear upon the red stone that
you will perform what you undertake in this writing."

So Leonard laughed, swore, and signed, and Soa made her mark. Then
Otter affixed his, as witness to the deed, and the thing was finished.
Laughing again at the comicality of the transaction, which indeed he
had carried out more by way of joke than for any other reason, Leonard
put the prayer-book in his pocket and the great ruby into a division
of his belt. The old woman watched the stone vanish with an expression
of triumph on her face, then she cried exultingly:

"Ah! White Man, you have taken my pay, and now you are my servant to
the end. He who swears upon the blood of Aca swears an oath indeed,
and woe be to him if he should break it."

"Quite so," answered Leonard; "I have taken your pay and I mean to
earn it, so we need not enter into the matter of the blood of Aca. It
seems to me more probable that our own blood will be in question
before all is said and done. And now we had better make ready to
start."



                             CHAPTER VIII

                              THE START

Food was their first consideration, and to provide it Leonard bade
Otter cut the lump of raw meat into strips and set them upon the rocks
to dry in the broiling sun. Then they sorted their goods and selected
such of them as they could carry.

Alas! they were but few. A blanket apiece--a spare pair of boots
apiece--some calomel and sundries from the medicine-chest--a shot gun
and the two best rifles and ammunition--a compass, a water bottle,
three knives, a comb, and a small iron cooking-pot made up the total--
a considerable weight for two men and a woman to drag across
mountains, untravelled plains, and swamps. This baggage was divided
into three loads, of which Soa's was the lightest, and that of Otter
weighed as much as the other two put together.

"It was nothing," he said, "he could carry the three if need were;"
and so great was the dwarf's strength that Leonard knew this to be no
idle boast.

At length all was prepared, and the articles that remained were buried
in the cave together with the mining tools. It was not likely that
they would ever return to seek them; more probably they will lie there
till, thousands of years hence, they are dug up and become priceless
relics of the Anglo-African age. Still they hid them on the chance.
Leonard had melted the fruits of their mining into little ingots. In
all there were about a hundred ounces of almost pure gold--the price
of three men's lives! Half of these ingots he placed with the ruby in
the belt about his middle, and half he gave to Otter, who hid them in
his bundle. Leonard's first idea was to leave the bullion, because it
entailed the carrying of extra weight; but he remembered in time that
gold is always useful, and nowhere more so than among Portuguese and
Arab slave-drivers.

By evening everything was ready, and when the edge of the moon showed
above the horizon, Leonard rose, and lifting his load, fastened it
upon his shoulders with the loops of hide which had been prepared,
Otter and Soa following his example. It was their plan to travel by
night so long as the state of the moon served them, for thus they
would escape the terrible heat and lessen the danger of being
observed.

"Follow me in a few minutes," said Leonard to Otter; "you will find me
by the donga."

The dwarf nodded. A quarter of an hour later he started also with Soa
and found his master standing bareheaded by his brother's grave,
taking a mute farewell of that which lay beneath before he left it for
ever to its long sleep in the untrodden wilderness. It was a
melancholy parting, but there have been many such in the African fever
belt.

With one last look Leonard turned and joined his companions. Then,
having taken counsel with them and with the compass, he set his face
to the mountain and his heart to the new adventures, hopes, and fears
that were beyond it. The past was done with, it lay buried in yonder
grave, but by the mercy of God he was still a man, living beneath the
sunlight, and the future stretched away before him. What would it
bring? He cared little; experience had taught him the futility of
anxieties as to the future. Perchance a grave like those which he had
left, perchance wealth, love, and honour. Whatever the event he would
strive to meet it with patience, dignity, and resignation. It was not
his part to ask questions or to reason why; it was his part to
struggle on and take such guerdon as it pleased Providence to send
him.

Thus thought Leonard, and this is the right spirit for an adventurer
to cultivate. It is the right spirit in which to meet the good and ill
of life--that greatest of adventures which every one of us must dare.
He who meets them thus and holds his heart pure and his hands clean
will lay himself down to sleep without a sigh or a regret when
mountain, swamp, river, and forest all are travelled, and the unknown
innumerable treasure, buried from the olden time far out of reach of
man's sight and knowledge, at last is opened to his gaze.

So Leonard started, and his hopes were high notwithstanding the
desperate nature of their undertaking. For here it must be confessed
that the undesirable element of superstition still held fast upon his
mind, and now with some slight cause. Had not his brother spoken of
wealth that he should win by the aid of a woman? And had not a woman
come to him, bearing in her hand a jewel which, if real, was in itself
worth a moderate fortune; promising also, with the help of another
woman, to lead him to a land where many such might be found? Yes,
these things were so, and it may be pardoned to Leonard if, setting
aside the theory of coincidence, he began to believe that the end
would be as the beginning had been, that the great adventure would be
achieved and the wealth be won.

We shall not need to follow the footsteps of Leonard Outram and his
companions day by day. For a week they travelled on, journeying mostly
by night as they had proposed. They climbed mountains, they struggled
through swamps and forests, they swam rivers. Indeed one of these was
in flood, and they never could have crossed it had it not been for
Otter's powers of natation. Six times did the dwarf face the torrent,
bearing their goods and guns held above the water with one hand. On
the seventh journey he was still more heavily weighted, for, with some
assistance from Leonard, he must carry the woman Soa, who could swim
but little. But he did it, and without any great fatigue. It was not
until Otter was seen stemming a heavy current that his vast strength
could be measured. Here, indeed, his stunted stature was a positive
advantage, for it offered the less surface for the water to act upon.

So they travelled forward, sometimes hungry, sometimes full of meat,
and even of what were better, of milk and corn. For the country was
not entirely deserted; occasionally they came to scattered kraals, and
were able to obtain provisions from their peaceful inhabitants in
return for some such trifle as an empty cartridge of brass. At first
Leonard was afraid lest Soa should tire, but notwithstanding her years
and the hardships and sufferings which she had undergone, she showed
wonderful endurance--endurance so wonderful that he came to the
conclusion that it was her spirit which supported the frailty of her
body, and the ever-present desire to rescue one whom she loved as a
surly dog sometimes loves its master. However this might be, she
pushed forward with the rest, rarely speaking except to urge them
onwards.

On the eighth night of their journey they halted upon the crest of a
high mountain. The moon had set, and it was impossible to go further;
moreover, they were weary with long marching. Wrapping themselves up
in their blankets--for here the air was piercingly cold--they lay down
beneath the shelter of some bushes to sleep till dawn. It was Otter
who woke them. "Look, Baas," he said to Leonard, "we have marched
straight. There below us is the big river, and there far to the right
is the sea."

They looked. Some miles from them, across the great plain of bush that
merged gradually into swamp, lay that branch of the Zambesi which they
would reach. They could not see it, indeed, for its face was hid by a
dense cloak of soft white mist that covered it like a cloud. But there
it was, won at last, and there away to the eastward shone the wide
glitter of the sea, flecked with faint lines of broken billows whence
the sun rose in glory.

"See, Baas," said Otter, when they had satisfied themselves with the
beautiful sight, "yonder, some five hours' march from here, the
mountains curve down to the edge of the river. Thither we must go, for
it is on the further side of those hills that the great swamp lies
where the Yellow Devil has his place. I know the spot well; I have
passed it twice."

They rested till noonday; but that night, before the moon rose, they
stood on the curve of the mountain, close down to the water's edge. At
length she came up, and showed them a wonderful scene of desolation.
Beyond the curve of hills the mountains trended out again to the
south, gradually growing lower till at last they melted into the
skyline. In the vast semicircle thus formed ran the river, spotted
with green islands, while between it and the high ground, over a space
which varied from one mile at the narrowest to twenty miles in width
at the broadest of the curve, was spread a huge and dismal swamp,
marked by patches of stagnant water, clothed with reeds which grew to
the height of small trees, and exhaling a stench as of the rottenness
of ages.

The loneliness of the place was dreadful, its waste and desolation
were appalling. And yet it lived with a life of its own. Wild fowl
flew in wedges from the sea to feed in its recesses, alligators and
hippopotami splashed in the waters, bitterns boomed among the rushes,
and from every pool and quagmire came the croaking of a thousand
frogs.

"Yonder runs the slave road, or yonder it once ran," said Otter,
pointing to the foot of a hill.

"Let us go and see," answered Leonard; "we can follow it for a while
and camp."

They climbed down the hill. At its foot Otter cast backwards and
forwards among the bushes like a hound. Then he held up his hand and
whistled.

"I thought so," he said, as the others drew near; "the path is still
the same. Look, Baas."

As he spoke he broke down the branches of a creeping bush with his
strong foot. Among them lay the mouldering skeleton of a woman, and by
her side that of a child.

"Not long dead," said Otter phlegmatically, "perhaps two weeks. Ah!
the Yellow Devil leaves a spoor that all may follow."

Soa bent over the bones and examined them. "One of Mavoom's people,"
she said; "I know the fashion of the anklets."

Then they marched on for two hours or more, till at length they came
to a spot where the trail ran to the edge of the water and stopped.

"What now, Otter?" said Leonard.

"Here the slaves are put on boats, Baas," the dwarf answered. "The
boats should be hidden yonder," and he pointed to some thick reeds.
"There too they 'weed the corn,' killing out the weakly ones, that
they may not be burdened with them. Let us go and look."

They went, Otter leading the way. Presently he halted. "The boats are
gone," he said, "all except one canoe; but the 'weeds' lie in a heap
as of old."

He was right. Piled in a little open space lay the bodies of some
thirty men, women, and children recently dead. In other spaces close
by were similar heaps, but these were of bleached bones on which the
moonlight shone brightly--mementoes of former sacrifices. Quite close
to the first pile of dead was a mooring-place where at least a dozen
flat-bottomed boats had been secured, for their impress could yet be
seen in the sand. Now they were gone with the exception of the canoe,
which was kept there, evidently to facilitate the loading and
launching of the large boats.

Nobody made any comment. The sight was beyond comment, but a fierce
desire rose in Leonard's heart to come face to face with this "Yellow
Devil" who fattened on the blood and agony of helpless human beings,
and to avenge them if he might.

"The light is going, we must camp here till the morning," he said
after a while.

And there they camped in this Golgotha, this place of bones, every one
of which cried to heaven for vengeance.

The night wind swept over them whispering in the giant reeds,
fashioning the mists into fantastic shapes that threw strange shadows
on the inky surface of the water as it crept slowly to the sea. From
time to time the frogs broke into a sudden chorus of croaking, then
grew silent again; the heron cried from afar as some alligator or
river-horse disturbed its rest, and from high in air came the sound of
the wings of wild-fowl that travelled to the ocean. But to Leonard's
fancy all these various voices of nature were as one voice that spoke
from the piles of skeletons gleaming faintly in the uncertain
starlight and cried, "Oh! God, how long shall iniquity have power on
the earth? Oh! God, how long shall thy Hand be stayed?"

The darkness passed, the sun shone out merrily, and the travellers
arose, brushed the night-dew from their hair, and ate a scanty meal,
for they must husband such food as they had with them. Then, as though
by common consent, they went to the canoe, bailed her out, and
started, Leonard and Otter using the paddles.

Now it was that the dwarf's marvellous memory for locality came into
play. Without him they could not have gone a mile, for their course
ran through numberless lagoons and canals, cut by nature and the
current in the dense banks of reeds. There was nothing to enable them
to distinguish one of these canals from another; in truth they all
formed a portion of this mouth of the river. There were no landmarks
to guide them; everywhere spread a sea of swamp diversified by rush-
clothed islands, which to the inexperienced eye presented few points
of difference. This was the road that Otter led them on unfalteringly;
ten years had passed since he had travelled it, but he never even
hesitated. Time upon time they came to new openings in the reeds
leading this way and that. Then for a moment the dwarf would consider,
and, lifting his hand, point out which water-way they should choose,
and they followed it.

Thus they went on for the most part of that day, till towards evening
they reached a place where the particular canal that they were
following suddenly divided itself into two, one branch running north
and one in a southerly direction.

"Which way, Otter?" asked Leonard.

"Nay, Baas, I know not. The water has changed; there was no land here,
the cut went straight on."

This was a serious matter, for one false step in such a labyrinth
meant that they would be lost utterly. For long they debated which
stream to take, and at last decided to try that on the left hand,
which Otter thought ran more nearly in the true direction. They had
already started in pursuance of his advice when Soa, who had remained
silent hitherto, suggested that they should first go a little way down
the right-hand stream on the chance of finding a clue. Leonard
demurred, but as the woman seemed bent upon it, he yielded, and
turning the boat they paddled her some three hundred yards in this new
direction. As there was nothing to be seen, however, Otter began to
put her about again.

"Stay, White Man," said Soa, who had been searching the surface of the
water with her quick eyes, "what is that thing yonder?" and she
pointed to a clump of reeds about forty yards away, among which some
small white object was just discernible.

"Feathers, I think," Leonard answered, "but we will go and see." In
another moment they were there.

"It is paper, Baas," said Otter in a low voice, "paper stuck on a
reed."

"Lift it carefully," answered Leonard in the same tone, for his
anxiety was keen. How came it that they found paper fixed to a reed in
such a place as this?

Otter obeyed, laying the sodden sheet on the thwart of the canoe
before Leonard, who with Soa examined it closely.

"This is a leaf from that holy book in which my mistress reads," said
the woman with conviction; "I know the shape of it well. She has torn
the paper out and affixed it on the reed as a sign to any who might
come after her."

"It looks like it," said Leonard; "that was a good thought of yours to
turn up here, old lady." Then he bent down and read such verses as
were still legible on the page; they ran thus:

"For he hath looked down from the height of his sanctuary; from heaven
did the Lord behold the earth;"

"To hear the groaning of the prisoner; to loose those that are
appointed to death;"

"The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be
established before thee."

"Hum!" said Leonard to himself, "the quotation seems very appropriate.
If one had faith in omens now, a man might say that this was a good
one." And in his heart he believed it to be so.

Another hour's journey brought them to the point of the island along
which they had been travelling.

"Ah," said Otter, "now I know the path again. This is the right
stream, that to the left must be a new one. Had we taken it we should
have lost our way, and perhaps have found it no more for days, or not
at all."

"Say, Otter," said Leonard, "you escaped from this slave-camp. How did
you do it--in a boat?"

"No, Baas. The Baas knows that I am strong, my Spirit who gave me
ugliness gave me strength also to make up for it, and it is well, for
had I been beautiful as you are, Baas, and not very strong, I should
have been a slave now, or dead. With my chained hands I choked him who
was set to watch me, and took his knife. Then by my strength I broke
the irons--see, Baas, here are the scars of them to this day. When I
broke them they cut into my flesh, but they were old irons that had
been on many slaves, so I mastered them. Then as others came to kill
me I threw myself into the water and dived, and they never saw me
more. Afterwards I swam all the way, resting from time to time on the
islands and from time to time running along the shore where the reeds
were not too thick, till at length I escaped into the open country. I
travelled four days to reach it, and most of that time I was in the
water."

"And what did you feed on?"

"Roots and the eggs of birds."

"And did not the alligators try to eat you?"

"Yes, one, Baas, but I am quick in the water. I got upon the water-
snake's back--ah! my Spirit was with me then--and I drove the knife
through his eye into his brain. Then I smeared myself over with his
blood, and after that they did not touch me, for they knew the smell
and thought that I was their brother."

"Say, Otter, are you not afraid of going back to this place?"

"Somewhat, Baas, for there is that hell of which you white people
talk. But where the Baas goes there I can go also; Otter will not
linger while you run. Also, Baas, I am not brave, no, no, yet I would
look upon that Yellow Devil again, yes, if I myself must die to do it,
and kill him with these hands."

And the dwarf dropped the paddle screaming "Kill him! kill him! kill
him!" so loudly that the birds rose in affright from the marshes.

"Be quiet," said Leonard angrily; "do you want to bring the Arabs on
us?"

But to himself he thought that he should be sorry for Pereira, alias
the "Yellow Devil," if once Otter found a chance to fly at his throat.



                              CHAPTER IX

                       THE YELLOW DEVIL'S NEST

Sundown came, and, as on the previous night, the three travellers
camped upon an island waiting for the moon to rise. They had caught
two flapper-ducks in some weeds, and there was a talk of lighting a
fire to cook them by. Finally Leonard negatived this idea. "It is
dangerous," he said, "for fires can be seen from afar." So they made a
wretched meal off a little dried meat and some raw duck's eggs.

It was fortunate that his caution prevailed, since, as the twilight
was dying into dark, they heard the stroke of paddles and made out the
shapes of canoes passing them. There were several canoes, each of
which towed something behind it, and the men in them shouted to one
another from time to time, now in Portuguese and now in Arabic.

"Lie still, lie still," whispered Otter, "these are the slave-men
taking back the big boats."

Leonard and Soa followed his advice to the letter, and the slavers,
paddling furiously up stream, passed within thirty feet of where they
crouched in the rushes.

"Give way, comrades," called one man to the captain of the next canoe;
"the landing-place is near, and there is rum for those who earn it."

"I hope that they will not stop here," said Leonard beneath his
breath.

"Hist!" answered Otter, "I hear them landing."

He was right; the party had disembarked about two hundred yards away.
Presently they heard them collecting reeds for burning, and in ten
minutes more two bright tongues of flame showed that they had lit
their fires.

"We had better get out of this," said Leonard; "if they discover
us----"

"They will not discover us, Baas, if we lie still," answered Otter;
"let us wait awhile. I have another plan. Listen, Baas." And he
whispered in his ear.

So they waited. From the fires below them came the sound of men eating
and drinking--especially drinking. An hour passed, and Leonard rose,
followed by Otter, who said:

"I will come too, Baas; I can move like a cat."

"Where are you going, White Man?" asked Soa.

"I am going to spy upon those men. I understand Portuguese, and wish
to hear what they say. Otter, take your knife and revolver, but no
gun."

"Good," said the woman, "but be careful. They are very clever."

"Yes, yes," put in Otter, "but the Baas is clever also, and I, I am
clever. Do not fear for us, mother."

Then they started, creeping cautiously through the reeds. When they
were within twenty yards of the fires, Leonard missed his footing and
fell into a pool of water with a splash. Some of the slave-dealers
heard the noise and sprang to their feet. Instantly Otter grunted in
exact imitation of a hippopotamus-calf.

"A sea-cow," said a man in Portuguese. "She won't hurt us. The fire
will frighten her."

Leonard and Otter waited awhile, then crept to a clump of reeds whence
they could hear every word that was spoken. The men round the fire
numbered twenty-two. One, their leader, appeared to be a pure-bred
Portugee, some of the others were Bastards and the rest Arabs. They
were drinking rum and water out of tin pannikins--a great deal of rum
and very little water. Many of them seemed half-drunk already, at any
rate their tongues were loosened.

"May a curse fall upon our father, the Devil!" said one, a half-breed;
"why did he take it into his head to send us back with the boats just
now? We shall miss the fun."

"What fun?" answered the leader of the party. "They won't cage the
birds for another three or four days; the dhows are not ready, and
there is talk of an English cruiser--may she sink to hell!--hanging
about outside the river mouth."

"No, not that," said the man who had spoken first, "there is not much
sport in driving a lot of stinking niggers on to a dhow. I mean the
auction of the white girl, the English trader's daughter, whom we
caught up the river yonder. There's a beauty for some lucky dog; I
never saw such a one. What eyes she has, and what a spirit! why, most
of the little dears would have cried themselves blind by now."

"You needn't think about her," sneered his leader; "she will go too
dear for the likes of you; besides it is foolish to spend so much on
one girl, white or black. When is the auction?"

"It was to have been the night before the dhows sail, but now the
Devil says it shall be to-morrow night. I will tell you why--he is
afraid of her. He thinks that she will bring misfortune to him, and
wants to be rid of her. Ah! he is a wag, is the old man--he loves a
joke, he does. 'All men are brothers,' he said yesterday, 'white or
black; therefore all women are sisters.' So he is going to sell her
like a nigger girl. What is good enough for them is good enough for
her. Ha! ha! pass the rum, brother, pass the rum."

"Perhaps he will put it off and we may be back in time, after all,"
said the captain. "Anyhow, here is a health to her, the love. By the
way, did some of you think to ask the password before we left this
morning? I forgot to do so, myself."

"Yes," said a Bastard, "the old word, 'the Devil.'"

"There is none better, comrades, none better," hiccoughed the leader.

Then for an hour or more their talk went on--partly about Juanna,
partly about other things. As they grew more drunk the conversation
became more and more revolting, till Leonard could scarcely listen to
it and lie still. At length it died away, and one by one the men sank
into a sound and sodden sleep. They did not set a sentry, for here on
the island they had no fear of foes.

Then Otter rose upon his hands and knees, and his face looked fierce
in the faint light.

"Baas," he whispered, "shall we----" and he drew his hand across his
throat.

Leonard thought awhile. His rage was deep, and yet he shrank from the
slaughter of sleeping men, however wicked. Besides, could it be done
without noise? Some of them would wake--fear would sober them, and
they were many.

"No," he whispered back. "Follow me, we will cut loose the boats."

"Good, good," said Otter.

Then, stealthily as snakes, they crept some thirty yards to where the
boats were tied to a low tree--three canoes and five large
flat-bottomed punts, containing the arms and provisions of the slave-
dealers. Drawing their knives they cut these loose. A gentle push set
them moving, then the current caught them, and slowly they floated
away into the night.

This done they crawled back again. Their path took them within five
paces of where that half-breed ruffian lay who had begun the talk to
which they had listened. Leonard looked at him and turned to creep
away; already Otter was five paces ahead, when suddenly the edge of
the moon showed for the first time and its light fell full upon the
slaver's face. The sleeping man awoke, sat up, and saw them.

Now Leonard dared not hesitate, or they were lost. Like a tiger he
sprang at the man's throat and had grasped it in his hand before he
could even cry aloud. Then came a struggle short and sharp, and a
knife flashed. Before Otter could get back to his side it was done--so
swiftly and so silently that none of the band had wakened, though one
or two of them stirred and muttered in their heavy sleep.

Leonard sprang up unhurt, and together they ran, rather than walked,
back to the spot where they had left Soa.

She was watching for them, and pointing to Leonard's coat, asked "How
many?"

"One," answered Otter.

"I would it had been all," Soa muttered fiercely, "but you are only
two."

"Quick," said Leonard, "into the canoe with you. They will be after us
presently."

In another minute they had pushed off and were clear of the island,
which was not more than a quarter of a mile long. They paddled across
the river, which at this spot ran rapidly and had a width of some
eight hundred yards, so as to hide in the shadow of the opposite bank.
When they reached it Otter rested on his paddles and gave vent to a
suppressed chuckle, which was his nearest approach to laughter.

"Why do you laugh, Black One?" asked Soa.

"Look yonder," he answered, and he pointed to some specks on the
surface of the river which were fast vanishing in the distance.
"Yonder go the boats of the slave-dealers, and in them are their arms
and food. We cut them loose, the Baas and I. There on the island sleep
two-and-twenty men--all save one: there they sleep, and when they wake
what will they find? They will find themselves on a little isle in the
middle of great waters, into which, even if they could, they will not
dare to swim because of the alligators. They can get no food on the
island, for they have no guns and ducks do not stop to be caught, but
outside the alligators will wait in hundreds to catch /them/. By-and-
by they will grow hungry--they will shout and yell, but none will hear
them--then they will become mad, and, falling on each other, they will
eat each other and die miserably one by one. Some will take to the
water, those will drown or be caught by the alligators, and so it
shall go on till they are all dead, every one of them, dead, dead,
dead!" and again Otter chuckled.

Leonard did not reprove him; with the talk of these wretches yet
echoing in his ears he could feel little pity for the horrible fate
which would certainly overtake them.

Hark! a faint sound stole across the quiet waters, a sound which grew
into a clamour of fear and rage. The slavers had awakened, they had
found the dead man in their midst mysteriously slain by an invisible
foe. And now the clamour gathered to a yell, for they had learned that
their boats were gone and that they were trapped.

From their shelter on the other side of the river, as they dropped
leisurely down the stream, Leonard and Otter could catch distant
glimpses of the frantic men rushing to and fro in the bright moonlight
and seeking for their boats. But the boats had departed to return no
more. By degrees the clamour lessened behind them, till at last it
died away, swallowed in the silence of the night.

Then Leonard told Soa what he had heard by the slaver's fire.

"How far is the road, Black One?" she asked when he had finished.

"By sundown to-morrow we shall be at the Yellow Devil's gates!"
answered Otter.

Two hours later they overtook the boats which they had cut adrift.
Most of them were tied together, and they floated peacefully in a
group.

"We had better scuttle them," said Leonard.

"No, Baas," answered Otter, "if we escape we may want them again.
Yonder is the place where we must land," and he pointed to a distant
tongue of marsh. "Let us go with the boats there and make them fast.
Perhaps we may find food in them, and we need food."

The advice was good, and they followed it. Keeping alongside of the
punts and directing them, when necessary, with a push of the paddles,
they reached the point just as the dawn was breaking. Here in a
sheltered bay they found a mooring-place to which they fastened all
the boats with ropes that hung ready. Then they searched the lockers
and to their joy discovered food in plenty, including cooked meat,
spirits, biscuits, bread, and some oranges and bananas. Only those who
have been forced to do without farinaceous food for days or weeks will
know what this abundance meant to them. Leonard thought that he had
never eaten a more delicious meal, or drunk anything so good as the
rum and water with which they washed it down.

They found other things also: rifles, cutlasses and ammunition, and,
better than all, a chest of clothes which had evidently belonged to
the officer or officers of the party. One suit was a kind of uniform
plentifully adorned with gold lace, having tall boots and a broad felt
hat with a white ostrich feather in it to match. Also there were some
long Arab gowns and turbans, the gala clothes of the slave-dealers,
which they took with them in order to appear smart on their return.

But the most valuable find of all was a leather bag in the breeches of
the uniform, containing the sum of the honest gains of the leader of
the party, which he had preferred to keep in his own company even on
his travels. On examination this bag was found to hold something over
a hundred English sovereigns and a dozen or fifteen pieces of
Portuguese gold.

"Now, Baas," said Otter, "this is my word, that we put on these
clothes."

"What for?" asked Leonard.

"For this reason: that should we be seen by the slave-traders they
will think us of their brethren."

The advantages of this step were so obvious that they immediately
adopted it. Thus disguised, with a silk sash round his middle and a
pistol stuck in it, Leonard might well have been mistaken for the most
ferocious of slave-traders.

Otter too looked sufficiently strange, robed as an Arab and wearing a
turban. Being a dwarf, the difficulty was that all the dresses proved
too long for him. Finally it was found necessary to cut one down by
the primitive process of laying it on a block of wood and chopping
through it with a sabre.

When this change of garments had been effected, and their own clothes
with the spare arms were hidden away in the rushes on the somewhat
remote chance that they might be useful hereafter, they prepared for a
start on foot across the marshes. By an afterthought Leonard fetched
the bag of gold and put it in his pocket. He felt few scruples in
availing himself of the money of the slave-driver, not for his own use
indeed, but because it might help their enterprise.

Now their road ran along marshes and by secret paths that none save
those who had travelled them could have found. But Otter had not
forgotten. On they went through the broiling heat of the day, since
linger they dared not. They met no living man on their path, though
here and there they found the body of some wretched slave, whose
corpse had been cast into the reeds by the roadside. But the road had
been trodden, and recently, by many feet, among which were the tracks
of two mules or donkeys.

At last, about an hour before sunset, they came to the home of the
Yellow Devil. The Nest was placed thus. It stood upon an island having
an area of ten or twelve acres. Of this, however, only about four and
a half acres were available for a living space; the rest was a morass
hidden by a growth of very tall reeds, which morass, starting from a
great lagoon on the northern and eastern sides, ran up to the low
enclosure of the buildings that, on these faces, were considered to be
sufficiently defended by the swamp and the wide waters beyond. On the
southern and western aspects of the camp matters were different, for
here the place was strongly fortified both by art and nature. Firstly,
a canal ran round these two faces, not very wide or deep indeed, but
impassable except in boats, owing to the soft mud at its bottom. On
the further side of this canal an earthwork had been constructed,
having its crest stoutly palisaded and its steep sides planted with a
natural defence of aloes and prickly-pears.

So much for the exterior of the place. Its interior was divided into
three principal enclosures. Of these three the easternmost was the
site of the Nest itself, a long low thatched building of wood, in
front and to the west of which there was an open space or courtyard,
with a hard floor. Herein were but two buildings, a shed supported on
posts and open from the eaves to the ground, where sales of slaves
were carried on, and further to the north, almost continuous with the
line of the Nest itself, but separate from it, a small erection, very
strongly built of brick and stone, and having a roof made from the tin
linings of ammunition and other cases. This was a magazine. All round
this enclosure stood rows of straw huts of a native build, evidently
occupied as a camp by the Arabs and half-breed slave-traders of the
baser sort.

The second enclosure, which was to the west of the Nest, comprised the
slave camp. It may have covered an acre of ground, and the only
buildings in it were four low sheds, similar in every respect to that
where the slaves were sold, only much longer. Here the captives lay
picketed in rows to iron bars which ran the length of the sheds, and
were fixed into the ground at either end. This camp was separated from
the Nest enclosure by a deep canal, thirty feet in width and spanned
at one point by a slender and primitive drawbridge that led across the
canal to the gate of the camp. Also it was protected on the Nest side
by a low wall, and on the slave-camp side by an earthwork, planted as
usual with prickly-pears. On this earthwork near the gate and little
guard-house a six-pounder cannon was mounted, the muzzle of which
frowned down upon the slave camp, a visible warning to its occupants
of the fate that awaited the froward. Indeed, all the defences of this
part of the island were devised as safeguards against a possible
/emeute/ of the slaves, and also to provide a second line of
fortifications should the Nest itself chance to be taken by an enemy.

Beyond the slave camp, lay the garden that could only be approached
through it. This also was fortified by water and earthworks, but not
so strongly.

Such is a brief description of what was in those days the strongest
slave-hold in Africa.



                              CHAPTER X

                         LEONARD MAKES A PLAN

The road which Leonard and his companions were following led them to
the edge of the main and southernmost canal, debouching exactly
opposite the water-gate that gave access to the Nest. But Otter did
not venture to guide them to this point, for there they should be seen
by the sentries, and, notwithstanding their masquerade dress, awkward
questions might be asked which they could not answer. Therefore when
they had arrived within five hundred yards of the gate, he struck off
to the left into the thick bush that clothed the hither side of the
canal. Through this they crawled as best they might till finally they
halted near the water's edge, almost opposite to the south-west angle
of the slave camp, and under the shadow of a dense clump of willows.

"See, Baas," said the dwarf in a low voice, "the journey is
accomplished and I have brought you straight. Yonder is the house of
the Yellow Devil--now it remains only to take it, or to rescue the
maiden from it."

Leonard looked at the place in dismay. How was it possible that they--
two men and a woman--could capture this fortified camp, filled as it
was with scores of the most wicked desperadoes in Africa? How was it
possible even that they could obtain access to it? Viewed from far
off, the thing had seemed small--to be done somehow. But now! And yet
they must do something, or all their labour would be in vain, and the
poor girl they came to rescue must be handed over to her shameful
fate, or, if she chose it in preference and could compass the deed, to
self-murder.

"How on earth!" said Leonard aloud, then added, "Well, Otter, I can
tell you one thing. I have come a long way on this business, and I am
not going to turn my back to it now. I have never yet turned my back
on a venture and I will not begin with this, though I dare say that my
death lies in it."

"It is all in the hand of to-morrow," answered Otter; "but it is time
that we made a plan, for the night draws on. Now, Baas, here is a
thick tree shaded by other trees. Shall we climb it and look down into
the camp?"

Leonard nodded, and climbing the tree with ease, they peeped down
through the leafiest of its boughs. All the camp lay beneath them like
a map, and Otter, clinging monkey-wise to a branch, pointed out its
details to Leonard. He had been a prisoner there, and the memories of
prisoners are long.

The place was peopled by numbers of men in strange costumes, and of
different nationalities; dealers in "black ivory" of various degree.
Perhaps there may have been more than a hundred of them. Some were
strolling about in knots smoking and talking, some were gambling,
others were going on their business. One group--captains, to judge
from the richness of their attire--were standing round the arms-house
and peeping through a grating in the wall, which they reached by
sitting upon each other's shoulders. This amusement lasted them for
some time, till at length a man, of whom at that distance they could
see only that he was old and stout, came and drove them away, and they
broke up laughing.

"That is the Yellow Devil," said Otter, "and those men were looking at
the maid who is called the Shepherdess. She is locked up there until
the hour comes for her to be sold. They will be the bidders."

Leonard made no reply; he was studying the place. Presently a drum was
beaten, and men appeared carrying large tin pails of smoking stuff.

"Yonder is the food for the slaves," said Otter again. "See, they are
going to feed them."

The men with the pails, accompanied by some of the officers having
/sjambochs/ or hide whips in their hands, advanced across the open
space till they came to the moat which separated the slave camp from
the Nest, whence they called to the sentry on the embankment to let
down the drawbridge. He obeyed and they crossed. Each man with a
bucket was followed by another who bore a wooden spoon, while a third
behind them carried water in a large gourd. Having come to the first
of the open sheds, they began their rounds, the man with the wooden
spoon ladling out portions of the stiff porridge and throwing it down
upon the ground before each slave in turn as food is thrown to a dog.
Then the Arab with the gourd poured water into wooden bowls, that the
captives might drink.

Presently there was a halt, and the officers gathered together to
discuss something.

"A slave is sick," said Otter.

The knot separated, but a big white man with a hippopotamus-hide whip
began to strike at a dark thing on the ground which did not seem to
move.

The man ceased beating and called aloud. Then two of the Arabs went to
the little guard-house that was by the drawbridge and brought tools
with which they loosed the fetters on the limbs of the poor creature--
apparently a woman--thus freeing her from the long iron bar. This
done, some of the officers sauntering after them, they dragged the
body to the high enclosure of earth and up a short ladder having a
wooden platform at the top of it, that overhung the deep canal below.

"This is how the Yellow Devil buries his dead and cures his sick,"
said Otter.

"I have seen enough," answered Leonard, and began to descend the tree
hastily, an example which Otter followed with more composure.

"Ah! Baas," he said when they reached the ground, "you are but a
chicken. The hearts of those who have dwelt in slave camps are strong,
and, after all, better the belly of a fish than the hold of a slave
dhow. /Wow!/ who do these things? Is it not the white men, your
brothers, and do they not say many prayers to the Great Man up in the
sky while they do them?"

"Be still," said Leonard, "and give me some brandy." He was in no mood
to discuss the blessings of civilisation as they have often been put
into practice in Africa. And to think that this fate might soon be his
own!

Leonard drank the brandy and sat awhile in silence, pushing up his
beard with his hand and gazing into the gathering gloom with his hawk-
like eyes. Thus he had sat beside his dying brother's bed; it was a
pose that he adopted unconsciously when lost in thought.

"Come, Soa," he said at length, "we have travelled here to please you;
now give us the benefit of your suggestions. How are we going to get
your mistress out of that camp?"

"Loose the slaves and let them kill their masters," Soa answered
laconically.

"I doubt there is not much pluck in slaves," said Leonard.

"There should be fifty of Mavoom's men there," she replied, "and they
will fight well enough if they have arms."

Then Leonard looked at Otter, seeking further ideas.

"My snake puts it into my head," said the dwarf, "that fire is a good
friend when men are few and foes are many; also that the reeds yonder
are dry, and the sea wind rises and will blow hard before midnight.
Moreover all these houses are thatched, and in a wind fire jumps. But
can a regiment have two generals? You are our captain, Baas; speak and
we will do your bidding. Here one counsel is as good as another. Let
fate speak through your mouth."

"Very well," said Leonard. "This is my plan; it goes a little further
than yours, that is all. We must gain entrance to the Nest while it is
still dark, before the moon rises. I know the watchword, 'Devil,' and
disguised as we are, perhaps the sentry will let us pass unquestioned.
If not, we must kill him, and silently."

"Good," said Otter, "but how about the woman here?"

"We will leave her hidden in the bush; she could be of no help in the
camp and might hinder us."

"No, White Man," broke in Soa, "where you go I go also; moreover my
mistress is yonder and I would seek her."

"As you like," answered Leonard, then went on: "we must get between
the hut, there is only one, and the low wall that borders the canal
separating the Nest from the slave camp, and, if the drawbridge is up
and no other means can be found, we must swim the dike, dispose of the
sentry there also and gain the slave camp. Then we must try to free
some of the slaves and send them round through the garden into the
morass to fire the reeds, should the wind blow strong enough.
Meanwhile I propose to walk boldly into the camp, salute Pereira, pass
myself off as a slaver with a dhow at the mouth of the river, and say
that I have come to buy slaves, and above all to bid for the white
girl. Luckily we have a good deal of gold. That is my plan so far as
it goes, the rest we must leave to chance. If I can buy the
Shepherdess I will. If not, I must try to get her off in some other
way."

"So be it, Baas, and now let us eat, for we shall need all our
strength to-night. Then we will go down to the landing-place and take
our chance."

They ate of the food they had with them and drank sparingly of the
slave-dealers' brandy, saying little the while, for the shadow of what
was to come lay upon them. Even the phlegmatic and fatalistic Otter
was depressed, perhaps because of the associations of the place,
which, for him, were painful, perhaps because of the magnitude of
their undertaking. Never had he known such a tale, never had he seen
such an adventure as this--that two men and an old woman should attack
an armed camp. Indeed, although he was not acquainted with the saying,
Otter's feelings would have been correctly summed up in the well-known
phrase, "/C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre/."

As yet the night was intensely dark, and its gloom did not tend to
improve their spirits; also, as Otter had predicted, the wind was
rising and soughed through the reeds and willows in melancholy notes.

So the time passed till it was nine o'clock.

"We must move down to the landing-place," said Leonard; "there will
soon be some light, enough for us to work by."

Then Otter took the lead and slowly, step by step, they crept back to
the road and followed it down the shore of the canal opposite the
water-gate. Here was a place where boats and canoes were tied, both
for convenience in crossing the canal to and from the camp and for the
use of the slave-dealers when they passed to the secret harbour six
miles away, where the dhows embarked their cargoes.

They waited awhile. From the Nest came the sound of revelry, and from
the slave camp there rose other sounds, the voice of groaning broken
by an occasional wail wrung out of the misery of some lost creature
who lay there in torment. Gradually the sky brightened a little.

"Perhaps we had better be making a start," said Leonard; "there is a
canoe which will serve our turn."

Before the words were out of his mouth they heard the splash of oars,
and a boat crept past them and made fast to the water-gate twenty
yards away.

"Who goes there?" came the challenge of the sentry in Portuguese.
"Speak quick or I fire."

"Don't be in such a hurry with your rifle, fool," answered a coarse
voice. "The very best of friends goes here. An honest trader called
Xavier who comes from his plantation on the coast to tell you all good
news."

"Pardon, senor," said the sentry, "but how was a man to see in the
dark, big as you are? What is the news then? Are the dhows in sight?"

"Come down and help us to tie up this cursed boat and I will tell you.
You know where the post is, and we can't find it."

The sentry obeyed with alacrity, and the man called Xavier went on:
"Yes, the dhows are in sight, but I don't think that they will get in
to-night because of this wind, so you may look for a busy day
to-morrow loading up the blackbirds. One /is/ in by the way--a small
one from Madagascar. The captain is a stranger, a big Frenchman named
Pierre, or he may be an Englishman for anything I know. I hailed him
and found that he is all right, but I didn't see him. However, I sent
him a note to tell him that there was fun on here to-night, which was
generous of me, as he may be a rival bidder."

"Is he coming, senor? I ask because, if so, I must look out for him."

"I don't know: he answered that he would if he could. But how is the
English girl? She is to be put up to-night, isn't she?"

"Oh, yes, senor, there will be a great to-do at twelve, when the moon
is high. So soon as she has been bought, the priest Francisco is to
marry her to the lucky man, there and then. The old fellow insists on
it; he has grown superstitious about the girl and says that she shall
be properly married."

Xavier laughed aloud, "Has he now? He is getting into his dotage.
Well, what does it matter? We have a good law of divorce in these
parts, friend. I am going in for that girl; if I give a hundred ounces
for her I will buy her, and I have brought the gold with me."

"A hundred ounces for one girl! It is a large sum, senor, but you are
rich. Not like us poor devils who get all the risk and little profit."

By this time the men had finished tying up the boat and taking some
baggage or provisions out of her, Leonard could not see which. Then
Xavier and the sentry went up the steps together, followed by the two
boatmen, and the gates were shut behind them.

"Well," whispered Leonard, "we have learnt something at any rate. Now,
Otter, I am Pierre the French slave-trader from Madagascar, and,
understand, you are my servant; as for Soa, she is the guide, or
interpreter, or anyone you like. We must pass the gates, but the real
Pierre must never pass them. There must be no sentry to let him in. Do
you think that you can manage it, Otter, or must I?"

"It comes into my head, Baas, that we may learn a lesson from this
Xavier. I might forget something in the canoe, and the sentry might
help me to find it after you have passed the gates. For the rest I am
quick and strong and silent."

"Quick and strong and silent you must be. A noise, and all is lost."

Then they crept to the canoe which they had selected and loosened her.
They embarked and Otter took the paddle. First he let her float gently
down stream and under cover of the shore for a distance of about fifty
yards. Then he put about and the play began.

"Now, you fool, where are you paddling to?" said Leonard in a loud
voice to Otter, speaking in the bastard Arabic which passes current
for a language on this coast. "You will have us into the bank, I tell
you. Curse this wind and the darkness! Steady now, you ugly black dog;
those must be the gates the letter told of--are they not, woman? Hold
on with the boat-hook, can't you?"

A wicket at the gate above rattled and the voice of the sentry
challenged them.

"A friend--a friend!" answered Leonard in Portuguese; "one who is a
stranger and would pay his respects to your leader, Dom Antonio
Pereira, with a view to business."

"What is your name?" asked the guard suspiciously.

"Pierre is my name. Dog is the name of the dwarf my servant, and as
for the old woman, you can call her anything you like."

"The password," said the sentry; "none come in here without the word."

"The word--Ah! what did the Dom Xavier say it was in his letter?
'Fiend!' No, I have it, 'Devil' is the word."

"Where do you hail from?"

"From Madagascar, where the goods you have to supply are in some
demand just now. Come, let us in; we don't want to sit here all night
and miss the fun."

The man began to unbar the door, and stopped, struck by a fresh doubt.

"You are not of our people," he said; "you speak Portuguese like a
cursed Englishman."

"No, I should hope not; I am a 'cursed Englishman,' that is half--son
of an English lord and a French creole, born in the Mauritius at your
service, and let me ask you to be a little more civil, for cross-bred
dogs are fierce."

Now at length the sentry opened one side of the gate, grumbling, and
Leonard swaggered up the steps followed by the other two. Already they
were through it, when suddenly he turned and struck Otter in the face.

"Why, Dog," he said angrily, "you have forgotten to bring up the keg
of brandy, my little present for the Dom. Go and fetch it. Quick,
now."

"Pardon, Chief," answered Otter, "but I am a small man and the keg is
heavy for me alone--if you will deign to help me, for the old woman is
too weak."

"Do you take me for a porter that I should roll kegs of cognac up
steps? Here, my friend," he went on addressing the sentry, "if you
wish to earn a little present and a drink, perhaps you will give this
fellow a hand with the cask. There is a spigot in it, and you can try
the quality afterwards."

"Right, Senor," said the man briskly, and led the way down the steps.

A look of dreadful intelligence passed between the dwarf and his
master. Then Otter followed, his hand upon the hilt of the Arab sabre
which he wore, while Leonard and Soa waited above. They heard the
man's heavily booted feet going down the steps followed by Otter's
naked footfall.

"Where is your keg? I don't see it," said the sentry presently.

"Lean over, senor, lean over," answered Otter; "it is in the stern of
the canoe. Let me help you."

There was a moment's pause, to the listeners it seemed hours. Then
came the sound of a blow and a heavy splash. They hearkened on, but
nothing more was to be heard except the beating of their hearts and
the distant noise of revelry from the camp.

Three seconds passed and Otter stood beside them. In the dim light
Leonard could see that his eyes stared wide and his nostrils twitched.

"Quick was the blow, strong was the blow, silent is the man for ever,"
whispered Otter. "So the Baas commanded, so it is."



                              CHAPTER XI

                           THAT HERO OTTER

"Help me to secure the gate," said Leonard presently.

In another minute the great iron bar had been dropped into its place,
and Leonard withdrew the key and put it in his pocket.

"Why do you secure the door, Baas?" whispered Otter.

"To keep the real Pierre out, in case he should come this way. Two
Pierres would be one too many at this game. Now we must win or
perish."

Then they crept along the embankment till they gained the shelter of
the hut or barrack-shed which stood with its back to the dike that
separated the Nest from the slave camp. Happily none saw them, and
there were no dogs in the place. Dogs make a noise at inconvenient
times, therefore slave-dealers do not love them.

The end of the shed behind which they were crouching was situated some
eight or ten paces from the drawbridge, that formed the only path of
entry to the slave camp.

"Baas," said Otter, "let me go forward and look. My eyes are the eyes
of a cat; I can see in the dark. Perhaps the bridge is down."

Without waiting for an answer, he crept forward on his hands and knees
so quietly that they could scarcely hear a movement. Notwithstanding
his white dress, there was little chance of his being seen, for the
shadow of the shed was dense and a fringe of rushes grew along the
edge of the dike.

Five minutes passed--ten minutes passed, and Otter did not return.
Leonard's anxiety grew very keen.

"Let us go and see what happened, mother," he whispered to Soa.

They crept along to the end of the shed. Within a yard of it they
discovered the arms and clothes of Otter. But Otter! Where was he?

"The Black One has deserted us," said Soa beneath her breath.

"Never!" answered Leonard.

By now the clouds were breaking before the wind, which was rising
steadily, and some stars shone out, giving a little light. The dike
lay deep between its banks and was not more than twenty feet in width,
so that the air did not ruffle it; moreover, as any observer of nature
will have noticed, the surface of still water is never quite dark,
even on much blacker nights than this.

Why had Otter taken off his clothes, Leonard wondered? Evidently that
he might go into the water. And what could he want to go into the
water for, unless it was that his heart failed him and, as Soa
suggested, he had deserted. But this was impossible, for he knew well
that the dwarf would die first. In his great perplexity Leonard stared
at the dike. Now he could see that on its further side rose a flight
of wooden steps, protected at the top by gates and that a man was
seated on the lowest step, with a rifle beside him, his feet hanging
down to within a few inches of the surface of the dike. It must be the
sentry.

Next instant Leonard saw something else. Beneath the feet of the man a
ripple grew on the face of the deep water, and something gleamed in
the ripple like to the flash of steel. Then a small black object
projected itself towards the feet of the sentry, who was half asleep
and humming to himself drowsily. Suddenly he saw the man slide from
his seat as though by magic. He said nothing, but making one
ineffectual grasp at some rushes, he vanished into the deeps below.
For a minute or more Leonard could distinguish a slight disturbance on
the surface of the water, and that was all.

Now he guessed what had happened. Otter had dived, and rising beneath
the feet of the man, he seized him, and with a sudden movement dragged
him down to death by drowning. Either this, or an alligator had taken
him, and that flash was the flash of his fangs.

As Leonard thought thus a dark form rose gasping at the foot of the
steps; it drew itself out of the water and slipped stealthily up them.
It was Otter, and he held a knife in his hand. Now the dwarf vanished
through the gates into the little guard-house at the top of the
embankment. Another minute, and ropes began to creak. Then the tall
drawbridge, standing upright like a scaffold against the sky, was seen
to bend itself forward. Down it came very softly, and the slave-camp
was open to them. Again the black shape appeared, this time on the
bridge.

"Come along," whispered Leonard to his companion; "that hero Otter has
drowned the sentry and won the bridge. Stop, pick up his clothes and
arms."

At that moment Otter himself arrived. "Quick," he said, "come over,
Baas, before they see that the bridge is down. Give me my clothes and
the gun."

"All right, here they are," answered Leonard, and in another minute
they were over the bridge and standing on the parapet of the slave-
camp.

"Into the guard-house, Baas; the windlass is there, but no man."

They entered: a lamp was burning in the place. Otter seized the handle
of the windlass and began to wind. He was naked, and it was a
wonderful sight to see the muscles starting out in knots on his huge
but dwarfish frame as he strained at the weight of the bridge.

Presently it was up, and, leaning on the handle of the wheel, Otter
chuckled aloud.

"Now we are safe for a time," he said, "and I will dress myself. Let
the Baas forgive me for appearing thus before him--I, who am so ugly."

"Tell us the tale, Otter."

"It is short, Baas," the dwarf replied, as he put on his robe and
turban. "When I left you I watched, I who can see in the dark, and in
a little while I saw the guard come down the steps and sit by the edge
of the water. He was sleepy, for he yawned and lit a roll of paper to
smoke it. Presently it went out, and he had no more matches. He looked
up to the house there, but was too lazy to fetch them; then I guessed
that he was alone, for else he would have called to his companion for
fire. Now he grew sleepier, and I said to myself, 'Otter, Otter, how
can you kill this man silently? You must not shoot, because of the
noise; and if you throw a knife or a spear, you may miss, or wound him
only.' And my snake spoke in my heart and answered, 'Otter, Otter,
dive, seize his feet, and drag him down swiftly and stamp him into the
mud, you who are half a fish and can swim as no other man can swim. Do
it at once, Otter, before the light comes and men can see the
drawbridge move.'

"Well, and so I did it, Baas. /Wow!/ I trod him deep into the mire, I
trampled him as an ox tramples corn upon a threshing-floor. Never will
he come up again. After that I rose and ran into the guard-house,
fearing lest there might be another whom I must silence also, for when
I was a slave two always kept watch. But the place was empty, so I let
the bridge down. Ah! I remembered how it worked. And that is the tale,
Baas."

"A great tale, Otter, but it is not finished yet. Now let us to the
slaves. Come, take the light and lead the way. Here we are safe, is it
not so?"

"Here, Baas, we are safe, for none can reach us except by storm, and
yonder is the big gun which turns upon itself. Let us twist the gun
round first, so that, if need be, we can fire into the camp."

"I don't know much of cannon," said Leonard doubtfully.

"But I know something, White Man," said Soa, speaking for the first
time. "Mavoom, my master, has a small one up at the Settlement, and
often I have helped to fire it for practice and as a signal to boats
on the river, and so have many of the men who were carried away, if we
can find them yonder."

"Good," said Leonard.

A path ran along the top of the embankment to the platform on which
the gun was mounted. It was a six-pounder muzzle-loader. Leonard
unhooked the rammer and ran it down the muzzle.

"She is loaded," he said; "now let us swing her round."

They did so easily enough, bringing the muzzle down upon the Nest
camp; then they entered the little hut which stood alongside. Piled up
in it, in case of emergency, were half-a-dozen rounds of grape-shot
and powder.

"Lots of ammunition, if we should want to use it," said Leonard. "It
never occurred to those gentlemen that a gun can shoot two ways. And
now, Otter, lead us to the slaves, quick."

"This way, Baas, but first we must find the tools; they are in the
guard-hut, I suppose."

So they crept back to the hut, holding their heads as low as possible,
for the light was increasing, although the moon was not yet up, and
they feared lest they should be seen against the sky-line. Here they
found boxes containing nippers, chisels, and other instruments such as
are used to undo the irons upon slaves. Also they found the keys of
the padlocks that locked the iron bars to which the captives were
tethered. Taking a lantern with them, but leaving another burning as
before in the hut, lest its absence should excite suspicion, they
passed through two strong gates and down the steps on the further side
of the embankment. A few paces beyond stood the first slave-shed, a
rough erection supported on posts, but without sides.

They entered the shed, Otter leading the way with the lantern. In the
middle of it was a path, and on either side of this path ran the long
bars to which the captives were fastened in a double row. Perhaps
there might have been two hundred and fifty of them in this shed. Here
the sights and scenes were such as need not be described. Of the
miserable captives some lay on the wet ground, men and women together,
trying to forget their sorrows in sleep; but the most part of them
were awake, and the sound of moans ran up and down their lines like
the moaning of trees in the wind.

When they saw the light the slaves ceased moaning, and crouched upon
the ground like dogs that await the whip, for they thought that this
was a visit from their captors. Some of them, indeed, stretched out
their manacled hands imploring pity, but these were the exceptions;
the most of them had abandoned hope and were sunk in dull despair. It
was pitiful to see the glance of their terror-filled eyes and the
answering quiver of their wealed frames whenever an arm was lifted or
a sudden movement made.

Soa went down the line, rapidly examining the faces of the slaves.

"Do you see any of Mavoom's people?" asked Leonard anxiously.

"Not here, White Man; let us go to the next shed, unless you want to
loose these."

"No good in that, mother," said Otter; "they would only betray us."

So they went to the next shed--in all there were four--and here at the
second man who was sleeping, his head bowed on his chained hands, Soa
stopped suddenly like a pointer dog when he scents game.

"Peter, Peter," she said.

The man awoke--he was a fine fellow about thirty years of age--and
glared round wildly.

"Who called me by my old name?" he said hoarsely. "Nay, I dream, Peter
is dead."

"Peter," said the woman again, "awake, child of Mavoom; it is I, Soa,
who am come to save you."

The man cried aloud and began to tremble, but the other slaves took no
notice, thinking only that he had been smitten with a scourge.

"Be silent," said Soa again, "or we are lost. Loose the bar, Black
One; this is a head-man from the Settlement, a brave man."

Soon the bar was undone, then Otter bade Peter hold out his wrists
while he twisted off the fetters. Presently they were gone, and in the
ecstasy of his recovered liberty the man leaped high into the air,
then fell at Otter's feet as though he would embrace them.

"Get up, you fool," said the dwarf roughly, "and if there are any more
of the men of Mavoom here, show them to us: quick, or you will soon be
fast again."

"There should be forty or more," Peter answered, recovering himself,
"besides a few women and children. The rest of us are dead, except the
Shepherdess alone, and she is yonder."

Then they went down the lines slipping the chains from the Settlement
captives. Soon they had unmanacled ten or more men whom Soa selected,
and others stood round them with their hands still chained. As they
went about the work Soa explained something of the position to Peter,
who was fortunately a native of intelligence. He grasped the situation
at once and earnestly seconded Leonard's efforts to preserve silence
and to prevent confusion.

"Come," said Leonard to Soa, "we have got enough to begin with. I must
be off. You can loose the rest at your leisure; the moon is rising, it
is a quarter to twelve, and we have not a moment to lose. Now, Otter,
before we go, how can we send men to fire the reeds--through the
garden?"

"No, Baas, I have thought of a better way, the way by which I escaped
myself--that is, if these men can swim."

"They can all swim," said Soa; "they were bred on the banks of a
river."

"Good. Then they must swim down the dike where I killed the sentry,
four of them. At the end are bars of wood, but in my day they were
rotten; at the worst they can be climbed. Then they will find
themselves in the morass among thick reeds. But they must not fire
these till they have worked round to the place of the sunrise, whence
the wind blows strongly. Then they must go from spot to spot and bend
down the driest of the reeds, setting fire to them. Afterwards they
can get to the back of the fire and wait till all is done one way or
the other. If we win they will find us, if we are killed they can try
to run away. But will the men go?"

Soa stepped forward and chose four of their number, but Peter she did
not choose, for he also knew something of the working of cannon.

"Listen," she said, "you have heard the words of this Black One. Now,
obey. And if you depart from them by one jot, may----" and she poured
out so fearful a curse upon them that Leonard stared at her
astonished.

"Ay!" added Otter, "and if I live through this I will cut your
throats."

"No need to threaten," said one of the men; "we will do our best for
our own sakes, as well as for yours and that of the Shepherdess. We
understand the plan, but to light reeds we must have fire."

"Here are matches," said Otter.

"Wet matches will not light, and we must swim," answered the
spokesman.

"Fool, do you then swim with your head under water? Tie them in your
hair."

"Ah! he is clever," said the spokesman. "Now, if we live to reach
them, when shall we fire the reeds?"

"As soon as you are ready," answered Otter. "You will not come easily
to the back of them. Farewell, my children, and if you dare to fail,
pray that you may die rather than look upon my face again."

"/Ou!/ We have seen it once, is that not enough?" answered the
spokesman, looking at Otter's huge nose with wonder not untouched by
fear.

Two minutes later the four men were swimming swiftly down the dike,
taking their chance of the alligators.

"Drop the bridge," said Leonard; "we must start."

Otter lowered it, at the same time explaining its mechanism, which was
very simple, to Soa, Peter, and some of the other Settlement men.

"Now, mother, good-bye," said Leonard. "Loose all the men you can, and
keep a keen look-out, so as to be ready to lower the bridge if you
should see us or your mistress coming towards it. If we should not
come by dawn, be ready also, for then we shall probably be dead, or
prisoners, and you must act for yourself."

"I hear you, Lord," answered Soa, "and I say that you are a brave man.
Whether you win or lose, the red stone is well earned already."

Another minute and they were gone.

Having crossed the bridge, which was instantly hoisted again, Leonard
and Otter avoided observation by creeping back towards the water-gate
as they had come--that is, behind the shelter of the shed. Emerging
from this, they ran a few yards till they were opposite the gate, then
walked leisurely across the open space, a distance of fifty paces or
more, to the thatched hut where the sale of slaves was carried on.

There was nobody in this hut, but looking between the posts upon which
it was supported, they could see by the light of the moon, now growing
momentarily clearer, that a great and uproarious concourse of people
was gathered beyond in front of the verandah of the Nest itself.

"Come on, Otter," whispered Leonard, "we must go among these gentry.
Watch me closely, do what I do, keep your weapons ready, and if it
comes to blows, get behind my back and fight like a fiend. Above all,
don't be taken prisoner."

Leonard spoke calmly, but his heart was in his mouth, and his
sensations were such as must have been known to Daniel when he went
into the lions' den, for, as in the case of the prophet, he felt that
nothing short of a special Providence could save them. They were round
the shed now, and immediately in front of them was a mixed gathering
of desperadoes--Portuguese, Arabs, Bastards, and black men of various
tribes--such as Leonard had never seen in all his experience.

Villainy and greed were written on every countenance; it was a crew of
human demons, and an extensive one. These wretches, most of whom had
already drunk too freely and were drinking more, stood with their
backs to them, looking towards the verandah of the Nest. On the steps
of this verandah, surrounded by a choice group of companions, all of
them gaudily dressed, a man was standing whom Leonard would have had
no difficulty in identifying as the Dom Pereira, even without Otter's
warning whisper of "See! The Yellow Devil!"

This remarkable person demands some description as he stood in glory
that night, at the apex and, though he knew it not, the conclusion of
his long career of infamy. He was old, perhaps seventy, his hair was
white and venerable-looking, and his person obese. His black eyes were
small, cunning, cold, and bright, and they had the peculiarity of
avoiding the face of any person with whom he chanced to be in
conversation, at least when that person was looking his way. Their
glance passed over him, under him, round him, anywhere but at him.

As his sobriquet suggested, the colouring of Pereira's flesh was
yellow, and the loose skin hung in huge wrinkles upon his cheeks. His
mouth was large and coarse, and his fat hands twitched and grasped
continually, as though with a desire of clutching money. For the rest
he was gorgeously dressed, and, like his companions, somewhat in
liquor.

Such was the outward appearance of Pereira, the fountain-head of the
slave-trade on this part of the coast, who was believed in his day to
be the very worst man in Africa, a pre-eminence to which few can hope
to attain. Until his face had been seen, stamped as it was with the
traces of long and unmentionable wickedness, few honest men could
guess to what depths humanity can sink. Some indeed have declared that
to see him was to understand the Evil One and all his works.



                             CHAPTER XII

                             A CHOICE LOT

At the moment of Leonard's and Otter's introduction to his society,
the Yellow Devil was about to make a speech, and all eyes were fixed
on him so intently that none saw or heard the pair approach.

"Now, my friends, make a path, if you please," said Leonard in a loud
voice and speaking in Portuguese. "I wish to pay my respects to your
chief."

A dozen men wheeled round at once.

"Who are you?" they cried, seeing a stranger.

"If you will be so kind as to let me pass, I shall be most happy to
explain," Leonard answered, pushing his way through the throng.

"Who is that?" cried Pereira in coarse, thick tones. "Bring him here."

"There, you hear him--let us through, friends," said Leonard, "let us
through!"

Thus adjured the throng opened a path, and Leonard and Otter passed
down it, many suspicious eyes scanning them as they went.

"A greeting to you, senor," said Leonard when they had emerged in
front of the verandah.

"Curse your greeting! Who in Satan's name are you?"

"A humble member of your honourable profession," said Leonard coolly,
"come to pay his respects and do a little business."

"Are you? You don't look it. You look like an Englishman. And who is
that abortion, pray?" and he pointed to Otter. "I believe that you are
spies, and, by the Saints, if you are, I am the man to deal with you!"

"This is a likely story," said Leonard laughing, "that one man and a
black dog should venture into the headquarters of gentlemen like you,
not being of the cloth. But I think there is a noble gentleman among
you--I mean the Senor Xavier--who can vouch for me. Did he not send a
note to Captain Pierre, whose dhow lies in the harbour yonder, hailing
from Madagascar? Well, Captain Pierre has the honour of accepting his
invitation and arrives here, not without difficulty. Now he begins to
think that he would have done better to stick to his ship."

"That is all right, Pereira," said Xavier, a huge Portuguese with a
dash of negro blood and a villainous countenance, the same man whom
they had followed through the gate. "I sent a note to the Senor. I
told you of it."

"Then I wish you had left it alone," snarled Pereira for an answer. "I
don't like your friend's looks. He might be the captain of an English
man-of-war rigged up in our dress."

At the words "English man-of-war" a murmur of fear and anger went
through the assembly. Some of those present had experience of these
hated vessels and their bigoted crews, who loved not this honest
commerce, and to all they were names of ill-omen. Things looked
serious, and Leonard saw that he must do something, and quickly. So he
lost his temper, or pretended to do so.

"Curse you all for a pack of suspicious curs!" he said; "I tell you
that my dhow lies yonder. I am half an Englishman and half a Creole,
and as good a man as any of you. Now look here, Dom Pereira, if you,
or any of your crew, dare to doubt my word, just step out, and I will
ram this down your lying throat;" and placing his hand on the hilt of
his sabre, he took a pace forward and scowled.

The effect was instantaneous. Pereira turned a little pale beneath his
yellow skin, for like most cruel men he was a great coward.

"Put up your pig-sticker," he said; "I see you are one of the right
sort. I only wanted to try you. As you know, we must be careful in our
business. Come and shake hands, brother, and be welcome. I trust you
now, and old Antonio never does things by halves."

"Perhaps you had better try him a little further," said a young man
who was standing near Pereira, as Leonard prepared to accept the
invitation; "send for a slave and let us have the old test--there is
none better."

Pereira hesitated and Leonard's blood turned cold.

"Look here, young man," he said more furiously than before, "I have
cut the throats of more men than you have whipped, but if you want a
test, I will give you one. Come down, my young cockerel, come down;
there is plenty of light for comb-snipping."

The man turned white with rage, but stood a moment contemplating
Leonard's athletic form and keen eyes. Apparently he found that in
them which gave him pause, for instead of springing at him, he burst
into a volume of threats and filthy abuse.

How the matter would have ended it is difficult to say, but at this
juncture Pereira thought it well to interfere, and vigorously.

"Peace!" he thundered in his great voice, his white hair bristling
with rage. "I have welcomed this man, and he is welcome. Is my word to
be set aside by a drunken young brawler like you? Shut your ugly mouth
or, by the Saints, I will have you clapped in irons."

The slave-driver obeyed; perhaps he was not sorry for an excuse to
escape the quarrel. At any rate with a scowl at Leonard he dropped
back and was silent.

Harmony being thus restored, Pereira proceeded with the business of
the evening. First, however, he called Leonard to him, shook him by
the hand, and bade a slave-girl bring him drink. Then he addressed the
company thus:

"My lambs, my dear companions, my true and trusted friends, this is a
sad moment for me, your old leader, for I stand here to bid you good-
bye. To-morrow the Nest will know the Yellow Devil no more, and you
must find another captain. Alas! I grow old, I am no longer up to the
work, and trade is not what it was, thanks to those infernal
Englishmen and their cruisers, which prowl up and down our waters,
seeking to rob honest men of the fruits of their enterprise. For
nearly fifty years I have been connected with the business, and I
think that the natives of these parts will remember me--not angrily,
oh! no, but as a benefactor. For have not some twenty thousand of
their young people passed through my hands, rescued by me from the
curse of barbarism and sent to learn the blessings of civilisation and
the arts of peace in the homes of kind and indulgent masters?

"Sometimes, not often, but now and again, there has been bloodshed in
the course of our little expeditions. I regret it. But what will you?
These people are so obstinate that they cannot see how well it is for
them to come under my wing. And if they try to injure us in our good
work, why, we must fight. We all know the bitterness of ingratitude,
but we have to put up with it. It is a trial sent to us from Heaven,
my lambs, always remember that. So I retire with such modest gains as
I have won by a life of labour--indeed, they have gone before me, lest
some of you might be put in the way of temptation--to spend the
evening of my day in peace and prayer.

"And now there is one more little thing. As it chanced during our last
journey, the daughter of an accursed Englishman fell into our hands. I
took her and brought her here, and as her guardian I have asked you to
meet me to-night, that I may choose her a husband, as it is my duty to
do. I cannot keep her myself, for among the settled people near
Mozambique, where I am going to live, her presence might lead to
awkward questions. So I will be generous and pass her on to another.

"But to whom shall I give this prize, this pearl, this sweet and
lovely maid? Among so many worthy gentlemen how can I set one above
the others and declare him most deserving of the girl? I cannot, so I
must leave it to chance, for I know that Heaven will choose better
than I. Therefore to him who is ready to make the largest present to
me I will give this maid, to comfort him with her love; to make a
present, mind you, not to pay a price. Still, perhaps, it will be best
that the amount of the donation should be ascertained in the usual
way, by bidding--in ounces of gold, if you please!

"One condition more, there shall be nothing irregular in this matter,
my friends. The Church shall have its say in it, and he whom I select
must wed the maid, here, before us all. Have we not a priest at hand,
and shall we find no work for him? Now, my children, time draws on.
Ho! you, bring out the English girl."

This speech was not delivered quite so continuously as it is printed
here. On the contrary, it was subject to many interruptions, mostly of
an ironical nature, the allusions to "a present" to be given for the
girl and to the proposed marriage ceremony being received with screams
of ribald laughter.

Now the noise died away, for every eye watched for the appearance of
Juanna.

In a few moments a figure clad in white and guarded by several men was
seen advancing from the direction of the arms-house. This figure came
on through the moonlight with a swift agile step, looking neither to
the right nor to the left, till it arrived in front of the verandah
and halted. Then it was that Leonard first saw Juanna Rodd. She was
very tall and slight, her dark hair was twisted into a single knot at
the back of her shapely head, her features were small, her face fair
in colouring and somewhat rounded in form. So much he saw at a glance,
but it was not until she looked up and round her that Leonard
discovered the girl's peculiar glory, the glory of her eyes. Then and
in that light he was unable to distinguish their colour, a difficult
task at any time, for they varied from grey to blue according to the
shadows which fell upon them, but he could see that they were wide and
splendid, fearless and yet soft. For the rest she was clad in an Arab
robe richly worked, and wore sandals upon her feet.

Juanna stopped in front of the verandah and searched it with her eyes.
Presently they ceased their searching and she spoke in a clear, sweet
voice.

"What do you want with me now, Dom Antonio Pereira?" she said.

"My dove," he answered in his coarse, mocking tones, "do not be angry
with your slave. I promised you, my dove, that I would find a husband
for you, and now all these gallant gentlemen are gathered for the
choice. It is your marriage-hour, my dove."

"Dom Antonio Pereira," the girl answered, "for the last time I plead
to you. I am helpless here among you, and I have done you no injury:
let me go unharmed, I pray of you."

"Let you go unharmed? Why, who would hurt you, my dove?" answered the
satyr. "Yes, that is what I mean to do. I will let you go to a
husband."

"I shall never go to any husband of your choosing, Dom Antonio,"
Juanna said again in a low and steady voice. "Be assured of that, all
of you. I have no fear of you, for God will help me in my need. And
now, as I have pleaded to you for the last time, so for the last time
I warn you, Dom Antonio, and your wicked companions also. Go on with
this iniquity if you will, but a judgment awaits you. Death from
Heaven above is near to you, you murderer, and after death,
vengeance."

Thus she spoke, not loud indeed, but with conviction, a power, and a
dignity of mien that carried terror to the hearts of the most hardened
villains there. It was at the conclusion of her speech that her eyes
first met those of Leonard Outram. He was bending forward to listen,
and in his grief and anger he had forgotten to preserve the truculent
expression which it was his part to wear. Once more Leonard's face was
the face of an English gentleman, noble and open, if somewhat stern.

Their eyes met, and there was that in his which caused Juanna to
pause. She looked at him swiftly as though she would read his very
soul, and in answer he put all his will and heart's desire into his
gaze, the will and the desire that she should know him to be her
friend. They had never met before, she did not even dream of his
existence, and there was little in Leonard's outward appearance to
distinguish him from the ruffians by whom he was surrounded. Yet her
quick sense, sharpened by despair, read what was written in his eyes,
and read it aright. From that moment Juanna felt that she was not
alone among these wolves, that there was one person at least who would
save her if he could.

In an instant she had searched his face and dropped her eyes again,
fearing lest she should awake suspicion. Then came a pause, for the
minds of men were disturbed; she had aroused some remnant of
conscience in them, she had called to life a lively terror of
vengeance to come, of vengeance very near at hand. All were affected
more or less, but chiefly was he affected to whom she had addressed
her words. The Yellow Devil sank back into the chair from which he had
risen to speak, a wonderful chair made of ebony inlaid with ivory, and
string-seated, with a footstool attached to it. Superstitious dread
took hold of him, and he shivered visibly.

The scene was one which Leonard never forgot. Above the bright moon
shone in the heavens, before him were rank upon rank of evil faces,
each marked with some new emotion, and standing alone in their midst
was the beautiful girl, proud in the depth of her shame, defiant even
in the power of foes gathered to destroy her.

For a while the wind had dropped and the silence was deep, so deep was
it that Leonard could hear the mew of a kitten which had crept from
the verandah, and was rubbing itself against Juanna's feet. She heard
it also, and, stooping, lifted the little creature and held it to her
breast.

"Let her go!" said a voice from the crowd. "She is a witch and will
bring ill-luck upon us."

At the sound Pereira seemed to awake. With a hideous oath he flung
himself from the chair and waddled down the steps towards his victim.

"Curse you, you slut!" he said, "do you think to frighten men with
your threats? Let God help you if He can. The Yellow Devil is god
here. You are as much in my power as this brute," and he snatched the
kitten from her arms and dashed it to the ground. "You see, God does
not help the kitten, and He will not help you. Here, let men see what
they are going to buy," and gripping the breast of her white robe he
rent it open.

With one hand Juanna gathered up the torn dress, and with the other
she began to do something to her hair. An agony of fear took hold of
Leonard. He knew the story of the poison which she carried: was she
about to use it?

Once again their eyes met, and there was warning in his glance. Juanna
loosed her hair indeed, and let it fall about her shoulders, covering
her rent robe to the waist, but she did no more. Only after this
Leonard saw that she kept her right hand closed, and knew that her
death was hidden within it. Then she spoke once more to Pereira.

"In your last hour may you remember these two deeds!" she said,
pointing to the writhing kitten and to her torn dress.

Now slaves drew near to do their master's bidding, but that audience
would not suffer this.

"Leave her alone," they said; "we can see that the girl is fair and
perfect."

Then the slaves hung back, nor did Pereira repeat his commands.

Returning to the verandah, he stood by the chair, and, taking an empty
glass in his hand by way of an auctioneer's hammer, he began:

"Gentlemen, I am going to offer you a very choice lot, so choice that
it makes up all the sale. The lot is a white girl, half English and
half Portuguese by blood. She is well educated and devout; as to her
docility I can say nothing, that will be for her husband to attend to.
Of her beauty I need not speak; you can all see it yourselves. Look at
that figure, that hair, those eyes; have any of you known their
equal?

"Well, this lot will be sold to him among you who is inclined to make
me the largest present in compensation; yes, he may take her this very
hour, and my blessing with her. But there are conditions: he whom I
approve must be lawfully married to the girl by the priest Francisco
here," and turning he pointed to a small melancholy-looking man, with
a womanish face and dark blue eyes, who stood in the background,
clothed in a somewhat tattered priest's robe. "Then I shall have done
my duty by her. One more thing, gentlemen: we are not going to waste
time in little bids; the upset price will be thirty ounces."

"Silver?" said a voice.

"Silver? No, of course not. Do you think you are bidding for a nigger
girl, fool? Gold, man, gold! Thirty ounces of gold, and payment to be
made on the nail."

There was a groan of disappointment, and one ruffian cried out:

"What are we poor fellows to do? Thirty ounces for a beginning! Where
is our chance?"

"What are you to do? Why, work hard at your profession, and grow rich,
of course! Do you suppose that these prizes are for the poor? Now
then, the fair is open. Who bids for the white girl Juanna? Thirty
ounces is offered. What advance, what advance?"

"Thirty-five," said a wizened little man with a hectic cough, who
looked fitter for a burial than a bridal.

"Forty!" cried another, a pure-bred Arab of stately appearance and
saturnine expression, who wished to add to his harem.

"Forty-five," answered the wizened man.

Then the Arab bid fifty, and for a while it seemed that these two
alone were competitors. When the bids had reached seventy ounces the
Arab muttered "Allah!" and gave up. He preferred to wait for the
houris.

"Knock her down," said the wizened man, "she is mine."

"Hold on a bit, my little friend," said the great Portugee, Xavier,
who had passed the water-gate before Leonard and his companions. "I am
going to begin now. Seventy-five."

"Eighty," said the little man.

"Eighty-five," answered Xavier.

"Ninety," screamed the other.

"Ninety-five," said Xavier.

"A hundred," yelled the small man, snapping his fingers.

"A hundred and five," replied Xavier, triumphantly capping his bid.

Then with a curse his antagonist gave up also, and the mob shouted,
thinking that Xavier had won.

"Knock her down, Pereira," said Xavier in his turn, as he surveyed his
prize with affected nonchalance.

"Wait a moment," put in Leonard, speaking for the first time. "I am
going to begin now. A hundred and ten."

The multitude shouted again, the contest was growing exciting. Xavier
glared at Leonard and bit his fingers with rage. He was very near his
limit of possible expenditure.

"Now then," cried Pereira, licking his lips for joy, since the price
had already run twenty ounces higher than he expected, "Now then,
friend Xavier, am I to knock down this beauty to the stranger captain
Pierre? It sounds a lot, but she is cheap at the price, dirt cheap.
Look at her and bid up. But mind, it is cash down--no credit, no, not
for an ounce."

"A hundred and fifteen," said Xavier, with the air of a man making his
last throw for fortune.

"A hundred and twenty," replied Leonard quietly.

He had bid to the last ounce in his possession, and if Xavier went
further he must give in, unless, indeed, he chose to offer Soa's ruby
in payment. This, needless to say, he was not anxious to do; moreover,
no one would believe a stone of that size to be genuine. Of all this,
however, Leonard showed nothing in his face, but turning coolly he
called to a slave-girl to bring him spirits and busied himself with
filling his glass. His hand never trembled, for he knew well that his
antagonist was watching for a cue, and if he showed uncertainty all
might be lost. But in his heart, Leonard wondered what he should do if
another ounce was bid.

Meanwhile the spectators were shouting encouragement, and Pereira was
urging Xavier to increase his offer. For a while the Portugee
hesitated, surveying Juanna, who stood pale and silent, her head bowed
upon her breast. At this juncture Leonard turned, the glass still in
his hand.

"Did you make any advance, senor?" he asked.

"No, curse you! Take her. I will not put down another ounce for her or
any woman on the earth."

Leonard only smiled and looked at Pereira.

"Going!" said that worthy; "the white girl, Juanna, is going to the
stranger Pierre for one hundred and twenty ounces of gold. Going!
Come, Xavier, don't lose her. If you do you will only be sorry once,
and that will be always. Now, for the last time," and he lifted his
glass in his hand and paused.

Xavier made a step forward and opened his lips to speak.

Leonard's heart stood still, but presently the Portugee changed his
mind and turned away.

"/Gone!/" screamed Pereira, bringing the glass down so heavily on the
arm of his chair that it flew into fragments.



                             CHAPTER XIII

                         A MIDNIGHT MARRIAGE

"Gone," said Pereira again. "Now, friend Pierre, before we ratify this
matter by the aid of holy Church, perhaps you will table the gold.
This is a cash transaction, remember."

"Certainly," answered Leonard. "Where is that black dog of mine, the
dwarf? Ah! there he is. Dog, weigh out the stuff; if you have not
enough, here is more." And he unbuckled his belt, from which he had
been careful to extract the ruby, and threw it to Otter.

"Now, gentlemen and companions," he went on, "for I hope that we may
do business together by and by, drink my health and my bride's. I have
paid pretty dear for her, but what of it? A gentleman of our
profession should always be ready to back his fancy, for if his is apt
to be a short life he may as well make it a merry one."

"She will think the better of you, and you of her for it," cried a
voice. "Here is to Captain Pierre and the girl." And they drank,
shouting aloud in their half-drunken merriment.

Meanwhile Otter, advancing with obsequious steps, was pouring handful
after handful of gold coin and ingots into the large scales which
Pereira caused to be held before him. At length all the gold was in, a
shining heap.

"The balance does not turn," said Xavier; "I claim the girl."

"Baas," said Otter in a low voice, and speaking in Dutch, "have you
more gold? The weight is short."

Leonard glanced carelessly at the scales: they were trembling on the
turn.

"As much as you like," he said, "but here is what will do it."

And drawing off his signet ring he threw it on the pile. The ruby
excepted, it was the last thing of value that he had about him. Then
the scale vibrated and sank down.

"Good," said Pereira, rubbing his hands at the sight of so much
treasure. "Bring me the acid that I may test the stuff. No offence,
stranger Pierre, but this is a wicked world, in which brass has passed
for gold before to-day."

The acid was brought and the ingots were tested at hazard, Pereira
holding them up to the light of a lamp.

"They are good," he said. "Now, Father, do your part."

The priest Francisco stepped forward. He was very pale and seemed
terrified. Leonard, watching him, wondered what had brought him into
such company, for the man's face was good and even refined.

"Dom Antonio," said the priest in a soft girlish voice, "I protest
against this. Fate has brought me among you, though not of my own
will, and I have been forced to bear the sight of much evil, but I
have wrought none. I have shriven the dying, I have ministered to the
sick, I have comforted the oppressed, but I have taken no share of the
price of blood. I am a priest of our holy Church, and if I wed these
two before the sight of men, they will be husband and wife till death,
and I shall have set the seal of the blessing of the Church upon an
act of shame. I will not do it."

"You will not do it, you shaveling traitor?" screamed Pereira in a
voice hoarse with rage. "Do you want to follow your brother then? Look
here, my friend, either you obey me and marry these two or----" and he
hissed a horrible threat.

"NO, no," said Leonard, anxious to find an escape from this abominable
mockery. "Let him be. What do the cheat's prayers matter? The lady and
I can do without them."

"I tell you, stranger, that you shall marry the girl, and this
sniveller must marry you. If you don't, I will keep both her and the
gold. And as for him, he can choose. Here, slaves, bring the
/sjamboch/."

Francisco's delicate face flushed pink. "I am no hero that I can
suffer thus," he said; "I will do your bidding, Dom Antonio, and may
God forgive me the sin! For you, Pierre and Juanna, I am about to make
you man and wife, to join you in a sacrament that is none the less
holy and indissoluble because of the dreadful circumstances under
which it is celebrated. I say to you, Pierre, abandon your wickedness,
and love and cherish this woman, lest a curse from heaven fall upon
you. I say to you, Juanna, put your trust in God, the God of the
fatherless and oppressed, who will avenge your wrongs--and forgive me.
Let water be brought, that I may consecrate it--water and a ring."

"Here, take this one," said Pereira, lifting Leonard's signet ring
from the pile of gold. "I give it back for a luck-penny."

And he tossed the ring to the priest.

Water was brought in a basin, and the father consecrated it.

Then he bade Leonard stand by the girl and motioned to the crowd to
fall back from them. All this while Leonard had been watching Juanna.
She said no word, and her face was calm, but her eyes told him the
terror and perplexity which tore her heart.

Once or twice she lifted her clenched right hand towards her lips,
then dropped it without touching them. Leonard knew but too well what
deed she meditated. He knew also the deadly nature of the drug she
carried. If once it touched her tongue! The suspense was terrible. He
could bear it no longer; even at the risk of discovery he must speak
with her.

In obedience to the priest's direction he sauntered to her side
laughing. Then, still laughing, with his hand he separated the tresses
of dark hair, as though to look at the beauty of her side face, and
bent down as if to kiss her.

She stood pale and rigid, but once more her hand was lifted towards
her mouth.

"Stop," he whispered swiftly into her ear, speaking in English, "I
have come to rescue you. Go through with this farce, it means nothing.
Then, if I bid you, run for the drawbridge into the slave-camp."

She heard, a light of intelligence shone in her eyes, and her hand
fell again.

"Come, stop that, friend Pierre," said Pereira suspiciously. "What are
you whispering about?"

"I was telling the bride how beautiful I think her," he answered
carelessly.

Juanna turned and flashed on him a well-simulated glance of hate and
scorn. Then the service began.

The young priest was gifted with a low and beautiful voice, and by the
light of the moon he read the ritual of marriage so solemnly that even
the villains who stood round ceased their jokes and sneers and were
silent. All things were done in order, though Juanna made no reply to
the usual questions. With much sham courtesy the loathsome Pereira
presided over the ceremony--their hands were joined, the ring was set
upon Juanna's finger, the blessing was pronounced, and it was
finished.

All this while Leonard stood like a man in a dream. He felt as though
he were really being married; it even came into his mind, as he looked
upon the loveliness of the mock bride at his side, that a worse fate
might befall him. Then of a sudden he woke from his reverie--the farce
was played, now they must strive to escape.

"There, that is done with, Dom Antonio," he said, "and I think I heard
this lady whisper that with your permission we will bid you good-bye.
My canoe----"

"Nonsense, you will stop here to-night," said Pereira.

"Thanks, I think not," answered Leonard. "To-morrow I may return to do
a little business of another kind. I have a commission for about
fifty, at a good price for the right sort."

As Leonard spoke thus, glancing to the east, he saw dense masses of
vapour rising into the air far away. The damp reeds were fired at
last. The Settlement men had not failed in their task, and soon the
flames would be discovered; he must be gone and swiftly.

"Well, if you must, you must," answered Pereira, and Leonard observed
that he looked relieved as he said it. He did not know the reason at
the time. It was this: Juanna had told him that the man who bought her
would find his death in it. He had a superstitious fear of the girl,
and believed her; therefore he was glad that her purchaser should go,
lest it might be said that he had murdered him in order to retain both
the woman and her price. So he bade him farewell, and Leonard turned
to depart, followed by Otter and Juanna, whom he led by the hand.

All might have gone well for that time had it not been for an unlucky
chance. Leonard's scheme was to walk towards the water-gate, but, if
no better plan of reaching it should offer, to turn suddenly and run
for the drawbridge, where Soa and the others would be waiting, and
thence, with or without the people of Mavoom, to escape up the banks
of the Zambesi.

Already he had started when the great Portuguese, Xavier, who was
watching plunged in sullen thought, stepped forward. "At least I will
have a kiss for my trouble," he said, and seizing Juanna round the
waist, he drew her towards him.

Then it was that Leonard forgot his caution, as under such
circumstances a man, with nerves already strained to breaking point,
well might do. Doubling his fist, he struck the giant in the face with
such force that Xavier fell headlong to the ground, dragging Juanna
after him. Leonard would have done better had he suffered her to be
insulted, but just then he remembered only that he was protecting a
helpless girl.

Juanna was up in a moment and at his side. Xavier also sprang to his
feet, cursing with fury and drawing his sabre as he rose.

"Follow me," said Leonard to Juanna and Otter. Then without more ado
he took to his heels.

A shout of laughter went up from the mob.

"This is the brave man. This is the French fire-eater," they cried.
"He strikes unawares and is afraid to fight." Nor did they stop at
words. All of them were jealous of the stranger, and would have
rejoiced to see him dead.

"Stop him!" they shouted, and many of the men started, running like
dogs to turn a hare.

Still Leonard might have won through, for he was swift of foot. But
neither Juanna nor Otter could run so fast as he, and his pace must be
their pace. Before he had gone a hundred yards he found himself
confronted by a dozen or more of the slavers, some of whom had knives
in their hands.

"Stop, coward, stop and fight," they yelled in Portuguese and Arabic,
waving their weapons in his face.

"Certainly," answered Leonard, wheeling round and glancing about him.

There, not thirty yards away, was the drawbridge of the slave camp,
and he thought that he saw it tremble, as if it was about to fall. At
his side were Otter and Juanna, and towards him, his hideous face red
with blood, rushed the great Portugee, sabre aloft, and screaming
imprecations.

"Otter," Leonard said quickly, as he drew his sword, "guard my back,
for when I have killed this one the rest will spring. For you, young
lady, reach the bridge if you can. Soa and your people are there."

Now Xavier was upon him with a rush. He struck furiously, and Leonard
avoided the blow, springing backwards out of his reach. Twice more he
rushed on thus and twice he smote, but each time Leonard ran backward
towards the drawbridge, that now was not more than twenty yards away.
A fourth time the Portugee came on, and the Englishman could not
repeat his tactics, for the mob hemmed him in behind. On sped Xavier
and smote his hardest: Leonard saw the steel gleam in the moonlight
and lifted his sword to guard. The blow fell, fire sprang from it in
sparks, and down rattled fragments of shattered steel. His sword was
broken.

"Fight on, Baas," said the voice of Otter, "fight on! Both swords have
gone."

Leonard looked up. It was true: the Portugee was casting aside his
broken weapon and clutching at his knife. Now Leonard had no knife,
and at the moment he never thought of his revolver. But he still held
the hilt of his sword, and with it he sprang straight at Xavier, who
rushed to meet him.

They met with a dull shock as bull meets bull. Leonard struck one blow
with the broken sword-hilt, then dropped it--it was useless. But the
stroke did him good service, for, falling on the right hand of the
Portugee, it paralysed his arm for a second, causing him to let fall
the dagger. Then they gripped each other, fighting desperately with
their naked strength alone. Twice the huge Portugee lifted the
Englishman from the ground, striving to throw him, while the crowd
yelled with excitement, but twice he failed. Not for nothing had
Leonard learnt wrestling as a lad and hardened his iron muscles by
years of toil. Xavier may have weighed sixteen stone and Leonard did
not weigh thirteen, but his arms were like bars of steel and he was
struggling for dear life.

He waited awhile, letting the Portugee exhaust himself in efforts to
hurl him to the ground. Then suddenly tightening his grip, Leonard put
out all his strength. He could not hope to lift the man, that he knew,
but he might throw him. With a sudden movement he hooked his right leg
behind Xavier's left calf. Then he cast his weight forward and pushed
with all his strength upon the great man's breast.

Xavier tottered, recovered himself, tottered again, and strove to
shift his leg. Leonard felt the movement and met it with a supreme
effort. Losing his balance, his foe swayed slowly backwards like a
falling tree, then fell with a thud that shook the ground. It was a
gallant throw, and even the "ranks of Tusculum" as represented by the
slave-drivers "could scarce forbear to cheer." Now Leonard lay upon
the breast of the man, for he was dragged to earth with him.

For a moment his enemy was still, breathing stertorously, for the
shock of their fall had been great. Leonard looked round; there, some
eight feet away, was the knife, and he who could grasp it must win
this deadly game. But how could he grasp it? Xavier, whose strength
and powers were coming back, still hugged him in his fearful grip; he
also saw the knife, and would win it. Rapidly, by instinct almost,
Leonard measured the distance with his eye. There was but one plan, to
roll to it. The first roll would leave him undermost, but the dagger
would still be out of Xavier's reach. Then, could he succeed in
turning him upon his back once more, Leonard would be uppermost again,
and if he was able to free his hand it might grasp the weapon. It was
a terrible risk, but he must take it. He lay motionless awhile,
husbanding his force, and the Portugee surged and heaved beneath him;
he could feel the muscles of his mighty frame start up in knots as he
struggled. At last Leonard let him have his way, and over they went,
the two of them. Now Xavier was uppermost, and the mob yelled in
triumph, for they thought that the stranger's strength was spent.

"The knife, the knife!" gasped Xavier, and one of his servants sprang
forward to give it to him. But Otter was watching and started out of
the press, naked sabre in hand: his fierce and ugly face was twitching
with excitement, his black eyes shone, and his vast shoulders worked
to and fro. To Juanna, fascinated by the fearful struggle, the dwarf
looked like some black gnome, like a thing of supernatural power, half
toad, half human.

"He who touches the knife dies!" he said in guttural Arabic,
stretching his long arm and sabre over it. "Let these cocks fight it
out, my masters."

The man shrank back: he also was afraid of Otter, deeming him uncanny;
nor did any other interfere.

Now came the moment of death or victory. As he could not reach the
weapon, with a sudden movement Xavier freed his right hand and grasped
the Englishman's throat; but to do this he must lessen the pressure on
his breast. Leonard felt the grip, and the knowledge that his end was
at hand renewed his powers. Twice he writhed like a snake, gripping
the ground with the muscles of his back and legs; once he swung his
frame to the right, then a vast effort, and lo! Xavier turned slowly
over like a log of wood, and again Leonard lay upon his breast.

Leonard lay upon his breast, and his right arm was free and within
reach of the dagger. But the giant's grasp of his throat was cruel;
the blood drummed in his ears and his senses began to fail. No, he
would not die thus and leave the girl helpless. Where was it? He was
blind, he could see nothing but her white face. He must get free--ah,
he knew now!

They thought that he was spent: see! his head fell, when suddenly he
lifted himself and heaved up his arm.

Crash it came full on the forehead of Xavier, that in its turn was
pillowed on the stony earth. The grip slackened. Crash again, a
fearful and despairing blow! Leonard's throat was free, and the air
rushed into his bursting lungs. Now he could see and grasp the knife,
but there was no need to use it. The great man beneath him flung his
arms wide, shivered, and grew still.

Then it was, while men paused wondering at those awful blows, that
Juanna, mindful of her deliverer's bidding, turned and fled, sick at
heart but unhindered, to the edge of the ditch opposite the
drawbridge. Otter also rushed up and dragged Leonard from the ground.

"/Wow!/" he cried, "a good fight and a great blow! Dead, by my
mother's spirit, and no touch of steel. Awake, my father, awake! for
if the boar is down the pigs remain!"

Leonard heard his words dimly and knew their import. With an effort he
ceased to stagger and rested his weight upon the dwarf, much as a man
might lean upon some sturdy post. His breath came back to him and his
mind cleared. He looked round and saw Juanna standing near the bridge
like one who hesitates whether to fly or stay.

"Sirs," gasped Leonard, "I have fought and I have won. Now let me go
in peace with the girl. Is the man alive?"

A ring of men had crowded round the body of Xavier, and in their
centre knelt the priest Francisco. At this moment he rose and said:

"It is useless to minister to him; he is no more."

The slavers looked at Leonard with awe not unmixed with admiration.
Who had ever seen such a thing, that one whose strength had been a
byword should be slain with the naked fist? They forgot that it is
easy to kill the man whose head rests upon a stone.

Presently, however, their wonder gave way to rage. Xavier had been a
favourite among them, and they were not minded that he should die
unavenged. So they drew round Leonard scowling and cursing.

"Stand back," he said, "and let me pass. I fought your friend fairly;
had I wished to take advantage of him, should I not have used this?"
And for the first time he remembered and drew his Colt, the sight of
which cooled their ardour somewhat, for they gave way. "Perhaps you
will give me an arm, Father," Leonard went on, speaking to the priest,
who was standing by. "I am much shaken."

Francisco complied, and they started towards Juanna, Otter guarding
their rear with his sabre. Before they had gone ten yards, however,
Pereira waddled towards them after a hasty consultation with one of
his captains.

"Seize that man," he shouted; "he has killed the worthy Dom Xavier:
having first insulted him, he has slain him by violence, and he must
answer for it."

A dozen ruffians sprang forward at his bidding, only to be met by the
sabre and pistol of Otter, with neither of which were they anxious to
make a closer acquaintance. Leonard saw that the position was very
grave, and a thought came into his mind. "You wish to escape from this
place, Father?" he said rapidly to the priest.

"Yes," answered Francisco, "it is a hell."

"Then lead me as swiftly as you may to that bridge; I am hurt and
weak, but there is succour beyond."

As he spoke the drawbridge, which was not ten yards away, fell with a
crash.

"Run across, Juanna Rodd," cried Leonard in English.

She hesitated, then obeyed. It seemed to Leonard that the look upon
her face said, "How can I leave you?"

"Now, Father," said Leonard, "make a rush for it," and leaning on the
priest's shoulder he stumbled towards the bridge. But he would never
have reached it had it not been for Otter.

"Treason!" roared Pereira; "stop him! Who let down the bridge?"

A man came on the attack; it was the same young captain that Leonard
had offered to fight before the auction. In his hand was a knife
already uplifted to fall on Leonard's back when Otter's sabre flashed
and the man went down.

"Seize the bridge and hold it," roared Pereira again.

"Wind up! wind up!" yelled Otter in answer, as with sabre and pistol
he held back the mob.

Those on the further side obeyed with such a will that Leonard and the
priest rolled down the slanting planks.

"Otter!" cried Leonard--"good God! he will be killed!"

By way of answer Otter fired the last barrel of his pistol. Then with
a yell, before his foes could close upon him he sprang like a wild cat
straight at the iron chains of the bridge, which were used to secure
it in its place when needful. At the moment they hung four feet or
more above his head, but he grasped them and shouted to Soa to hoist
away.

A man attempted to seize his legs, but Otter kicked him in the face
and he fell into the water. Next second he was out of their reach and
rapidly rising high into the air. Some threw knives and some fired
pistol-shots after him, but none of these touched him.

"Ah! Yellow Devil," the dwarf cried as he swung, "look behind you:
there is another devil, yellower and fiercer than you."

Pereira turned and all his company with him, and at that moment, with
a crackling roar, a vast sheet of flame burst up from the morass. The
reeds had caught at last in good earnest, and the strengthening wind
was bringing the fire down upon them.



                             CHAPTER XIV

                              VENGEANCE

"Treachery! treachery!" screamed Pereira. "The reeds are fired, and
that witch has betrayed us."

"Ha! ha! ha! ha!" cried Otter again from his airy perch. "Treachery!
treachery! And what if the slaves are loosed? And what if the gates be
barred?"

Hitherto the mob had been silent in their fear and wonder. There they
stood closely packed, a hundred or more of them, staring first at
Otter, then at the advancing flames. Now they found tongue.

"He is a fiend! Kill him! Storm the slave camp! To the gates!" they
yelled in this language and in that.

For many it was their last earthly cry, since at that moment a sheet
of flame burst from the rampart of the camp, followed by the boom of
the cannon, and six pounds of canister swept through the crowd. Right
through them it swept, leaving a wide lane of dead and dying; and such
a shriek went up to heaven as even that place of torment had never
heard.

Then they broke and fled this way and that, screaming curses as they
went.

When Leonard and the priest had rolled down the rising bridge they
found Juanna standing safely by the guard-house, surrounded by some of
the Settlement men.

"To the gun!" he cried, "to the gun! Fire into them! I will follow
you."

Then it was that he saw Otter left to his death and called out in
fear. But Otter saved himself as has been told, and clambered down the
bridge safe and sound.

Leaning on the dwarf and Francisco, Leonard, followed by Juanna,
staggered along the earthwork to the place where the gun was mounted.
Before he had gone a step he caught sight of the figure of Soa,
outlined in bold relief against the background of the fire and
surrounded by many of the freed Settlement men. At the instant when he
saw her she was in the act of springing back from the breech of the
gun, the lanyard in her hand. Then came the roar of the shot and the
shriek of the smitten.

"/Wow!/" said Otter, "the old woman has not been idle. She is clever
as a man, that one."

Another minute and they were helping to reload the piece, that is,
except Soa, who was on her knees kissing Juanna's hands.

"Come, stop that!" said Leonard, sinking to the ground, for he was
utterly exhausted. "Those devils have gone for their arms. They will
try to storm us presently. Is the shot home, Peter? Then run her out,
sharp; and you, Soa, screw her nose down." Next he bade the freed
slaves arm themselves with stakes or anything that they could find,
for of rifles they had but four, two of which they had found in the
guard-house.

Presently the slavers came on with a yell, carrying long planks, by
the help of which they hoped to cross the dike.

"Look out!" said Leonard, "they are going to open fire. Under the
earthwork, every man of you!" And seizing Juanna who was standing
near, he pulled her down into cover.

It was not too soon, for next instant a storm of bullets swept over
them. Most of the men had understood and taken shelter, but some were
too slow or too stupid. Of these one fell dead and two more were hit.
Soa and Peter alone took no heed, and yet they remained unhurt. There
stood the woman, while the bullets whistled round her, laying the gun
as coolly as though she had served in the Royal Artillery, and with
her was the head-man, Peter. Peter was shot through the waist-cloth
and a ball cut its way through Soa's grizzled hair, but neither of
them seemed to notice these trifles.

"They are mad, Baas," cried Otter, who was watching the enemy over the
top of the embankment. "See! they are coming across the open."

Leonard looked. The dwarf was right: in their rage and hurry the
slavers, half hidden in a cloud of smoke caused by their rapid firing,
were advancing across the clear space instead of creeping along the
edge of the dike. What was more, the necessity of carrying the planks
caused them to pack in groups. Soa gave a final twist with her lever
and waited, her hand on the lanyard. A bullet cut it in two, but
without firing the gun, and she grasped the shortened cord.

"Now for it!" cried Leonard, as the first party came into the line of
fire.

Soa sprang backwards with a yell: again the piece thundered out, and
the canister screamed through the air. It tore along the advancing
files, then, striking the beaten earth, rebounded and caught those who
were following with the ricochet, and with awful effect. Whole groups
were mowed down by this one discharge, the destruction being twice as
large as that caused by the first shot, for at this greater range the
canister found room to spread. Also the rebounding missiles flying
hither and thither among the crowd did no little execution. Down went
the men in heaps, and with them the planks they carried. They had no
more wish to storm the slave camp; they had but one thought left, the
thought of safety, and the survivors of them fled in all directions,
yelling with fear and fury.

"Load up, load up!" cried Otter, lifting the charge of powder which
lay at hand. "They will try to break open the gates and get out, then
they will cut us off."

As he spoke they saw many men run from the auction-shed to the water-
gate. But it could not be climbed, the key was gone, and the massive
bolts and beams were not easy to break. So they brought hammers and a
tree-trunk which had supported an angle of the shed, and battered at
the gate. For two minutes or more it held, then it began to give.

"Swift! swift!" cried Otter again as he dragged at the cannon to turn
it, "or all will yet be lost."

"Hurry no man's ox, Black One," said Soa, as she laid the gun with the
help of Peter.

A cry went up from the slavers; the gate was tottering, but it still
held by the upper hinges. A few more blows and it must surely fall.
But those blows were never struck. Again Soa sprang backwards, and the
roar of the gun was answered by the screams of the slavers as the
shrapnel ploughed through them.

Of those who were left the most part fled for shelter to the auction-
hut and to the Nest itself. Some ran across to the magazine, but
appeared to be unable to enter it, for soon they were seen flying back
again, while about a dozen of the boldest remained at the gate trying
to complete its destruction. On these Leonard and Otter opened fire
with rifles, but it was not until three or four of them had fallen
that the rest fled to join their companions beneath the shelter of the
sheds.

"Oh! look, look!" said Juanna, pointing to the east.

It was indeed a spectacle never to be forgotten.

The dense reeds, measuring twelve to fifteen feet in height, had been
fired far to the east of the Nest, and as the wind gathered to a gale
and the fire got firmer hold, it rolled down upon the doomed place in
billows and sheets--a sea of flame that sometimes spouted high into
the air and sometimes ran swiftly along the ground.

The reeds crackled and roared like musketry as the fire ate into them,
giving out thick volumes of smoke. At first this smoke had passed
above the spectators, now it blew into their faces, half choking them
and blotting out the sky, and mixed up with it were showers of sparks
and fragments of burning reeds brought forward on the wind.

"The house and sheds will soon catch now," said Leonard; "then they
must take refuge in the open spaces, where we can deal with them," and
he nodded towards the gun.

As he spoke tongues of flame darted into the air, first from the
thatch of the shed, then from the roof of the Nest. They were afire.

"We must be careful, Baas," said Otter, "or the slave-shelters behind
us will burn also, and all those in them."

"Heavens! I never thought of that," answered Leonard. "Here, Father,
if you wish to do a good work, take some of these people and the
buckets they use to water the slaves. Let three or four men get on to
each roof and extinguish the sparks as they fall, while others bring
them water from the moat."

The priest sprang up and set to the task, at which he laboured
gallantly for two long hours. Had it not been for his efforts, the
sheds and the slaves in them must have been burnt, for the sparks fell
thick upon the dry thatch, which caught again and again.

Now the sights and sounds grew more and more fearful. Maddened with
fear, the remainder of the slave-drivers and their servants rushed
from the flaming buildings, striving to escape from the fire. Some
flung themselves desperately into the aloes and prickly-pears on the
inner rampart, and, climbing the palisade beyond, escaped into the
marsh, while some collected on the open space, and at these the gun
was fired from time to time when the smoke lifted. Others again ran to
the dike of the slave camp begging for mercy, there to be shot by
Otter, who never wearied in his task of revenge. From behind them also
rose the hideous cries of the slaves, who believed that they were
about to be burned alive, and screamed as they dragged at their
manacles.

"Oh, it is like hell!" said Juanna to Leonard, as she buried her face
in the grass that she might see no more, and to escape the suffocating
smoke. She was right.

So the time went on. One by one the roofs of the various buildings
fell in, and spouts of flame shot high into the air to descend about
them in a rain of sparks. But at last the cries ceased, for even the
slaves could yell no more; the fire grew less and less, and the wind
dropped. Then the sun rose on the scene of death and desolation. The
morass was swept bare to the depth of many hundred yards, and the camp
was a smoking ruin strewn with the dead. The walls of the Nest still
stood, however, and here and there a charred post remained. Everything
else was gone, except the magazine, which had escaped the flames,
being built of brick and stone, and roofed with tin.

The adventurers looked around them in silence, then they looked at
each other. What a spectacle they presented in the clear light of the
morning, as they stood by the gun which had done them such signal
service! All were begrimed with smoke and powder, and their clothes
were burnt by the falling sparks. Leonard's throat was a mass of
bruises, his hands and face were bleeding, and he was so stiff and
hurt that he could scarcely move. Soa's hair was singed and cut by the
bullet which had shaved her head; the priest's robe hung in charred
threads, and his hands were blistered with fire; Juanna's broidered
Arab dress, torn by the brutal hand of Pereira, scarcely retained a
trace of white, and her long dark locks were tangled and powdered with
bits of blackened reed. All were utterly exhausted--that is, all
except Otter, who advanced to speak to Leonard, begrimed and stripped
to the waist, but fresh and fierce as ever.

"What is it, Otter?" he asked.

"Will the Baas let me take these men," and he nodded towards the freed
slaves who had belonged to the Settlement, "and hunt through the camp
yonder? Many of the devils still live, and wounded snakes strike
hardest."

"As you like," answered Leonard. "Arm them with anything you can find,
and search the camp thoroughly. But be careful."

In ten minutes Otter was gone with the men. Then Leonard and the
others fetched water and washed as best they might, the guard-house
being assigned to Juanna and Soa, who made their toilet with the help
of a comb they found in it. There also they discovered food, the
rations of the sentry, of which they ate with such appetite as they
might, and a plentiful supply of meal for the slaves.

As they were finishing their breakfast Otter returned unharmed, though
of the men who accompanied him five were missing. With him also were
two of the four Settlement men who had been sent to fire the reeds on
the previous night. They were much exhausted, for their task had been
no easy one, and fortunately for Leonard it was only after long delay
that they succeeded in it. Their two companions were dead: one had
been taken by an alligator in the water, and the other had fallen into
a deep hole in the morass, and, striking his head against a log, was
drowned there.

"Is it finished?" said Leonard to the dwarf.

Otter nodded. "Some are dead and some are fled," he answered; "but
from these last we have little to fear, for they believe that an army
has come against them. Still that is not all the tale, Baas. We have
taken one of them alive. Come and look at him, Baas."

Leonard clambered up the steps of the embankment, followed by the
others. On its further side stood the group of Settlement men who had
returned from scouring the camp, thin and haggard fellows, scarred by
the slave-irons, but very fierce-looking. In their midst a white man
crouched upon the ground, moaning with terror and misery. Just then he
lifted his face--it was that of the Yellow Devil himself. There lay
that aged Iniquity, that hoary Shame caught at last in his own snares.

"Where did you find him, Otter?" asked Leonard as they crossed the
drawbridge.

"In the magazine, Baas, and your gold with him, also many rifles and
much powder. He had locked himself up there, but he had not the heart
to fire the powder and make an end."

Pereira did not see them as yet, but raising his head he begged for
water.

"Give him blood," said one of the men sullenly. "He has drunk it all
his days, let it be his last drink."

Leonard motioned to Francisco the priest to bring water, then Pereira
saw them and began to pray for mercy.

"Antonio Pereira," Leonard answered sternly, "last night I and two
companions, a woman and a black dwarf, set ourselves a task--to take
this armed place of yours and rescue a white girl whom you had
condemned to slavery. It did not seem possible that we should do it,
but between sunset and sunrise we have done it. Who helped us then?--
that we should have carried out this thing which was impossible. I
will tell you; God helped us as He helped this lady when she called on
Him. Cry to God, then, to do that which is still more impossible--to
help you. From me you will have justice and no more."

For a moment Pereira ceased whining, and a flash of the old ferocity
came into his eyes.

"Ah! my friend," he muttered, "if I had but known!" Then turning to
Juanna he said: "My dove, have I not treated you kindly? Will you say
no word for me, now that my enemies prevail against me?"

By way of answer Juanna looked first at the human reptile before her,
and next at the bosom of her torn dress, now roughly pinned up with
the spikes of aloe leaves. Then she turned and went.

"Baas," said Otter, "may I speak?"

"Speak on," Leonard answered.

"Hearken, Yellow Devil," said the dwarf. "Ten years ago you took me,
and I lay in this camp a slave; yes, in yonder shed. Here are the
marks of the irons--your own seal. Ah! you have forgotten the black
dwarf, or perhaps you never noticed him; but he remembers. Who could
forget you, Yellow Devil, that once had slept beneath your roof? I
escaped, but as I fled I swore that, if I might, I would bring
vengeance upon you. The years went by, and the hour came at last. I
led Baas to this place. I found you this morning, and we are not
parted yet, Yellow Devil. What did you boast last night--that you had
sent twenty thousand of us black people to slavery? Yes, and for every
one that you have sold you have killed five--old men white with years,
women with child, little children at the breast, you have murdered
them all. Ah! yes, I have seen you laugh and kill them before the eyes
of their mothers, as last night you killed the kitten.

"And now your time has come at last, Yellow Devil, and I, Otter the
dwarf, will give you to drink of your own medicine. What! you cry for
mercy, you who never gave it even in a dream? I tell you, did my chief
yonder bid me loose you, I would disobey him even to force; I, who
would rather die than put aside his word on any other matter.

"Look now at these men," and he pointed to the Settlement people, who
glared hungrily at the crouching wretch, much as hounds glare at a fox
that is held aloft by the huntsman; "look at them! Do you see mercy in
their eyes? They, whose fathers and mothers you have murdered, whose
little children you have stamped to death? /Wow!/ Yellow Devil, the
white men tell us of a hell, a place where dead people are tormented.
We know nothing of that, it is for the white people, and they may keep
it all to themselves. Now you are beginning to taste that hell of
yours--only beginning, Yellow Devil.

"Baas Leonard, I demand this man to be tried by us and dealt with
according to our customs, for it is against us black folk that he has
sinned most of all, and we ask his blood in payment for our blood."

"What!" howled Pereira, "am I to be given over to these black dogs?
Mercy! Mercy! Francisco, plead for me. Shrive me. I know I killed your
brother, I had to do it. Plead for me!" and he rolled in the dust,
trying to clasp Leonard's feet.

"I cannot shrive you," answered the priest shuddering, "but I will
pray for you."

Then the hungry-eyed natives pounced upon Pereira to drag him thence,
but Leonard broke through them saying:

"I will have none of your savage cruelties here. Let the man be shot
if you will, but no more."

As it chanced, however, Pereira was not destined to die by the hand of
man, for even as Otter gripped him he turned livid, threw up his arms,
groaned, and fell to the earth.

Leonard looked at him; he was dead, dead through the fear of death,
for terror had stopped the beating of his wicked heart.

"The Shepherdess prophesied truly," cried Otter presently, "for the
Heavens above have robbed us of our vengeance. /Wow!/ it is hard, but
at least this one shall work no more evil."

"Carry it away," said Leonard with a shudder, for the dead man's face
was ghastly to behold. Then turning to him as if nothing had happened,
he added:

"Otter, take these men and loose the rest of the slaves; then get the
ammunition, rifles, and stores from the arms-house and bring them to
the water-gate. We must clear out of this place at once, or we shall
have the escaped slavers and the crews of the dhows down upon us."

Thus then did fate at last find out Antonio Pereira, the Yellow Devil.



                              CHAPTER XV

                             DISILLUSION

Once more it was morning, and the travellers were encamped by that
reedy point where they had left the big boats which they cut loose
from the island. From the earliest dawn Leonard had been
superintending the transport across the river of the hundreds of
slaves whom they had released. They there were put on shore by the
Settlement men, provided with a store of meal, and left to shift for
themselves, it being found utterly impossible to take them any
further.

"There, they are gone," said Otter, as the last boat-load set out
under the charge of Peter. "Well, let them go, the silly sheep. So
much the less trouble for us, who, although we have a Shepherdess, can
scarcely lead so large a flock. Well, we have pulled the Missie yonder
out of the Slave Nest, and the Yellow Devil--ah! we have talked with
him and all his crew. And now are we to go on to win the gold--the
real Yellow Devil, Baas?"

"I suppose so, Otter," answered Leonard--"that is, if Soa keeps her
word. But it isn't gold, it is rubies. At any rate we must make for
the Settlement below Sena, to take these men back and see if we can
hear anything of Mavoom."

"So," said Otter after a pause. "Well, the Shepherdess, as these
Settlement people call her, will want to find her father. Say, Baas,
she is proud, is she not? She looks over our heads and speaks little."

"Yes, Otter, she is proud."

"And she is beautiful; no woman was ever so beautiful."

"Yes, Otter, she is beautiful."

"And she is cold, Baas; she does not say 'thank you' nicely for all
that you have done."

"Perhaps she thinks it the more, Otter."

"Perhaps she thinks it the more. Still, she might say 'thank you' to
you, Baas, who are her--husband."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, Baas, that you bought her first, according to our custom, and
married her afterwards according to your own, and if that does not
make her your wife, nothing can."

"Stop that fool's talk," said Leonard angrily, "and never let me hear
you repeat it. It was only a game that we played."

"As the Baas desires, so be it. I do but speak from my heart when I
say that she is your wife, and some might think that not so ill, for
she is fair and clever. Will the Baas rise and come to the river to
bathe, that his soreness may leave him?"

Leonard took the suggestion, and came back from his bath a new man,
for rest and the cold water had acted on him like magic. He was still
stiff, indeed, and remained lame in one leg for ten days or more, but,
with the exception of an aching of the throat where Xavier had gripped
him, no other ill effects were left. Among the booty of the slave camp
was a good supply of clothing, flannel shirts, corduroy suits, and
hats. Casting aside the rags of the Portuguese uniform in which he had
disguised himself, Leonard put on some of these articles and
reappeared in the camp dressed like an ordinary English colonist,
roughly indeed, but becomingly.

Meanwhile Juanna had also been making her toilet, with the help of
Soa, who took this opportunity to tell her mistress the history of her
meeting with Leonard Outram. But, either from design or because she
forgot to do so, she did not at this time tell her about the agreement
which had been entered into between them. As yet Soa had never spoken
fully to her mistress of her early life or of the mysterious People of
the Mist from whom she sprang, though she had taught her the language
they spoke. Perhaps, for reasons of her own, she did not think this a
favourable occasion on which to begin the story.

When Soa had finished Juanna fell into a reverie. She remembered that
she had expressed no gratitude to Mr. Outram for his heroic rescue of
her. Yet in her heart she was grateful enough. But for him she must
now have been dead, and the world of light and love would have closed
its gates upon her for ever. Still, mixed up with her gratitude and
earnest admiration of the deed of heroism which had been wrought for
her sake, was another feeling, a feeling of resentment and alarm. This
stranger, this dark, keen-eyed, resolute man had bought her as a
slave; more, he had gone through a form of marriage with her that was
not all a form, for it had been solemnly celebrated by a priest, and
there on her finger was the memorial of it. Of course it meant
nothing, but the thought of it angered her and offended her pride.

Like other women, Juanna Rodd had not come to twenty years of age
without dreaming of love, and, strange to say, her fancy had always
chosen some such man as Leonard for the hero of the story. But that
the hero should present himself in this ultra-heroic fashion, that he
should buy her with gold, that he should go through a form of marriage
with her within an hour of their first meeting--for these things she
had not bargained. It was a fact--that marriage was an accomplished
fact, although it might be null and void, and the female mind has a
great respect for accomplished facts. To a woman of Juanna's somewhat
haughty nature this was very galling. Already she felt it to be so,
and as time went on the chain of its remembrance irked her more and
more, a circumstance which accounts for much of her subsequent
conduct.

Thinking such thoughts as these, Juanna strolled back towards the camp
along a little pathway in the reeds, and suddenly came face to face
with Leonard. She was clad in a white Arab robe, part of the loot,
which she had adapted cleverly to the purposes of a dress, fastening
it round her slender waist with an embroidered scarf. She wore no hat,
and her rich dark hair was twisted into a great knot that shone in the
sunlight. In her hand she held some crimson lilies which she had
gathered, that made a spot of colour on the whiteness of her dress.
The look of haunting terror was gone from her face, whose beauty had
come back during her sleep; her changing eyes shone beneath their dark
lashes, and she moved with the grace of a fawn.

Seen thus in that pure and pearly light against the green background
of the feathered reeds, nothing could have seemed more sweet and
lovely than did this girl, this child of the forest and the river, who
mingled in herself the different beauty of the Saxon and the Spaniard,
ripened by the African sun and dignified by the long companionship of
Nature. There was a grace about her movements, a purity in her face, a
mystery in the wide eyes and curved and smiling lips, such as Leonard
had never seen before, and which overcame him utterly. Alas for the
fickleness of the human heart! from that moment the adoration of his
youth, the dream of his lonely years of wandering, Jane Beach, began
to grow faint and fade away. But though this was so, as yet he did not
admit it to himself; indeed, he scarcely knew it.

Juanna looked up and saw him standing before her, proud and handsome,
an air of command upon his thoughtful face, deep-chested, bearded,
vigorous, a man amongst men. She saw the admiration in his eyes and
blushed, knowing that, do what she would to prevent it, it was
reflected in her own. She remembered all that this stranger had done
for her, how he had risked his life a hundred times, how she would now
have been dead and unlovely were it not for his intrepid deeds, and
remembering, something stirred at her heart.

Was it gratitude that moved her thus? She did not know; but whatever
it was, she turned her head that he might not read it on her face.
Another moment, and she was holding out her hand to him and smiling
pleasantly.

"Good morning," she said, "I hope that you have slept well, and that
you have no bad news."

"I spent eight hours in a state of absolute stupor," he answered
laughing, "and there is no news at all to speak of, except that I have
got rid of those slaves, poor creatures. I fancy that our friends, the
slave-dealers yonder, have had enough of our company, and are scarcely
likely to follow us."

Juanna turned a shade paler, and answered:

"I trust so. At least I have had enough of them. By the way, Mr.
Outram, I--I--have to thank you for a great deal;" here her eyes
caught the gleam of the gold circlet on the third finger of her left
hand--"this ring belongs to you, I will return it at once."

"Miss Rodd," said Leonard gravely, "we have passed through a very
strange adventure together; will you not keep the ring in remembrance
of it?"

Her strong impulse was to refuse. While she wore this ring the thought
of that hateful scene and still more hateful mockery of marriage would
be always with her. And yet, as the words of prompt refusal were on
her lips, a feeling, an instinct, almost a superstition caused them to
remain unspoken. "You are very kind," she said, "but this is your
signet-ring--is not that what you call it? You cannot wish to give it
to a chance acquaintance."

"Yes, it is my signet-ring, and if you will look at the crest and
motto you will see that they are not inappropriate. And I do wish to
give it even 'to a chance acquaintance,' Miss Rodd, if you will allow
me no more intimate term."

"I have looked at them," she answered, as she examined the ring
curiously. It was of plain and somewhat massive gold, and deeply cut
into the shield-faced bezel was the Outram crest, a hand holding a
drawn sword, beneath which the motto was engraved. "What is the last
word of the motto?" she went on; "it is so rubbed that I cannot read
it--'For Home, Honour----'"

"'And Heart,'" said Leonard.

Juanna blushed, though why the word "heart" should make her blush she
knew not.

"Well, I will wear the ring, if you wish it, Mr. Outram, in memory of
our adventure--that is, until you ask it back again," she said
confusedly; then added with a change of tone: "There is one detail of
the adventure that I hope you will not allude to more than you can
avoid, for the recollection of it is most painful to me, probably more
so even than to you."

"I suppose you mean the ceremony of marriage, Miss Rodd."

"I mean the wicked and abominable farce in which we were made to play
a part," she answered passionately. "Most of the witnesses of that
shameful scene are dead and cannot speak of it, and if you will keep
your servant the dwarf silent I will do the same by Father Francisco.
Let it be forgotten by both of us."

"Certainly, Miss Rodd," said Leonard, "that is, if anything so strange
can be forgotten. And now, will you come to breakfast?"

She bowed her head in assent and swept past him, the red lilies in her
hand.

"I wonder what hold she has over that priest," thought Leonard to
himself, "that she talked of being able to keep him silent. By the
way, I must find out whether we are to have the pleasure of his
company. I would rather be without him myself. A strange girl! One can
account for her beauty, she inherited that; but it is difficult to
understand the manner. By rights she should be a half-wild hoyden, but
I never saw an English lady with more grace and dignity. Perhaps I
have forgotten; it is so long since I associated with ladies, or
perhaps, like beauty, these are natural to her. After all, her father
seems to have been a gentleman of birth, and people who live with
nature may have every fault in the calendar, but they cannot be
vulgar. That is the gift of civilisation."

When he reached the camp, Leonard found the priest talking
confidentially to Juanna.

"By the way, Father," he said somewhat brusquely, "as you see, I have
got rid of those slaves. It was impossible to take them with us, and
now they must shift for themselves: at any rate, they are better off
than they were yonder. What are your plans? You have behaved well to
us, but I cannot forget that we found you in bad company. Perhaps you
wish to return to it, and in that case your way lies eastward," and he
nodded towards the Nest.

"I do not wonder that you distrust me, senor," said Francisco, his
pale and girlish face colouring as he spoke, "for appearances are much
against me. But I assure you that although I came into the company of
Antonio Pereira by my own will, it was for no evil purpose. To be
brief, senor, I had a brother who fled hither from Portugal because of
a crime that he had committed, and joined Pereira's band. With much
toil I tracked him out, and was welcomed at the Nest because I am a
priest who can comfort the sick and shrive the dying, for wickedness
does not console men at the last, senor. I persuaded my brother to
return with me, and we made a plan to escape. But Pereira's ears were
long: we were betrayed, and my brother was hanged. They did not hang
me, because of my calling. Afterwards I was kept a prisoner and forced
to accompany the band in their expeditions. That is all the story.
Now, with your permission, I will follow you, for I have no money and
nowhere else to go in this wilderness, though I fear that I am not
strong enough to be of much service, and being of another faith you
will scarcely need my ministrations."

"Very well, Father," answered Leonard coldly, "but please understand
that we are still surrounded by many dangers, which any treachery
might cause to overwhelm us. Therefore I warn you that should I detect
anything of the sort my answer to it will be a quick one."

"I do not think that you need suspect the Father, Mr. Outram," said
Juanna indignantly. "I owe him a great deal: had it not been for his
kindness and counsel, I should not be alive to-day. I am most deeply
grateful to him."

"If you vouch for him, Miss Rodd, that is enough. You have had the
advantage of a closer acquaintance than I can boast," Leonard answered
gravely, mentally contrasting the difference of her manner in
acknowledging the priest's services and his own.

From that hour till a certain conversation opened his eyes, struggle
as he would against it, Leonard disliked Francisco. He had a foolish
British aversion to his class, and Juanna's marked partiality towards
this particular individual did not lessen it in this instance.
Prejudice is a strong thing, and when it is heightened by suspicion
and jealousy, especially jealousy of the unacknowledged kind, it
becomes formidable, both to him who entertains it and to him against
whom it is entertained.

When their meal was done they proceeded up the river in the boats
which they had captured from the slavers, each boat being rowed by the
best oarsmen among the Settlement men. Including women and children
their party numbered some sixty souls. At evening they passed the
island where they had left the company of slavers, but could see no
sign of life upon it, and never learned whether the men perished or
escaped.

An hour later they encamped upon the bank of the river, and it was
while they were sitting round the fire at night that Juanna told
Leonard of the horrors which she had undergone during her dreadful
sojourn with the slave caravan. She told him also how she had torn
leaves from the Bible which she chanced to have with her, and fixed
them upon the reeds whenever she could find an opportunity of so
doing, in the hope that they might guide her father, should he return
and attempt her rescue.

"It is all like a nightmare," she said; "and as for that hideous farce
of marriage with which it ended, I can scarcely bear to think of it."

Then Francisco, who had been sitting silent, spoke for the first time.

"You speak, senora," he said in his subdued voice, "of that 'hideous
farce of marriage,' and I suppose you mean the ceremony which I
performed between you and the Senor Outram, being forced to the act by
Pereira. It is my duty to tell you both that, however irregular this
marriage may have been, I do not believe it to be a farce. I believe
that you are lawfully man and wife until death shall part you, unless
indeed the Pope should annul the union, as he alone can do."

"Nonsense, nonsense," broke in Leonard; "you forget that there was no
consent; that we are of another religion, and that the form was
necessary to our plot."

"The Church knows nothing of the reasons which lead to the undertaking
of wedlock," Francisco answered mildly. "They are various, and many of
them would not bear investigation. But you were married without any
open protest on your part, on Portuguese territory, according to
Portuguese custom, and by a duly qualified priest. The fact that you
are of the Protestant religion, and were united by the Catholic
ritual, does not matter at all. For the purposes of the ceremony you
accepted that ritual, as is customary when a Protestant marries a
Catholic. It is disagreeable for me to have to tell you this, but the
truth remains: I believe that you are man and wife before Heaven and
the world."[*]

[*] The Editor does not hold himself responsible for Father
    Francisco's views on ecclesiastical marriage law.

Here Juanna jumped to her feet, and even in that light Leonard could
see that her breast was heaving and her eyes shone with anger.

"It is intolerable that I should be forced to listen to such
falsehoods," she said, "and if you ever repeat them in my hearing,
Father Francisco, I will not speak to you again. I utterly repudiate
this marriage. Before the ceremony began, Mr. Outram whispered to me
to go through with the 'farce,' and it was a farce. Had I thought
otherwise I should have taken the poison. If there is any foundation
for what the Father says, I have been deceived and entrapped."

"Pardon, senora," replied the priest; "but you should not speak so
angrily. The Senor Outram and I only did what we were forced to do."

"Supposing that Father Francisco is right, which I do not believe,"
said Leonard, with sarcasm, "do you think, Miss Rodd, that such a
sudden undertaking would be more to my liking than to yours? Believe
me, had I wished to 'deceive and entrap' you, I could not have done so
without involving myself, since, if the marriage is binding, it is
binding on both parties, and even such a humble individual as I am
does not take a wife on the faith of a five minutes' acquaintance. To
be frank, I undertook your rescue for purposes far other than those of
matrimony."

"Might I ask what they were?" replied Juanna, in a tone of equal
acerbity.

"Certainly, Miss Rodd. But first I must explain that I am no knight-
errant. I am an almost penniless adventurer, and for urgent reasons of
my own I seek to win fortune. Therefore, when the woman yonder," and
he pointed to Soa, who was sitting watching them just out of range of
the firelight, "came to me with a marvellous tale of a countless
treasure of rubies, which she promised to reveal to me if I would
undertake the little matter of your rescue, and when she even paid
down a specimen stone of considerable value on account, having nothing
better to do and nowhere to go, being in short desperate, I consented.
Indeed, I did more, I took the precaution of reducing the matter to
writing, I being one contracting party, and Soa, acting on her own
behalf and as your attorney, being the other."

"I have not the least idea to what you allude, nor did I ever give Soa
any authority to sign documents on my behalf. But may I see this
writing?"

"Certainly," Leonard answered; and rising he went to the baggage,
whence he returned presently with a lantern and the prayer-book.

Juanna placed the lantern beside her and opened the book. The first
thing that she saw was a name on the fly-leaf, "Jane Beach," and
beneath it this inscription, which evidently had been written by some
one in a great hurry: "To dearest Leonard from Jane. 23 Jan."

"Turn over," he said hastily; "the document is on the other side."

She was not slow to note both the writing and the confusion which her
perusal of it caused him. Who was Jane Beach, she wondered, and why
did she call Mr. Outram "dearest Leonard"? In a moment, so strange are
the hearts of women, Juanna felt herself much prepossessed against
her, whoever she might be. But she turned the leaf and read the
agreement. It was a pretty sight to see her bending over the cramped
writing in the circle of the lantern light, but when at length she had
finished and looked up, there was a smile upon her lovely face which
had more of scorn in it than was pleasant.

"Come hither, Soa," she said, "and tell me what all this nonsense
means about rubies and the People of the Mist."

"Shepherdess," answered Soa, squatting down on the ground before her,
"it is not nonsense. The language which I taught you when you were
little is that of this people. It is a true tale, though hitherto I
have hid it from you and your father, Mavoom, lest Mavoom should seek
to win the precious stones and come to his death through them. Listen,
Shepherdess," and she repeated the outlines of the story with which
she had already made Leonard acquainted, ending thus:

"I told this tale to the White Man because I saw that he was greedy,
after the fashion of his race, and my strait was desperate. For this
reason I bribed him with the red stone, and with the promise that I
would lead him to the land of the People of the Mist, for had I not
done so he would never have used his wit or put out his strength to
rescue you from the Yellow Devil. Therefore it was also that I marked
this paper on your behalf and my own, knowing well that I had no right
to speak for you, and that by and by you could refuse to abide by it,
though I am bound."

"Frank, at any rate," said Leonard to himself. "What an attorney the
old lady would have made!"

"Say, Soa," asked Juanna, "to succeed in the search for these stones
is it necessary that I should act a part among your people?"

"I can see no other way," she answered. "But what of that? You are
free, and what I promised on your behalf is nothing. Let the White Man
go without his reward, it will save him a long journey."

"Attorney!" murmured Leonard in admiration; "she ought to be Attorney-
General."

"/Wow!/ The wicked old cheat!" put in Otter. "If I had my way I would
break her neck, though she is so clever with the big gun."

Juanna took no notice of these asides. For the moment she remained in
thought, then looked up smiling.

"Really," she said, "this is a capital legal document. But oh! Mr.
Outram, why did you dispel my illusions? You see, I had been making up
such a romantic story out of this adventure. You were the knight-
errant, and I was the Christian maiden in the hands of the ogre, and
when you heard of it you buckled on your armour and started to the
rescue. And now you bring me down to the nineteenth century with a
run.

"It is not knight-errantry, but a commercial transaction: I am in
difficulty, but by playing a certain undefined part you believe that I
shall be able to help you to secure treasure; therefore you agree to
undertake the risk. I am ignorant of what I am to do, for as yet
nobody has explained it to me, but you need have no fear, I shall not
repudiate, as Soa suggests with so much candour. Certainly I shall try
my best to help you in this business, if I can, for you have worked
hard and endangered your life, Mr. Outram, and I am sure that you have
earned your money, or rather the prospect of it. Really it is all very
amusing," and she laughed merrily.

As for Leonard, he sat before her, mad with secret wrath and burning
with shame. What a fool he had been thus to expose himself to the
shafts of this girl's tongue--this girl, whose beauty was only
equalled by her malice! He wished that his hand had withered before he
wrote that accursed document. But now the only thing to do was to face
it out.

"I am glad that you see me in my true light at last, Miss Rodd," he
said. "It simplifies matters. I entered into that agreement because it
seemed to give me a remote chance of attaining my end, which is money.
It does not quite follow, however, that I should not have attempted
your rescue had there been no agreement; but, of course, I cannot
expect you to believe that."

"I assure you, Mr. Outram, that I am deeply obliged to you for your
caution. It has lifted a great weight from my mind, for if in any way
I can help you to obtain possession of the valuables of this People of
the Mist I shall have paid off an obligation which at present crushes
me."

"We shall have to start early to-morrow morning, so with your
permission I think that I will be turning in," said Leonard, springing
up with singular alacrity.

Juanna watched him go with innocent eyes, and as he passed she saw by
the firelight that his face was like a thunderstorm. "I have made him
angry this time," she thought to herself, "and I am glad of it. What
business had he to rescue /me/ for money? But he is a strange man, and
I don't think that I quite understand him. I wonder who Jane Beach is.
I suppose that she wants the money. Women generally do, or at least
they did in Durban."

Then she spoke aloud: "Soa, come here while I undress, and tell me
again all about your meeting with Mr. Outram, and what he said,
forgetting nothing. You have put me to shame, Soa, with your talk, and
I will never forgive you. Tell me also how I can help to win the
treasure of the People of the Mist!"



                             CHAPTER XVI

                          MISUNDERSTANDINGS

For some days after the acrimonious conversation that has been
reported, the relations between Leonard and Juanna were not a little
strained, although the necessities of travel brought them into
continual contact. Both felt that they had cause of complaint against
the other, and both were at heart somewhat ashamed of the part which
they had played. Leonard regretted ever having made the agreement with
Soa, and Juanna, now that she had cooled down a little, regretted
having spoken as she did upon the subject. Her pride was offended;
but, after all, how could he know? Besides, he was an adventurer, and
it was natural that he should make terms. Doubtless also his anxiety
to win fortune had to do with the lady whose name was written in the
prayer-book.

Perhaps this lady was only a maiden aunt, but a great desire seized
Juanna to know about her; and when such a wish enters the heart of
woman it is probable that she will find a means to satisfy it. Having
no one else to ask, Juanna sounded Otter, with whom she was on
friendly terms, only to find that the subject of Jane Beach did not
interest the dwarf. He hazarded a remark, however, that doubtless she
was one of the Baas's wives when he lived in his big kraal over the
water.

This disgusted Juanna somewhat, but the allusion to a "big kraal"
excited the curiosity, of which she had a certain share, and very
adroitly she questioned the dwarf concerning it. He rose to the fly
without hesitation, and told her that his master had been one of the
greatest men in the world, and one of the richest, but that he lost
his possessions through the wicked arts of foemen, and was come to
this country to seek new ones.

Indeed Otter enlarged upon the theme, and, anxious to extol his
beloved chief's worth in the eyes of the Shepherdess, it would not be
too much to say that he drew upon his own imagination. Leonard, he
declared, had owned country as wide as a horse could gallop across in
a day; moreover, he had two hundred tribesmen, heads of families, who
fed upon oxen killed for them--twenty oxen a week; and ten principal
wives had called him husband. Juanna asked for the titles of the
wives, whereon the undefeated Otter gave them all Kaffir names, not
neglecting to describe their lineage, personal charms, and the number
and sex of their children. The tale took about two hours to tell, and
after hearing it Juanna conceived a great respect for Otter, but she
saw clearly that if she wished for reliable information she must
obtain it from Leonard himself.

It was not till the last day of their journey that Juanna found the
opportunity she sought. The voyage had been most prosperous, and they
expected to reach the ruined Settlement on the morrow, though whether
or not they would find Mr. Rodd there was a matter of anxious
conjecture, especially to his daughter. Day after day they rowed and
sailed up the great river, camping at night upon its banks, which
would have been pleasant had it not been for the mosquitoes. But all
this while Leonard and Juanna saw little of each other, though they
met often enough. On this particular occasion, however, it chanced
that they were journeying in the same boat, alone, except for the
rowers.

Possibly Juanna had contrived that it should be so, for as a general
rule, in pursuit of his policy of avoiding a disagreeable young
person, Leonard travelled with Otter in the first boat, while Juanna
was accompanied by Francisco and Soa in the second. To the priest,
indeed, she made herself very agreeable, perhaps to show Leonard how
charming she could be when she chose. She conversed with him by the
hour together as though he were a woman friend, and his melancholy
eyes would lighten with pleasure at her talk. Indeed Francisco had
something of the feminine in his nature; his very gentleness was
womanly, and his slight stature, delicate hands and features
heightened this impression. In face he was not unlike Juanna herself,
and as time went on the resemblance seemed to grow. Had he been
arrayed in a woman's loose attire, it would have been easy to mistake
one for the other in the dusk, although she was the taller of the two.

The accident of his profession caused Juanna to admit Francisco to an
intimacy which she would have withheld from any other man. She forgot,
or did not understand, that she was playing a dangerous game--that
after all he was a man, and that the heart of a man beat beneath his
cassock. Nobody could be more charming in her manner or more subtle in
her mind than Juanna, yet day by day she did not hesitate to display
all her strength before the unfortunate young priest, which, in
addition to her beauty, made her somewhat irresistible, at any rate on
the Zambesi. Friendship and ignorance of the world were doubtless at
the bottom of this reprehensible conduct, but it is also possible that
unconscious pique had something to do with it. She was determined to
show Leonard that she was not always a disagreeable person whom it was
well to avoid, or at least that others did not think so. That all
these airs and graces might have a tragic effect upon Francisco never
occurred to her till too late.

Well, for once the order of things was changed; Leonard and Juanna sat
side by side in the first boat. The evening was lovely, they glided
slowly by the reed-fringed bank, watching the long lights play upon
the surface of the lonely river, listening to the whistling wings of
the countless wildfowl overhead, and counting the herds of various
game that roamed upon the plains beyond.

For a while neither of them spoke much. Occasionally Juanna would call
her companion's attention to some water-flower or to a great fish
darting from the oars, and he would answer by a word or nod. His heart
was wroth with the girl, as Otter would have said; he wondered why she
had come with him--because she was tired of the priest perhaps. He
wished her away, and yet he would have been sorry enough had she gone.

For her part Juanna desired to make him speak, and did not know how to
break through his moody silence. Suddenly she leaned back in the boat
and began to sing in a rich contralto voice that moved him. He had
never heard her sing before, had never heard any good singing for many
years indeed, and he was fond of singing. The song she sang was a
Portuguese love-song, very tender and passionate, addressed by a
bereaved lover to his dead mistress, and she put much expression into
it. Presently she ceased, and he noticed that her beautiful eyes were
full of tears. So she could feel!

"That is too sad," she said with a little laugh, and then burst into a
Kaffir boat-song, of which the Settlement natives, joyous in the
prospect of once more seeing their home, took up the chorus gleefully.
Presently she wearied of the boat-chant. "I am tiring you," she said;
"I dare say that you do not care for singing."

"On the contrary, Miss Rodd, I am very fond of it. Your voice is good,
if you will allow me to say so, and it has been trained. I do not
quite understand how you can have had the opportunity to learn so many
things--music, for instance."

"I suppose, Mr. Outram, you think that I should be a sort of savage by
rights; but as a matter of fact, although we have lived on the
Zambesi, I have had some chances. There is always a certain amount of
trade on the river, by means of which we often obtain books and other
things, and are brought into occasional contact with European
merchants, travellers, and missionaries. Then my father is a gently
born and well-educated man, though circumstances have caused him to
spend his life in these wild places. He was a scholar in his day and
he has taught me a good deal, and I have picked up more by reading.
Also, for nearly three years I was at a good school in Durban and did
my best to improve myself there. I did not wish to grow up wild
because I lived among wild people."

"Indeed, that explains the miracle. And do you like living among
savages?"

"I have liked it well enough hitherto, but this last adventure has
sickened me. Oh! it was dreadful. Had I not been very strong I could
never have endured it; a nervous woman would have been driven mad.
Yes, I have liked it well enough; I have always looked upon it as a
preparation for life. I think that the society of nature is the best
education for the society of man, since until you understand and are
in sympathy with the one, you cannot really understand the other. Now
I should like to go to Europe and see the world and its civilisations,
for I know from what stuff they were evolved. But perhaps I never
shall; at any rate, I have to find my dear father first," and she
sighed.

Leonard made no answer; he was thinking.

"And you, Mr. Outram, do /you/ care for this life?"

"I!" he exclaimed bitterly. "Like yourself, Miss Rodd, I am the victim
of circumstances and must make the best of them. As I told you I am a
penniless adventurer seeking my fortune in the rough places of the
earth. Of course I might earn a livelihood in England, but that is of
no use to me; I must win wealth, and a great deal of it."

"What is the good?" she said. "Is there any object in wearing out
one's life by trying to grow rich?"

"That depends. I have an object, one which I have sworn to fulfil."

She looked at him inquiringly.

"Miss Rodd, I will tell you. My brother, who died of fever some weeks
ago, and I were the last male survivors of a very ancient house. We
were born to great prospects, or at least he was; but owing to the
conduct of our father, everything was lost to us, and the old house,
which had been ours for centuries, went to the hammer. That was some
seven years ago, when I was a man of three-and-twenty. We swore that
we would try to retrieve those fortunes--not for ourselves so much,
but for the sake of the family--and came to Africa to do it. My
brother is dead, but I inherit the oath and continue the quest,
however hopeless it may be. And now, perhaps, you will understand why
I signed a certain document."

"Yes," she said, "I understand now. It is a strange history. But tell
me, have you no relations left?"

"One, I believe, if she still lives--a maiden aunt, my mother's
sister."

"Is she Jane Beach?" she asked quickly. "Forgive me, but I saw that
name in the prayer-book."

"No," he said, "she is not Jane Beach."

Juanna hesitated; then curiosity and perhaps other feelings overcame
her, and she asked straight out--

"Who is Jane Beach?"

Leonard looked at Juanna and remembered all that he had suffered at
her hands. It was impertinent of her to ask such a question, but since
she chose to do so she should have an answer. Doubtless she supposed
that he was in love with herself, doubtless her conduct was
premeditated and aimed at the repression of his hopes. He would show
her that there were other women in the world, and that one of them at
any rate had not thought so poorly of him. It was foolish conduct on
his part, but then people suffering under unmerited snubs, neglect,
and mockery at the hands of a lady they admire are apt to lose their
judgment and do foolish things. So he answered:

"Jane Beach is the lady to whom I was engaged."

"I guessed it," she replied with a smile and a shiver. "I guessed it
when I saw that you always carried the prayer-book about with you."

"You forget, Miss Rodd, that the prayer-book contains an agreement
which might become valuable."

Juanna took no heed of his sarcasm, she was too intent on other
thoughts.

"And are you engaged to her now?"

"No, I suppose not. Her father broke off the match when we lost our
fortunes."

"She must have been very sorry?"

"Yes, she was very sorry."

"How interesting! You must not think me curious, Mr. Outram, but I
have never come across a love affair--that is a /white/ love affair--
out of a novel. Of course she often writes to you?"

"I have never heard from her since I left England."

"Indeed! Surely she might have written or sent a message?"

"I suppose that her father forbade it," Leonard answered; but in his
heart he also thought that Jane might have written or sent a message,
and could well guess why none had come.

"Ah! her father. Tell me, was she very beautiful?"

"She was the loveliest woman that I ever saw--except one who is
sitting at my side," he added to himself.

"And do you love her very much?"

"Yes, I loved her very much."

If Juanna heard the change of tense she took no note of it; it was
such a little thing, only one letter. And yet what a vast gulf there
is between /love/ and /loved/! It is measureless. Still, most people
have crossed it in their lives, some of them more than once. He told
her the exact truth, but after a woman's fashion she added to the
truth. He said that he had loved Jane Beach, and she did not doubt
that he still loved her more than ever. How was she to know that the
image of this faraway and hateful Jane was fading from his mind, to be
replaced by that of a certain present Juanna? She took it all for
granted, and filled in the details with a liberal hand and in high
colours.

Juanna took it all for granted. Again she shivered, and her lips
turned grey with pain. She understood now that she had loved him ever
since the night when they first met in the slave camp. It was her
love, as yet unrecognised, which, transforming her, had caused her to
behave so badly. It had been dreadful to her to think that she should
be thrust upon this man in a mock marriage; it was worse to know that
he had entered on her rescue not for her own sake, but in the hope of
winning wealth. In the moment of her loss Juanna learned for the first
time what she had gained. She had played and lost, and she could never
throw those dice again; it was begun and finished.

So Juanna thought and felt. A little more experience of the world
might have taught her differently. But she had no experience, and in
such novels as she had read the hero seldom varied in the pursuit of
his first love, or turned to look upon /another/. Ah! if all heroes
and heroines acted up to this golden rule, what an uncommonly dull
world it would be!

Juanna gathered her energies, and spoke in a low steady voice. "Mr.
Outram," she said, "I am so much obliged to you for telling me all
this. It interests me a great deal, and I earnestly hope that Soa's
tale of treasure will turn out to be true, and that you may win it by
my help. It will be some slight return for all that you have done for
me. Yes, I hope that you will win it, and buy back your home, and
after your years of toil and danger live there in honour, and
happiness, and--love, as you deserve to do. And now I ask you to
forgive me my behaviour, my rudeness, and my bitter speeches. It has
been shameful, I know; perhaps you will make some excuse for me when
you remember all that I have gone through. My nerves were shaken, I
was not myself--I acted like a half-wild minx. There, that is all."

As she spoke Juanna began to draw the signet-ring from her left hand.
But she never completed the act. It was his gift to her, the only
outward link between her and the man whom she had lost--why should she
part with it? It reminded her of so much. She knew now that this mock
marriage was in a sense a true one; that is, so far as she was
concerned, for from that hour she had indeed given her spirit into his
keeping--not herself, but her better half and her love; and those
solemn words over her in that dreadful place and time had consecrated
the gift. It was nothing, it meant nothing; yet on her it should be
binding, though not on him. Yes, all her life she would remain as true
to him in mind and act as though she had indeed become his wife on
that night of fear. To do so would be her only happiness, she thought,
though it is strange that in her sorrow she should turn for comfort to
this very event, the mere mention of which had moved her to scorn and
bitterness. But so it was, and so let it be.

Leonard saw the look upon her face; he had never seen anything quite
like it before. With astonishment he heard her gentle words, and
something of the meaning of the look and words came home to him; at
any rate he understood that she was suffering. She was changed in his
sight, he no longer felt bitter towards her. He loved her; might it
not be that she also loved him, and that here was the key to her
strange conduct? Once and for all he would settle the matter; he would
tell her that Jane Beach had ceased to be more than a tender memory to
him, and that she had become all.

"Juanna," he said, addressing her by her Christian name for the first
time.

But there, as it was fated, the sentence began and ended, for at that
moment a canoe shot alongside of them, and Francisco's voice was heard
hailing them through the fog.

"Peter says that you have passed the camping place, senora. He did not
stop you because he thought that you knew it well."

"It was the mist, Father," Juanna answered with a little laugh. "We
have lost ourselves in a mist."

A few minutes and they were on the bank, and Leonard's declaration
remained unspoken. Nor did he make any attempt to renew it. It seemed
to him that Juanna had built a wall between them which he could not
climb. From that evening forward her whole attitude towards him
changed. She no longer angered him by bitter words; indeed, she was
gentleness itself, and nothing could be kindlier or more friendly and
open than her manner, but there it began and ended. Once or twice,
indeed, he attempted some small advance, with the result that
instantly she seemed to freeze--to become cold and hard as marble. He
could not understand her, he feared her somewhat, and his pride took
alarm. At the least he could keep his feelings to himself, he need not
expose them to be trampled upon by this incomprehensible girl.

So, although they were destined to live side by side for months,
rarely out of each other's sight or thoughts, he went his way and she
went hers. But the past and secret trouble left its mark on both.
Leonard became sterner, more silent, watchful, and suspicious. Juanna
grew suddenly from a girl into a woman of presence and great natural
dignity. She did not often laugh during those months as had been her
wont, she only smiled, sadly enough at times. Her thoughts would not
let her laugh, for they were of what her life might have been had no
such person as Jane Beach existed, and of what it must be because of
Jane Beach. Indeed this unknown Jane took a great hold of her mind--
she haunted her. Juanna pictured her in a dozen different shapes of
beauty, endowed with many varying charms, and hated each phantasm
worse than the last.

Still, for a while she would set it up as a rival, and try to outmatch
its particular fancied grace or loveliness--a strange form of jealousy
which at length led Otter to remark that the Shepherdess was not one
woman but twenty women, and, therefore, bewitched and to be avoided.
But these fits only took her from time to time. For the most part she
moved among them a grave and somewhat stately young lady, careful of
many things, fresh and lovely to look upon, a mystery to her white
companions, and to the natives little short of a goddess.

But wherever Juanna moved two shadows went with her--her secret
passion and the variable image of that far-off English lady who had
robbed her of its fruit.



                             CHAPTER XVII

                         THE DEATH OF MAVOOM

One more day's journeying brought the party to the ruined Settlement,
which they found in much the same condition as the Arabs had left it a
few weeks before. Fortunately the destruction was not nearly so great
as it appeared. The inside of the house, indeed, was burnt out, but
its walls still remained intact, also many of the huts of the natives
were still standing.

Messengers who left the canoes at dawn had spread the news of the
rescue and return of the Shepherdess among the people of the
neighbouring kraals, who flocked by scores to the landing-place. With
these were at least a hundred of Mr. Rodd's own people, who had
escaped the clutches of the slaver-traders by hiding, absence, and
various other accidents, and now returned to greet his daughter and
their own relatives as they would have greeted one risen from the
grave. Indeed the welcome accorded to Juanna was most touching. Men,
women, and children ran to her, the men saluting her with guttural
voices and uplifted arms, the women and children gesticulating,
chattering, and kissing her dress and hand.

Waving them aside impatiently, Juanna asked the men if anything had
been seen or heard of her father. They answered, "No." Some of their
number had started up the river to search for him on the same day when
she was captured, but they had not returned, and no tidings had come
from them or him.

"Do not be alarmed," said Leonard, seeing the distress and anxiety
written on her face; "doubtless he has gone further than he
anticipated, and the men have not been able to find him."

"I fear that something has happened to him," she answered; "he should
have been back by now: he promised to return within the fortnight."

By this time the story of the capture and destruction of the slave
camp was spread abroad among the people by the rescued men, and the
excitement rose to its height. Otter, seeing a favourable opportunity
to trumpet his master's fame, swaggered to and fro through the crowd
shaking a spear and chanting Leonard's praises after the Zulu fashion.

"/Wow!/" he said, "/wow!/ Look at him, ye people, and be astonished.

"Look at him, the White Elephant, and hear his deeds.

"In the night he fell upon them.

"He fell upon them, the armed men in a fenced place.

"He did it alone: no one helped him but a black monkey and a woman
with a shaking hand.

"He beguiled them with a tongue of honey, he smote them with a spear
of iron.

"He won the Shepherdess from the midst of them to be a wife to him.

"He satisfied the Yellow Devil, he satisfied him with gold.

"The praying man prayed over them, then strife arose.

"Their greatest warrior gave him battle, he broke him with his fist.

"Then the Monkey played his tricks, and the Shaking Hand made a great
noise, a noise of thunder.

"They fell dead, they fell dead in heaps.

"The fire roared behind them, in front of them the bullets hailed.

"They cried like women, but the fire stayed not; it licked up their
strength.

"Ashes are all that is left of them; they are dead, the armed men.

"No more shall they bring desolation; the day of slavery is gone by.

"Who did it? He did it, the terrible lion, the black-maned lion with
the white face.

"He gave the slavers to the sword; he doomed their captain to death.

"He loosened the irons of the captives. Now they shall eat the bread
of freedom.

"Praise him, ye people, who broke the strength of the oppressor.

"Praise him, the Shepherd of the Shepherdess, who led her from the
house of the wicked.

"Praise him, ye Children of Mavoom, in whose hands are death and life.

"No such deeds have been told of in the land. Praise him, the
Deliverer, who gives you back your children!"

"Ay, praise him!" said Juanna, who was standing by. "Praise him,
children of my father, since but for him none of us would see the
light to-day."

At this juncture Leonard himself arrived upon the scene, just in time
to hear Juanna's words. All the people of the Settlement took up the
cry, and hundreds of other natives collected there joined in it. They
rushed towards him shouting: "Praise to thee, Shepherd of the
Shepherdess! Praise to thee, Deliverer!"

Then Leonard, in a fury, caught hold of Otter, vowing that if he dared
to say another word he would instantly break his neck, and the tumult
ceased. But from that day forward he was known among the natives as
"The Deliverer," and by no other name.

That evening, as Leonard, Juanna, and the priest sat at meat within
the walls of the Settlement-house, with the plunder of the slave camp
piled about them, talking anxiously of the fate of Mr. Rodd and
wondering if anything could be done to discover his whereabouts, they
heard a stir among the natives without. At this moment Otter rushed
in, crying: "Mavoom has come!"

Instantly they sprang to their feet and ran outside the house, headed
by Juanna. There, borne on the shoulders of six travel-worn men, and
followed by a crowd of natives, they saw a litter, upon which lay the
figure of a man covered with blankets.

"Oh! he is dead!" said Juanna, stopping suddenly, and pressing her
hands to her heart.

For a moment Leonard thought that she was right. Before he could
speak, however, they heard a feeble voice calling to the men who
carried the litter to be more careful in their movements, and once
more Juanna sprang forward, crying, "Father! Father!"

Then the bearers brought their burden into the house and set it down
upon the floor. Leonard, looking, saw before him a tall and handsome
man of about fifty years of age, and saw also by many unmistakable
signs that he was at the point of death.

"Juanna," gasped her father, "is that you? Then you have escaped.
Thank God! Now I can die happy."

It would serve little purpose to set out in detail the broken
conversation which followed, but by degrees Leonard learnt the story.
It seemed that Mr. Rodd was disappointed in his purpose of purchasing
the hoard of ivory which he went out to seek, and, unwilling to return
empty-handed, pushed on up the river with the hope of obtaining more.
In this he failed also, and had just begun his homeward journey when
he was met by the party which Soa despatched, and heard the terrible
tidings of the abduction of his daughter by Pereira. It was nightfall
when the messengers arrived, and too dark to travel.

For a while Mr. Rodd sat brooding over the news of this crushing
disaster, perhaps the most fearful that could come to a father's ears;
then he did what he was but too prone to do--flew for refuge to the
bottle.

When he had drunk enough to destroy his judgment, he rose, and
insisted upon continuing their march through the inky darkness of the
night. In vain did his men remonstrate, saying that the road was rocky
and full of danger. He would take no denial; indeed, he vowed that if
they refused to come he would shoot them. So they started, Mr. Rodd
leading the way, while his people stumbled after him through trees and
over rocks as best they might.

The march was not a long one, however, for presently the men heard an
oath and a crash, and their master vanished; nor could they find him
till the dawn came to give them light. Then they discovered that they
had halted upon the edge of a small but precipitous cliff, and at the
bottom of the donga beneath lay Mavoom--not dead, indeed, but
senseless, and with three ribs and his right ankle broken. For some
days they nursed him there, till at length he decided upon being
carried forward in a litter. So notwithstanding his sufferings, which
were intense, they bore him homewards by short stages, till ultimately
they reached the Settlement.

That night Leonard examined Mr. Rodd's injuries, and found that they
were fatal; indeed, mortification had already set in about the region
of the broken ribs. Still he lived awhile.

On the following morning the dying man sent for Leonard. Entering the
room, he found him lying on the floor, his head supported in his
daughter's lap, while the priest Francisco prayed beside him. He
suffered no pain now, for when mortification begins pain passes, and
his mind was quite clear.

"Mr. Outram," he said, "I have learnt all the story of the taking of
the slave camp and your rescue of my daughter. It was the pluckiest
thing that I ever heard of, and I only wish that I had been there to
help in it."

"Don't speak of it!" said Leonard. "Perhaps you have heard also that I
did it for a consideration."

"Yes, they told me that too, and small blame to you. If only that old
fool Soa had let me into the secret of those rubies, I would have had
a try for them years ago, as of course you will when I am gone. Well,
I hope that you may get them. But I have no time to talk of rubies,
for death has caught me at last, through my own fault as usual. If you
ever take a drop, Outram, be warned by me and give it up; but you don't
look as if you did; you look as I used to, before I learnt to tackle a
bottle of rum at a sitting.

"Now listen, comrade, I am in a hole, not about myself, for that must
have come sooner or later, and it does not much matter when the world
is rid of a useless fellow like me; but about my girl here. What is to
become of her? I have not got a cent; those cursed slavers have
cleared me out, and she has no friend. How should she have, when I
have been thirty years away from England?

"Look here, I am going to do the only thing I can do. I am going to
leave my daughter in your charge, though it is rough on you, and as
you deal with her, so may Heaven deal with you! I understand that
there was some ceremony of marriage between you down yonder. I don't
know how you take that, either of you, or how far the matter will go
when I am dead. But if it goes any way at all, I trust to your honour,
as an English gentleman, to repeat that ceremony the first time you
come to a civilised country. If you do not care for each other,
however, then Juanna must shift, as other women have to do, poor
things. She can look after herself, and I suppose that her face will
help her to a husband some time. There is one thing: though she hasn't
a pound, she is the best girl that ever stepped, and of as good blood
as you can be. There is no older family than the Rodds in
Lincolnshire, and she is the last of them that I know of; also, her
mother was well-born, although she was a Portugee.

"And now, do you accept the trust?"

"I would gladly," answered Leonard, "but how can I? I propose to go
after these rubies. Would it not be better that Father Francisco here
should take your daughter to the coast? I have a little money which is
at her disposal."

"No," answered the dying man with energy, "I will only trust her to
you. If you want to search for these rubies, and you would be a fool
not to, she must accompany you--that is all. I know that you will look
after her, and if the worst comes to the worst, she has a medicine to
protect herself with, the same that she so nearly used in the slave
camp. Now, what do you say?"

Leonard thought for a moment, while the dying man watched his face
anxiously.

"It is a heavy responsibility," he said, "and the circumstances make
it an awkward one. But I accept it. I will take care of her as though
she were my wife, or--my daughter."

"Thank you for that," answered Rodd. "I believe you, and as to the
relationship, you will settle that for yourselves. And now good-bye. I
like you. I wish that we had known one another before I got into
trouble at home, became a Zambesi trader, and--a drunkard."

Leonard took the hand which Mr. Rodd lifted with a visible effort, and
when he released it, it fell heavily, like the hand of a dead man.
Then, as he turned to go, he glanced at Juanna's face, but could make
nothing of it, for it was as the face of a sphinx.

There the girl sat, her back resting against the wall, her dying
father's head pillowed upon her knee, motionless as if carved in
stone. She was staring straight before her with eyes wide open and
curved lips set apart, as though she were about to speak and suddenly
had been stricken to silence. So still was she that Leonard could
scarcely note any movement of her breast. Even her eyelids had ceased
to quiver, and the very pallor of her face seemed fixed like that of a
waxen image. He wondered what she was thinking of; but even had she
been willing to bare her thoughts to him, it is doubtful whether she
could have made them intelligible. Her mind was confused, but two
things struggled one against the other within it, the sense of loss
and the sense of shame.

The father whom, notwithstanding his faults, she loved dearly, who
indeed had been her companion, her teacher, her playmate and her
friend, the dearest she had known, lay dying before her eyes, and with
his last breath he consigned her to the care of the man whom she
loved, and from whom, as she believed, she was for ever separated.
Would there, then, be no end to the obligations under which she
laboured at the hands of this stranger, who had suddenly taken
possession of her life? And what fate was on her that she should thus
be forced into false positions, whence there was no escape?

Did she wish to escape even? Juanna knew not; but as she sat there
with a sphinx-like face, trouble and doubt, and many another fear and
feeling, took so firm a hold of her that at length her mind,
bewildered with its own tumult, lost its grip of present realities,
and sought refuge in dreams which he could not disentangle. No wonder,
then, that Leonard failed to guess her thoughts, as she watched him go
from the death-bed.

Mr. Rodd died peacefully that evening, and on the following afternoon
they buried him, Francisco performing the service. Three more days
passed before Leonard had any conversation with Juanna, who moved
about the place, pale, self-contained, and silent. Nor would he have
spoken to her then had she not taken the initiative.

"Mr. Outram," she said, "when do you propose to start upon this
journey?"

"Really, I do not know. I am not sure that I shall start at all. It
depends upon you. You see I am responsible for you now, and I can
scarcely reconcile it with my conscience to take on you such a wild-
goose chase."

"Please do not talk like that," she answered. "If it will simplify
matters I may as well tell you at once that I have made up my mind to
go."

"You cannot unless I go too," he answered smiling.

"You are wrong there," Juanna replied defiantly. "I can, and what is
more, I will, and Soa shall guide me. It is you who cannot go without
me--that is, if Soa tells the truth.

"For good or evil we are yoked together in this matter, Mr. Outram, so
it is useless for us to try to pull different ways. Before he died, my
dear father told you his views plainly, and even if there were no
other considerations involved, such as that of the agreement--for,
whatever you may think to the contrary, woman have some sense of
honour, Mr. Outram--I would not disregard his wishes. Besides, what
else are we to do? We are both adventurers now, and both penniless, or
pretty nearly so. Perhaps if we succeed in finding this treasure, and
it is sufficiently large, you will be generous and give me a share of
it, say five per cent., on which to support my declining years," and
she turned and left him.

"Beginning to show temper again," said Leonard to himself. "I will ask
Francisco what he thinks of it."

Of late, things had gone a little better between Leonard and the
priest. Not that the former had as yet any complete confidence in the
latter. Still, he understood now that Francisco was a man of honest
mind and gentle instincts, and naturally in this dilemma he turned to
seek for counsel to his only white companion. Francisco listened to
the story quietly; indeed, for the most part it was already known to
him.

"Well," he said, when Leonard had finished, "I suppose that you must
go. The Senora Juanna is not a young lady to change her mind when once
she has made it up, and if you were to refuse to start, mark my words,
she would make the expedition by herself, or try to do so. As to this
story of treasure, and the possibility of winning it, I can only say
that it seems strange enough to be true, and that the undertaking is
so impracticable that it will probably be successfully accomplished."

"Hum!" said Leonard, "sounds a little paradoxical, but after that
slave camp business, like you I am inclined to believe in paradoxes.
And now, Father, what do you propose to do?"

"I? to accompany you, of course, if you will allow me. I am a priest
and will play the part of chaperon, if I can do nothing else," he
added with a smile.

Leonard whistled and asked, "Why on earth do you mix yourself up in
such a doubtful business? You have all your life before you; you are
able, and may make a career for yourself in religion; there is nothing
for you to gain by this journey; on the contrary, it may bring you
death--or," he added with meaning, "sorrow which cannot be forgotten."

"My life and death are in the hand of God," the priest answered
humbly. "He appointed the beginning and He will appoint the end. As
for that sorrow which cannot be forgotten, what if it is already with
me?" And he touched his breast and looked up.

The eyes of the two men met, and they understood each other.

"Why don't you go away and try to forget her?" said Leonard.

The speech was blunt, but Francisco did not resent it.

"I do not go," he answered, "because it would be useless. So far as I
am concerned the mischief is done; for her there is none to fear.
While I stay it is possible that I may be able to do her some service,
feeble as I am. I have sinned a great sin, but she does not know, and
will never know it while I live, for you are a man of honour and will
tell her nothing, and she has no eyes to see. What am I to her? I am a
priest--no man. I am like a woman friend, and as such she is fond of
me. No, I have sinned against Heaven, against myself, and her, and
you. Alas! who could help it? She was like an angel in that Inferno,
so kind, so sweet, so lovely, and the heart is evil."

"Why do you say that you sinned against me, Francisco? As to the rules
of your Church, I have my own opinion of them. Still, there they are,
and perhaps they prick your conscience. But what harm have you done to
me?"

"I told you," he answered, "on the second night after the slave camp
was burnt, that I believed you to be man and wife. I believe it yet,
and have I not sinned doubly therefore in worshipping a woman who is
wedded? Still, I pray that as you are one before Heaven and the
Church, so you may become one in heart and deed. And when this is so,
as I think that it will be, cherish her, Outram, for there is no such
woman in the world, and for you she will turn the earth to heaven."

"She might turn it to the other place; such things have happened,"
said Leonard moodily. Then he stretched out his arm and grasped the
priest's delicate hand. "You are a true gentleman," he added, "and I
am a fool. I saw something of all this and I suspected you. As for the
marriage, there is none, and the lady cares nothing for me; if
anything, she dislikes me, and I do not wonder at it: most women would
under the circumstances. But whatever befalls, I honour you and always
shall honour you. I must go this journey, it is laid on me that I
should, and she insists upon going also, more from perversity than for
any other reason, I fancy. So you are coming too: well, we will do our
best to protect her, both of us, and the future must look to itself."

"Thank you for your words," Francisco answered gently, and turned
away, understanding that Leonard thought himself his companion in
misfortune.

When the Father had gone, Leonard stood for a while musing upon the
curiously tangled web in which he found himself involved. Here he was,
committed to a strange and desperate enterprise. Nor was this all, for
about him were other complications, totally different from those which
might be expected in connection with such a mediaeval adventure,
complications which, though they are frequent enough in the civilised
life of men, were scarcely to be looked for in the wilds of Africa,
and amidst savages. Among his companions were his ward, who chanced
also to be the lady whom he loved and desired to make his wife, but
who, as he thought, cared nothing for him; and a priest who was
enamoured platonically of the same lady, and yet wished, with rare
self-sacrifice, to bring about her union with another man. Here were
materials enough for a romance, leaving the journey and the fabled
treasure out of it; only then the scene should be laid elsewhere.

Leonard laughed aloud as he thought of these things; it was so curious
that all this should be heaped upon him at once, so inartistic and yet
so like life, in which the great events are frequently crowded
together without sense of distance or proportion.

But even as he laughed, he remembered that this was no joking matter
for anybody concerned, unless it were Juanna. Alas! already she was
more to him than any treasure, and, as he thought, less attainable.
Well, there it was, he accepted it as it stood. She had entered into
his life, whether for good or for evil remained to be seen. He had no
desire to repeat the experiment of his youth--to wear out his heart
and exhaust himself in efforts to attain happiness, which might after
all turn to wormwood on his lips. This time things should take their
chance. The business of life remained to him, and he would follow it,
for that is the mission of man. Its happiness must look to itself, for
that is the gift of Heaven, after which it is useless to seek and to
strive.

Meantime he could find time to pity Francisco, the priest with so
noble a heart.



                            CHAPTER XVIII

                         SOA SHOWS HER TEETH

Three months had passed since that day, when Juanna declared her
unalterable determination to accompany Leonard upon his search for the
treasures of the People of the Mist.

It was evening, and a party of travellers were encamped on the side of
a river that ran through a great and desolate plain. They were a small
party, three white people, namely, Leonard, Francisco, and Juanna,
fifteen of the Settlement men under the leadership of Peter--that same
headman who had been rescued from the slave camp--the dwarf, Otter,
and Juanna's old nurse, Soa.

For twelve weeks they had travelled almost without intermission with
Soa for their guide, steering continually northward and westward.
First they followed the course of the river in canoes for ten days or
more; then, leaving the main stream, they paddled for three weeks up
that of a tributary called Mavuae, which ran for many miles along the
foot of a great range of mountains named Mang-anja. Here they made but
slow progress because of the frequent rapids, which necessitated the
porterage of the canoes over broken ground, and for considerable
distances. At length they came to a rapid which was so long and so
continuous that regretfully enough they were obliged to abandon the
canoes altogether and proceed on foot.

The dangers of their water journey had been many, but they were
nothing compared with those that now environed them, and in addition
to bodily perils, they must face the daily and terrible fatigue of
long marches through an unknown country, cumbered as they were with
arms and other absolutely necessary baggage. The country through which
they were now passing was named Marengi, a land uninhabited by man,
the home of herds of countless game.

On they went northward and upward through a measureless waste; plain
succeeded plain in endless monotony, distance gave place to distance,
and ever there were more beyond.

Gradually the climate grew colder: they were traversing a portion of
the unexplored plateau that separates southern from central Africa.
Its loneliness was awful, and the bearers began to murmur, saying that
they had reached the end of the world, and were walking over its edge.
Indeed they had only two comforts in this part of their undertaking;
the land lay so high that none of them were stricken by fever, and
they could not well miss the road, which, if Soa was to be believed,
ran along the banks of the river that had its source in the
territories of the People of the Mist.

The adventures that befell them were endless, but it is not proposed
to describe them in detail. Once they starved for three days, being
unable to find game. On another occasion they fell in with a tribe of
bushmen who harassed them with poisoned arrows, killing two of their
best men, and were only prevented from annihilating them through the
terror inspired by their firearms, which they took for magical
instruments.

Escaping from the bushmen, they entered a forest country which teemed
with antelope and also with lions, that night by night they must keep
at bay as best they could. Then came several days' march through a
plain strewn with sharp stones which lamed most of the party; and
after this eighty or a hundred miles of dreary rolling veldt, clothed
with rank grass just now brown with the winter frosts, that caught
their feet at every step.

Now at length they halted on the boundary of the land of the People of
the Mist. There before them, not more than a mile away, towered a huge
cliff or wall of rock, stretching across the plain like a giant step,
far as the eye could reach, and varying from seven hundred to a
thousand feet in height. Down the surface of this cliff the river
flowed in a series of beautiful cascades.

Before they had finished their evening meal of buck's flesh the moon
was up, and by its light the three white people stared hopelessly at
this frowning natural fortification, wondering if they could climb it,
and wondering also what terrors awaited them upon its further side.
They were silent that night, for a great weariness had overcome them,
and if the truth must be known, all three of them regretted that they
had ever undertaken this mad adventure.

Leonard glanced to the right, where, some fifty paces away, the
Settlement men were crouched round the fire. They also were silent,
and it was easy to see that the heart was out of them.

"Won't somebody say something?" said Juanna at last with a rather
pathetic attempt at playfulness. How could she be cheerful, poor girl,
when her feet were sore and her head was aching, and she wished that
she were dead, almost?

"Yes," answered Leonard, "I will say that I admire your pluck. I
should not have thought it possible for any young lady to have gone
through the last two months, and 'come out smiling' at the end of
them."

"Oh, I am quite happy. Don't trouble about me," she said, laughing as
merrily as though there were no such things as sore feet and headaches
in the world.

"Are you?" said Leonard, "then I envy you, that is all. Here comes old
Soa, and Otter after her. I wonder what is the matter now. Something
disagreeable, I suppose."

Soa arrived and squatted down in front of them, her tall spare form
and somewhat sullen face looking more formidable than usual in the
moonlight. Otter was beside her, and though he stood and she sat,
their heads were almost on a level.

"What is it, Soa?" said Leonard carelessly.

"Deliverer," she answered, for all the natives knew him now by this
name, "some months ago, when you were digging for gold yonder, in the
Place of Graves, I made a bargain with you, and we set the bargain
down on paper. In that paper I promised that if you rescued my
mistress I would lead you to the land were precious stones were to be
won, and I gave you one of those stones in earnest. You saved my
mistress, Mavoom her father died, and the time came when I must fulfil
my promise. For my own part I would not have fulfilled it, for I only
made it that promise hoping to deceive you. But my mistress yonder
refused to listen to me.

"'No,' she said, 'that which you have sworn on my behalf and your own
must be carried out. If you will not carry it out, go away, Soa, for I
have done with you.'

"Then, Deliverer, rather than part with her whom I loved, and whom I
had nursed from a babe, I yielded. And now you stand upon the borders
of the country of my people. Say, are you minded to cross them,
Deliverer?"

"What else did I come for, Soa?" he asked.

"Nay, I know not. You came out of the folly of your heart, to satisfy
the desire of your heart. Listen, that tale I told you is true, and
yet I did not tell you all the truth. Beyond that cliff live a people
of great stature, and very fierce; a people whose custom it is to
offer up strangers to their gods. Enter there, and they will kill you
thus."

"What do you mean, woman?" asked Leonard.

"I mean that if you hold your life dear, or her life," and she pointed
to Juanna, "you will turn with the first light and go back whence you
came. It is true that the stones are there, but death shall be the
reward of him who strives to steal them."

"I must say this is cheerful," replied Leonard. "What did you mean,
then, by all that story you told me about a plan that you had to win
the treasures of this people? Are you a liar, Soa?"

"I have said that all I told you was true," she answered sullenly.

"Very well, then, I have come a good many hundred miles to put it to
the proof, nor am I going to turn back now. You can leave me one and
all if you like, but I shall go on. I will not be made a fool of in
this way."

"None of us have any wish to be made fools of, Mr. Outram," said
Juanna gently; "and, speaking for myself, I would far rather die at
once than attempt a return journey just at present. So now, Soa,
perhaps you will stop croaking and tell us definitely what we must do
to conciliate these charming countrymen of yours, whom we have come so
far to spoil. Remember," she added with a flash of her grey eyes, "I
am not to be played with by you, Soa. In this matter the Deliverer's
interests are my interests, and his ends my ends. Together we stand or
fall, together we live or die, and that shall be an unhappy hour for
you, Soa, when you attempt to desert or betray us."

"It is well, Shepherdess," she answered, "your will is my will, for I
love you alone in the world, and all the rest I hate," and she glared
at Leonard and Otter. "You are my father, and my mother, and my child,
and where you are, in death or in life, there is my home. Let us go
then among this people of mine, there to perish miserably, so that the
Deliverer may seek to glut himself with wealth.

"Listen; this is the law of my people, or this was their law when I
left them forty years ago: That every stranger who passes through
their gates should be offered as a sacrifice to Aca the mother if the
time of his coming should be in summer, and to Jal the son if the time
of his coming be in winter, for the Mist-dwellers do not love
strangers. But there is a prophecy among my people which tells, when
many generations have gone by, that Aca the mother, and Jal the son,
shall return to the land which once they ruled, clothed in the flesh
of men. And the shape of Aca shall be such a shape as yours,
Shepherdess, and the shape of Jal shall be as is the shape of this
black dog of a dwarf, whom when first I saw him in my folly I deemed
immortal and divine. Then the mother and the son shall rule in the
land, and its kings shall cease from kingship, and the priests of the
Snake shall be their servants, and with them shall come peace and
prosperity that do not pass away.

"Shepherdess, you know the tongue of the People of the Mist, for when
you were little I taught it to you, because to me it is the most
beautiful of tongues. You know the song also, the holy Song of
Re-arising, that shall be on the lips of Aca when she comes again, and
which I, being the daughter of the high-priest, learned, with many
another secret, before I was doomed to be a bride to the Snake and
fled, fearing my doom. Now come apart with me, Shepherdess, and you,
Black One, come also, that I may teach you your lesson of what you
shall do when we meet the squadrons of the People of the Mist."

Juanna rose to obey her, followed by Otter, grumbling, for he hated
the old woman as much as she hated him, and, moreover, he did not take
kindly to this notion of masquerading as a god, or, indeed, to the
prospect of a lengthened sojourn amongst his adoring, but from all
accounts somewhat truculent, worshippers. Before they went, however,
Leonard spoke.

"I have heard you, Soa," he said, "and I do not like your words, for
they show me that your heart is fierce and evil. Yes, though you love
the Shepherdess, your heart is evil. Now hear me. Should you dare to
play us false, whatever may befall us, be sure of this, that moment
you die. Go!"

"Spare your threats, Deliverer," answered Soa haughtily. "I shall not
betray you, because to do so would be to betray the Shepherdess. But
are you then a fool that you think I should fear death at your hands,
who to-morrow with a word could give you all to torment? Pray,
Deliverer, that the hour may not be near when you shall rejoice to die
by the bullet with which you threaten me, so that you may escape worse
things." And she turned and went.

"I am not nervous," said Leonard to Francisco, "but that she-devil
frightens me. If it were not for Juanna, she would cause us to be
murdered on the first possible opportunity, and if only she can secure
her safety, I believe that she will do it yet."

"And I believe that she is a witch, Outram," answered the priest with
fervour, "a servant of the Evil One, such as are written of in the
Scriptures. Last night I saw her praying to her gods; she did not know
that I was near, for the place was lonely, but I saw her and I never
wish to see anything so horrible again. I will tell you why she hates
us all so much, Outram. She is jealous, because the senora--does not
hate us. That woman's heart is wicked, wickedness was born in her,
yet, as none are altogether evil, she has one virtue, her love of the
senora. She is husbandless and childless, for even among the black
people, as I have learnt from the Settlement men, all have feared her
and shrunk from her notwithstanding her good looks. Therefore,
everything that is best in her has gone to nourish this love for the
woman whom she nursed from a babe. It was because of her fierceness
that the Senor Rodd, who is dead, chose her for his daughter's nurse,
when he found that her heart was hungry with love for the child, for
he knew that she would die before she suffered harm to come to her."

"He showed good judgment there," said Leonard. "Had it not been for
Soa, Juanna would have been a slave-girl now, or dead."

"That is so, Outram, but whether we showed good judgment in trusting
our lives to her tender mercies is quite another matter. Say, friend,
do you think it well to go on with this business?"

"Oh, confound it all!" said Leonard with irritation, "how can we turn
back now? Just think of the journey and how foolish we should look.
Besides, we have none of us got anything to live upon; it took most of
the gold that I had to bribe Peter and his men to accompany us. I dare
say that we shall all be killed, that seems very probable, but for my
part I really shan't be sorry. I am tired of life, Francisco; it is
nothing but a struggle and a wretchedness, and I begin to feel that
peace is all I can hope to win. I have done my best here according to
my lights, so I don't know why I should be afraid of the future,
especially as it has been taken out of me pretty well in the present,
though of course I /am/ afraid for all that, every man is. The only
thing that troubles me is a doubt whether we ought to take Juanna into
such a place. But really I do not know but what it would be as
dangerous to go back as to proceed: those gentlemen with the poisoned
arrows may have recovered from their fear of firearms by now."

"I wish we had nothing worse than the Hereafter to fear," said
Francisco with a sigh. "It is the journey thither that is so terrible.
As for our expedition, having undertaken it, I think on the whole that
we had better persevere, especially as the senora wishes it, and she
is very hard to turn. After all our lives are in the hands of the
Almighty, and therefore we shall be just as safe, or unsafe, among the
People of the Mist as in a European city. Those of us who are destined
to live will live, and those whose hour is at hand must die. And now
good night, for I am going to sleep."

Next morning, shortly before dawn, Leonard was awakened by a hubbub
among the natives, and creeping out of his blankets, he found that
some of them, who had been to the river to draw water, had captured
two bushmen belonging to a nomadic tribe that lived by spearing fish.
These wretched creatures, who notwithstanding the cold only wore a
piece of bark tied round their shoulders, were screaming with fright,
and it was not until they had been pacified by gifts of beads and
empty brass cartridges that anything could be got out of them.

When confidence had at length been restored, Otter questioned them
closely as to the country that lay beyond the wall of rock and the
people who dwelt in it, through one of the Settlement men, who spoke a
language sufficiently like their own to make himself understood. They
replied that they had never been in that country themselves, because
they dared not go there, but they had heard of it from others.

The land was very cold and foggy, they said, so foggy that sometimes
people could not see each other for whole days, and in it dwelt a race
of great men covered with hair, who sacrificed strangers to a snake
which they worshipped, and married all their fairest maidens to a god.
That was all they knew of the country and of the great men, for few
who visited there ever returned to tell tidings. It was certainly a
haunted land.

Finding that there was no more to be learnt from the bushmen, Leonard
suffered them to depart, which they did at considerable speed, and
ordered the Settlement men to make ready to march. But now a fresh
difficulty arose. The interpreter had repeated all the bushmen's story
to his companions, among whom, it is needless to say, it produced no
small effect. Therefore when the bearers received their orders,
instead of striking the little tent in which Juanna slept, and
preparing their loads as usual, after a brief consultation they
advanced upon Leonard in a body.

"What is it, Peter?" he asked of the headman.

"This, Deliverer: we have travelled with you and the Shepherdess for
three full moons, enduring much hardship and passing many dangers. Now
we learn that there lies before us a land of cold and darkness,
inhabited by devils who worship a devil. Deliverer, we have been good
servants to you, and we are not cowards, as you know, but it is true
that we fear to enter this land."

"What do you wish to do then, Peter?" asked Leonard.

"We wish to return whence we came, Deliverer. Already we have nearly
earned the money that you gave to us before we started, and we will
take no more pay if we must win it by crossing yonder wall."

"The way back is far, Peter," answered Leonard, "and you know its
perils. How many, think you, will reach their homes alive if I am not
there to guide them? For know, Peter, I will not turn back now. Desert
me, if you wish, all of you, and still I will enter this country
alone, or with Otter only. Alone we took the slave camp and alone we
will visit the People of the Mist."

"Your words are true, Deliverer," said Peter, "the homeward way is far
and its perils are many; mayhap but very few of us will live to see
their huts again, for this is an ill-fated journey. But if we pass
yonder," and he pointed to the wall of rock, "then we shall all of us
certainly die, and be offered to a devil by devils."

Leonard pulled his beard thoughtfully and said: "It seems there is
nothing else to say, Peter, except good-bye."

The headman saluted and was turning away with an abashed countenance
when Juanna stopped him. Together with Otter and the others she had
been listening to the colloquy in silence, and now spoke for the first
time.

"Peter," she said gently, "when you and your companions were in the
hands of the Yellow Devil and about to be sold as slaves, who was it
that rescued you?"

"The Deliverer, Shepherdess."

"Yes. And now do my ears betray me, or do I hear you say that you and
your brethren, who with many another were saved from shame and toil by
the Deliverer, are about to leave him in his hour of danger?"

"You have heard aright, Shepherdess," the man answered sadly.

"It is well, Peter. Go, children of Mavoom, my father, who can desert
me in my need. For learn, Peter, that where you fear to tread, there
I, a white woman, will pass alone with the Deliverer. Go, children of
my father, and may peace go with you. Yet, as you know, I, who
foretold the doom of the Yellow Devil, am a true prophetess, and I
tell you this, that but a very few of you shall live to see your kraal
again, and /you/ will not be of their number, Peter. As for those who
come home safely, their names shall be a mockery, the little children
shall call them coward, and traitor and jackal, and one by one they
shall eat out their hearts and die, because they deserted him who
saved them from the slave-ship and the scourge. Farewell, children of
my father: may peace go with you, and may his ghost not come to haunt
you on your path," and with one indignant glance she turned scornfully
away.

"Brethren," said Peter after a moment's pause, "is it to be borne that
the Shepherdess should mock us thus and tie such ropes of shame about
our necks?"

"No," they answered, "we cannot bear it."

Then for a while they consulted together again, and presently Peter
stood forward and said: "Deliverer, we will accompany you and the
Shepherdess into the country of devils, nor need you fear that we
shall desert or betray you. We know well that we go to our death,
every one of us; still it is better to die than to live bearing the
burden of such bitter words as hide within the Shepherdess's lips."

"Very well," answered Leonard. "Get your loads and let us start."

"Ay! It is well indeed," put in Otter with a snort of indignation. "I
tell you this, Peter, that before you left this place the words of the
Shepherdess had come true for you and one or two others, for I should
have fought you till I was killed, and though I have little wisdom yet
I know how to fight."

Leonard smiled at the dwarf's rage, but his heart was heavy within
him. He knew that these men had reason on their side, and he feared
greatly lest their evil forebodings should come true and the lives of
all of them pay forfeit for his rashness.

But it was too late to turn back now: things must befall as they were
fated.



                             CHAPTER XIX

                        THE END OF THE JOURNEY

An hour later the party began the ascent of the wall of rock, which
proved to be an even more difficult business than they had
anticipated. There was no path, for those who lived beyond this
natural barrier never came down it, and few of the dwellers in the
plains had ever ventured to go up. It was possible, for Soa herself
had descended here in bygone years, and this was all that could be
said for it.

In default of a better road they followed the course of the river,
which thundered down the face of the precipice in four great
waterfalls, connected by as many sullen pools, whose cavities had been
hollowed out in the course of centuries from the rock. The second of
these ledges proved so insurmountable that at one time Leonard thought
that they would be obliged to abandon their attempt, and follow the
foot of the cliff till they found some easier route. But at last
Otter, who could climb like a cat, succeeded in passing the most
dangerous part at the risk of his life, bearing a rope with him by
means of which the rest of the party and the loads of goods were
hauled up one by one. It was evening before the height was scaled, and
they proceeded to encamp upon its summit, making a scanty meal of some
meat which they had brought with them.

That night they passed in great discomfort, for it was mid-winter and
here the climate proved to be very cold. Bitter winds swept across the
vast plain before them and searched them through, all the clothing and
blankets they had scarcely sufficing to keep them warm; indeed, the
Settlement men and Francisco, who had been bred in a southern clime,
suffered severely. Nor were matters improved when, on the breaking of
the light, they woke from a troubled sleep to find the plain hidden in
a dense mist. However, they rose, made a fire with reeds and dead wood
which they gathered on the banks of the river, and ate, waiting for
the fog to vanish.

But it did not vanish, so about nine o'clock they continued their
journey under Soa's guidance, following the east bank of the river
northwards. The ground proved easy to travel over, for, with the
exception of isolated water-worn boulders of granite, the plain was
perfectly smooth and covered with turf as fine as any that grows in
northern lands.

All that day they marched on, wandering like ghosts through the mist,
and guided in their path by the murmuring sound of the river. They met
no man, but once or twice great herds of hairy creatures thundered
past them. Leonard fired into one of these herds with an express
rifle, for they wanted meat, and a prodigious snorting and bellowing
told him that his shot had taken effect. Running to the spot whence
the sounds came, he found a huge white bull kicking in its death
struggle. The animal was covered with long white hair like that of the
British breed of wild cattle, and measured at least seventeen hands in
height. Round it stood others snorting with fear and wonder, that,
when they saw Leonard, put down their heads threateningly, tearing up
the turf with their great horns. He shouted aloud and fired another
shot, whereon they turned and disappeared into the mist.

This happened towards nightfall, so they determined to camp upon the
spot; but while they were engaged in skinning the bull an incident
occurred that did not tend to raise their spirits. At sunset the sky
cleared a little--at least the sinking sun showed red through the mist
as it does in a London fog of the third density. Against this red ball
of the sun, and some dozen yards away, suddenly there appeared the
gigantic figure of a man, for, unless the fog deceived them, he must
have been between six and seven feet high and broad in proportion. Of
his face they could see nothing, but he was clad in goat-skins, and
armed with a great spear and a bow slung upon his back.

Juanna was the first to see and point him out to Leonard with a start
of fear, as he stood watching them in solemn silence. Obeying the
impulse of the moment, Leonard stepped forward towards the vision
holding his rifle ready, but before he reached the spot where it had
stood the figure vanished.

Then he walked back again to Juanna. "I think we have heard so much of
giants that we begin to believe we see them," he said laughing.

As he spoke something clove the air between them and stuck in the
earth beyond. They went to it. It was a large arrow having a barbed
point and flighted with red feathers.

"This is a very tangible fancy at any rate," Juanna answered, drawing
the shaft out of the ground. "We have had a narrow escape."

Leonard did not speak, but raising his rifle he fired it at a venture
in the direction whence the arrow had sped. Then he ran to put their
little band in a position of defence, Juanna following him. But, as it
chanced, he might have spared himself the trouble, for nothing further
happened; indeed, the net outward and visible result of this
mysterious apparition was that they spent a miserable night, waiting
in the fog and wet--for it had come on to rain, or rather drizzle--for
an enemy who, to their intense relief, never appeared.

But the inward and spiritual consequences were much greater, for now
they knew that Soa spoke truth and that the legend of the bushmen as
to "great men covered with hair" was no mere savage invention.

At length the morning came. It was damp and wretched, and they were
all half starved with cold and oppressed by fears. Indeed some of the
Settlement men were so terrified that they openly lamented having
suffered their sense of shame and loyalty to overcome their
determination to retreat. Now they could not do so, for the
malcontents among them did not dare to retrace their steps alone;
moreover, Leonard spoke plainly on the matter, telling them that he
would drive away the first man who attempted any insubordination.

Soaked through, shivering, and miserable, they pursued their march
across the unknown plain, Soa, who seemed to grow hourly grimmer now
that she was in her own country, stalking ahead of them as guide. It
was warmer walking than sitting still, and in one respect their lot
was bettered, for a little wind stirring the mist from time to time
revealed gleams of the watery sun. All that day they journeyed on,
seeing no more of the man who had shot the arrow, or his fellows, till
at length darkness drew near again.

Then they halted, and Leonard and Otter walked to and fro searching
for a suitable place to make the camp and pitch their solitary tent.
Presently Otter shouted aloud. Leonard ran towards him, and found him
staring into the mist at something that loomed largely about a hundred
yards away.

"Look, Baas," he said, "there is a house, a house of stone with grass
growing on the roof."

"Nonsense," said Leonard, "it must be some more boulders. However, we
can soon find out."

They crept cautiously towards the object, that, as soon became
evident, was a house or a very good apology for one, built of huge
undressed boulders, bedded in turf by way of mortar, and roofed with
the trunks of small trees and a thick thatch of sods whereon the grass
grew green. This building may have measured forty feet in length by
twenty in depth, and seventeen from the ground-line to the wall-plate.
Also it had a doorway of remarkable height and two window-places, but
all these openings were unclosed, except by curtains of hide which
hung before them. Leonard called Soa and asked her what the place was.

"Doubtless the house of a herdsman," she answered, "who is set here to
watch the cattle of the king, or of the priests. It may chance that
this is the dwelling of that man who shot the arrow yesterday."

Having assured themselves that here was a human habitation, it
remained to be ascertained whether it was tenanted. After waiting
awhile to see if anyone passed in or out, Otter undertook this task.
Going down on his hands and knees he crept up to the wall, then along
it to the doorway, and after listening there awhile he lifted a corner
of the hide curtain and peeped into the interior. Presently he rose,
saying:

"All right, Baas, the place is empty."

Then they both entered and examined the dwelling with curiosity. It
was rude enough. The walls were unplastered, and the damp streamed
down them; the floor was of trodden mud, and a hole in the roof served
as a chimney; but, by way of compensation, the internal space was
divided into two apartments, one of them a living room, and the other
a sleeping chamber. It was evident that the place had not been long
deserted, for fire still smouldered on the hearth, round which stood
various earthen cooking dishes, and in the sleeping-room was a rough
bedstead of wood whereon lay wrappings made from the hides of cattle
and goats. When they had seen everything there was to be seen, they
hurried back to the others to report their discovery, and just then
the rain set in more heavily than before.

"A house!" said Juanna; "then for goodness' sake let us get into it.
We are all half dead with the cold and wet."

"Yes," answered Leonard, "I think we had better take possession,
though it may be a little awkward if the rightful owners come back."

The best that can be said for the night which they spent in this stone
shanty, undisturbed by any visit from its lawful tenant, is that it
passed a shade more comfortably than it would have done outside. They
were dry, though the place was damp, and they had a fire. Still, until
you are used to it, it is trying to sit in the company of a score of
black people and of many thousand fleas, enveloped with a cloud of
pungent smoke, according to the custom of our Norse ancestors.

Soon Juanna gave up the attempt and retired to the great bed in the
inner chamber, wondering much who had occupied it last. A herdsman,
she judged, as Soa had suggested, for in a corner of the room stood an
ox-goad hugely fashioned. But it was a bed, and she slept as soundly
in it as its numerous insect occupants would allow. The others were
not so fortunate: they had the insects indeed, but no bed.

Again the morning came, wet, miserable, and misty, and through the
mist and rain they pursued their course, whither they knew not. All
day they wandered on by the banks of the river till night fell and
they camped, this time without shelter. Now they had reached the
extreme of wretchedness, for they had little or no food left, and
could not find fuel to make a fire. Leonard took Soa aside and
questioned her, for he saw clearly that a couple more days of this
suffering would put an end to all of them.

"You say these people of yours have a city, Soa?"

"They have a city, Deliverer," she answered, "but whether they will
allow you to enter it, except as a victim for sacrifice, is another
matter."

"None of us will enter it unless we find shelter soon," he answered.
"How far is the place away?"

"It should be a day's journey, Deliverer. Were the mist gone you could
see it now. The city is built at the foot of great mountains, there
are none higher, but the fog hides everything. To-morrow, if it lifts,
you will see that I speak truth."

"Are there any houses near where we can shelter?" he asked again.

"How can I tell?" she answered. "It is forty years since I passed this
road, and here, where the land is barren, none dwell except the
herdsmen. Perhaps there is a house at hand, or perhaps there is none
for many miles. Who can say?"

Finding that Soa could give no further information, Leonard returned
to the others, and they huddled themselves together for warmth on the
wet ground as best they might, and sat out the hours in silence, not
attempting to sleep. The Settlement men were numb with cold, and
Juanna also was overcome for the first time, though she tried hard to
be cheerful. Francisco and Leonard heaped their own blankets on her,
pretending that they had found spare ones, but the wraps were wringing
wet, and gave her little comfort. Soa alone did not appear to suffer,
perhaps because it was her native climate, and Otter kept his spirits,
which neither heat, nor cold, nor hunger seemed to affect.

"While my heart is warm I am warm," he said cheerfully, when Leonard
asked him how he fared. As for Leonard himself, he sat silent
listening to the moans of the Settlement men, and reflecting that
twenty-four hours more of this misery would bring the troubles of most
of them to an end. Without food or shelter it was very certain that
few of those alive to-night would live to see a second dawn.

At last the light came and to their wonder and exceeding joy they
found that the rain had ceased and the mist was melting.

Once more they beheld the face of the sun, and rejoiced in its warmth
as only those can rejoice who for days and nights have lived in semi-
darkness, wet to the skin and frozen to the marrow.

The worst of the mist was gone indeed, but it was not until they had
breakfasted off a buck which Otter shot in the reeds by the river,
that the lingering veils of vapour withdrew themselves from the more
distant landscape. At last they had vanished, and for the first time
the wanderers saw the land through which they were travelling. They
stood upon a vast plain that sloped upwards gradually till it ended at
the foot of a mighty range of snow-capped mountains named, as they
learned in after-days, the Bina Mountains.

This range was shaped like a half-moon, or a bent bow, and the nearest
point of the curve, formed by a soaring snowy peak, was exactly
opposite to them, and to all appearance not more than five-and-twenty
miles away. On either side of this peak the unbroken line of mountains
receded with a vast and majestic sweep till the eye could follow them
no more. The plain about them was barren and everywhere strewn with
granite boulders, between which wandered herds of wild cattle, mixed
with groups of antelopes; but the lower slopes of the mountains were
clothed with dense juniper forests, and among them were clearings,
presumably of cultivated land. Otter searched the scene with his eyes,
that were as those of a hawk; then said quietly:

"Look yonder, Baas; the old hag has not lied to us. There is the city
of the People of the Mist."

Following the line of the dwarf's outstretched hand, Leonard saw what
had at first escaped him, that standing back in a wide bend at the
foot of the great mountain in front of them were a multitude of
houses, built of grey stone and roofed with green turf. Indeed, had
not his attention been called to it, the town might well have missed
observation until he was quite close to its walls, for the materials
of which it was constructed resembled those of the boulders that lay
about them in thousands, and the vivid green of its roofs gave it the
appearance of a distant space of grassy land.

"Yes, there is the kraal of the Great People," said Otter again, "and
it is a strong kraal. See, Baas, they know how to defend themselves.
The mountain is behind them that none can climb, and all around their
walls the river runs, joining itself together again on the plain
beyond. It would go ill with the 'impi' which tried to take that
kraal."

For a while they all stood still and stared amazed. It seemed strange
that they should have reached this fabled city; and now that they were
there, how would they be received within its walls? This was the
question which each one of them was asking of himself. There was but
one way to find out--they must go and see; no retreat was now
possible. Even the Settlement people felt this. "Better to die at the
hands of the Great Men," said one of them aloud, "than to perish
miserably in the mist and cold."

"Be of good cheer," Leonard answered; "you are not yet dead. The sun
shines once more. It is a happy omen."

When they had rested and dried their clothes they marched on with a
certain sense of relief. There before them was the goal they had
travelled so far to win; soon they would know the worst that could
befall, and anything was better than this long suspense.

By midday they had covered about fifteen miles of ground, and could
now see the city clearly. It was a great town, surrounded by a
Cyclopean wall of boulders, about which the river ran on every side,
forming a natural moat. The buildings within the wall seemed to be
arranged in streets, and to be build on a plan similar to that of the
house in which they had slept two nights before, the vast
conglomeration of grass-covered roofs giving the city the appearance
of a broken field of turf hillocks supported upon walls of stone.

For the rest the place was laid out upon a slope, and at its head,
immediately beneath the sheer steps of the mountain side stood two
edifices very much larger in size than any of those below. One of
these resembled the other houses in construction, and was surrounded
by a separate enclosure; but the second, which was placed on higher
ground, so far as they could judge at that distance, was roofless, and
had all the characteristics of a Roman amphitheatre. At the far end of
this amphitheatre stood a huge mass of polished rock, bearing a
grotesque resemblance to the figure of a man.

"What are those buildings, Soa?" asked Leonard.

"The lower one is the house of the king, White Man, and that above is
the Temple of Deep Waters, where the river rises from the bowels of
the mountain."

"And what is the black stone beyond the temple?"

"That, White Man, is the statue of the god who sits there for ever,
watching over the city of his people."

"He must be a great god," said Leonard, alluding to the size of the
statue.

"He /is/ great," she answered, "and my heart is afraid at the sight of
him."

After resting for two hours they marched on again, and soon it became
apparent that their movements were watched. The roadway which they
were following--if a track beaten flat by the feet of men and cattle
could be called a road--wound to and fro between boulders of rock, and
here and there standing upon the boulders were men clad in goat-skins,
each of them carrying a spear, a bow and a horn. So soon as their
party came within five or six hundred yards of one of these men, he
would shoot an arrow in their direction, which, when picked up, proved
to be barbed with iron, and flighted with red feathers like the first
that they had seen. Then the sentry would blow his horn, either as a
signal or in token of defiance, bound from the rock, and vanish. This
did not look encouraging, but there was worse to come. Presently, as
they drew near to the city, they descried large bodies of armed men
crossing the river that surrounded it in boats and on rafts, and
mustering on the hither side. At length all of them were across, and
the regiment, which appeared to number more than a thousand men,
formed up in a hollow square and advanced upon them at the double.

The crisis was at hand.



                              CHAPTER XX

                          THE COMING OF ACA

Leonard turned and looked at his companions with something like dismay
written on his face.

"What is to be done now?" he said.

"We must wait for them until they come near," answered Juanna, "then
Otter and I are to meet them alone, and I will sing the song which Soa
has taught me. Do not be afraid, I have learned my lesson, and, if
things go right, they will think that we are their lost gods; or, at
least, so Soa says."

"Yes, /if/ things go right. But if they don't?"

"Then good-bye," answered Juanna, with a shrug of her shoulders. "At
any rate, I must get ready for the experiment. Come, Soa, bring the
bundle to those rocks over there--quick! Stop a minute--I forgot, Mr.
Outram, you must lend me that ruby. I have to make use of it."

Leonard handed over the ruby, reflecting that he would probably never
see it again, since it seemed almost certain that one of the Great
People would steal it. However, at the moment he was thinking of that
which was far above rubies, namely, of what chance they had of
escaping with their lives.

So soon as she had possession of the stone, Juanna ran to a little
ring of boulders that were scattered on the plain about fifty paces
from them, followed by Soa, who carried a bundle in her hand.

Ten minutes passed, and Soa appeared from behind the shelter of the
stones and beckoned to them. Advancing in obedience to her summons,
they saw a curious sight. Standing in the ring of rocks was Juanna,
but Juanna transformed. She wore a white robe cut low upon the neck
and shoulders; indeed, it was the Arab dress in which she had escaped
from the slave camp, that Soa had brought with them in preparation for
this moment of trial. Nor was this all; for Juanna had loosened her
dark hair--which was of great length and unusual beauty--so that it
hung about her almost to her knees, and upon her forehead, gleaming
like a red eye, was set the great ruby, ingeniously fastened thereto
by Soa in a band of linen pierced in its centre to the size of the
stone.

"Behold the goddess and do homage," said Juanna with mock solemnity,
although Leonard could see that she was trembling with excitement.

"I do not quite understand what you are going to do, but you look the
part well," he answered shortly. And, indeed, until that moment he had
never known how beautiful she was.

Juanna blushed a little at the evident admiration in his eyes; then,
turning to the dwarf, she said:

"Now, Otter, you must make ready too. And remember what Soa told you.
Whatever you see or hear, you are not to open your mouth. Walk side by
side with me and do as I do, that is all."

Otter grunted in assent, and proceeded to "make ready." The process
was simple, consisting only in the shedding of his coat and trousers--
an old pair of Leonard's, very much cut down--which left him naked,
except for a /moocha/ that he wore beneath them in accordance with
native custom.

"What does all this mean?" asked the headman Peter, who, like his
companions, was trembling with fear.

"It means," said Juanna, "that Otter and I are impersonating the gods
of this people, Peter. If they receive us as gods, it is well; if not,
we are doomed. Be careful, should we be so received, lest any of you
betray the trick. Be wise and silent, I say, and do what we shall tell
you from time to time, if you would live to look upon the sun."

Peter fell back astonished, while Leonard and Francisco turned their
attention to the approaching soldiers of the People of the Mist.

They advanced slowly and in silence, but their measured tread shook
the earth. At last they halted about a hundred and fifty yards away,
presenting a truly terrifying spectacle to the little band among the
rocks. So far as Leonard could see, there was not a man among them who
stood less than six feet in height, and they were broad in proportion
--hugely made. In appearance they were neither handsome nor repulsive,
but solemn-looking, large-eyed, thick-haired--between black and yellow
in hue--and wearing an expression of dreadful calm, like the calm of
an archaic statue. For the rest they seemed to be well disciplined,
each company being under the command of a captain, who, in addition to
his arms, carried a trumpet fashioned from a wild bull's horn.

The regiment stood silent, gazing at the group of strangers, or,
rather, at the boulders behind which they were concealed. In the
centre of their hollow square was a knot of men, one of them young,
and huge even in comparison with his companions. This man Leonard took
to be a chief or king. Behind were orderlies and counsellors, and
before him three aged persons of stately appearance and a cruel cast
of countenance. These men were naked to the waist and unarmed, except
for a knife or hanger fixed at the girdle. On their broad breasts,
covering more than half the skin-surface, the head of a huge snake was
tattooed in vivid blue. Evidently they were medicine-men or priests.

While the adventurers watched and wondered, the king or chief issued
an order to his attendants, who ran to the corners of the square and
called it aloud. Then he raised his great spear, and every captain
blew upon his horn, making a deafening sound.

Now the enemy stood still for a while, staring towards the stones, and
the three medicine-men drew near to the chief in the centre of the
square and talked with him, as though debating what should be done.

"This is our chance," said Juanna excitedly. "If once they attack us
it will be all over; a single volley of arrows would kill every one of
us. Come, Otter."

"No, no!" said Leonard. "I am afraid of your venturing yourself among
those savages. The danger is too great."

"Danger! Can the danger be more than it is here? In a minute we may
all be dead. Nonsense! I /will/ go! I know what to do and have made up
my mind to it. Do not fear for me. Remember that, if the worst comes
to the worst, I have the means to protect myself. You are not afraid
to come, are you, Otter?"

"No, Shepherdess," said the dwarf. "Here all roads are alike."

Leonard thought awhile. Bitterly did he reproach himself in that he
had been the cause of leading his ward into such a position. But now
there was no help for it--she must go. And after all it could make no
difference if she were killed or captured five minutes hence or half
an hour later. But Francisco, who could not take such a philosophical
view of the situation, implored her not to venture herself alone among
those horrible savages.

"Go if you like, Juanna," said Leonard, not heeding the priest's
importunities. "If anything happens I will try to avenge you before I
follow. Go, but forgive me."

"What have I to forgive?" she said, looking at him with shining eyes.
"Did you not once dare a greater danger for me?"

"Yes, go, Shepherdess," said Soa, who till now had been staring with
all her eyes at the three aged men in the centre of the square; "there
is little to fear, if this fool of a dwarf will but keep his tongue
silent. I know my people, and I tell you that if you sing that song,
and say the words which I have taught you, you and the black one here
shall be proclaimed gods of the land. But be swift, for the soldiers
are about to shoot."

As Soa spoke, Leonard saw that the conference in the square had come
to an end. The messengers were calling commands to the captains, which
the captains repeated to the soldiers, and then followed a mighty
rattling of quivers. Another instant and the light shone upon many
hundreds of arrow-heads, every one of which was pointed towards them.

Juanna saw also, and springing forward on to a rock, stood there for a
moment in the full glare of the sun. Instantly a murmur went up from
the host; a great voice called a command; the barbs of steel flickered
like innumerable stars, and sank downwards.

Now Otter, naked except for his /moocha/, sprang on to the rock by
Juanna's side, and the murmur of the soldiers of the Great People grew
into a hoarse roar of astonishment and dismay. Wonder had turned to
fear, though why this multitude of warriors should fear a lovely white
girl and a black dwarf was not apparent.

For a moment the ill-assorted pair stood together on the rock; then
Juanna leapt to the plain, Otter following her. For twenty yards or so
she walked in silence, holding the dwarf by the hand; then suddenly
she burst into singing wild and sweet. This was the refrain of the
sacred song which she sang in the ancient language of the People of
the Mist, the tongue that Soa had taught her as a child:


 "I do but sleep.
  Have ye wept for me awhile?
  Hush! I did but sleep.
  I shall awake, my people!
  I am not dead, nor can I ever die.
  See, I have but slept!
  See, I come again, made beautiful!
  Have ye not seen me in the faces of the children?
  Have ye not heard me in the voices of the children?
  Look on me now, the sleeper arisen;
  Look on me, who wandered, whose name is the Dawning!
  Why have ye mourned me, the sleeper awakened?"


Thus she sang, ever more sweetly and louder, till her voice rang
through the still air like the song of a bird in winter. Hushed were
the companies of the Great Men as she drew towards them with slow
gliding steps--hushed with fear and wonder, as though her presence
awoke a memory or fulfilled a promise.

Now she was in front of their foremost rank, and, halting there, was
silent for a moment. Then she changed her song.


 "Will ye not greet me, children of my children?
  Have ye forgotten the promise of the dead?
  Shall I return to the dream-land whence I wander?
  Will ye refuse me, the Mother of the Snake?"


The soldiers looked upon one another and murmured each to each. Now
she saw that they understood her words and were terror-stricken by
them. For another moment there was silence, then suddenly the three
priests or medicine-men, who had drawn near together, passed through
the ranks and stood before her, accompanied by the warrior-chief.

Then one of them, the most aged, a man who must have numbered ninety
years, spoke in the midst of an intense silence. To Juanna's joy, as
they had understood her, so she understood him, for his language was
the same that Soa taught her many years before, and in which, for the
sake of practice, they had always conversed together for the last two
months.

"Art thou woman, or spirit?" asked the ancient priest.

"I am both woman and spirit," she answered.

"And he with thee, he whom we know of"--went on the priest, pointing
tremblingly to Otter--"is he god or man?"

"He is both god and man," she answered.

"And those yonder; who are they?"

"They are our ministers and servants, white for the white, and black
for the black, the companions of our wanderings, men and not spirits."

The three priests consulted together, while the chief looked on
Juanna's beauty with wondering eyes. Then the oldest of them spoke
again:

"Thou tellest us in our own tongue of things that have long been
hidden, though perchance they are remembered. Either, O Beautiful,
thou hast learned these things and liest to us, and then food are ye
all for the Snake against whom thou dost blaspheme, or ye are gods
indeed, and as gods ye shall be worshipped. Tell us now thy name, and
the name of yonder dwarf, of whom we know."

"I am named the Shepherdess of Heaven among men. He is named Otter,
Dweller in the Waters, among men. Once we had other names."

"Tell us the other names, O Shepherdess."

"Once in the far past I was named Brightness, I was named Dawn, I was
named Daylight. Once in the far past he was named Silence, he was
named Terror, he was named Darkness. Yet at the beginning we had other
names. Perchance ye know them, Ministers of the Snake."

"Perchance we know them, O thou who art named Shepherdess of Heaven, O
thou who wert named Brightness, and Dawn, and Daylight; O thou who art
named Dweller in the Waters, and wert named Silence, and Terror, and
Darkness! Perchance we know them, although they be known to few, and
are never spoken, save in utter gloom and with hidden head. But do ye
know them, those names of the beginning? For if ye know them not, O
Beautiful, ye lie and ye blaspheme, and ye are food for the Snake."

"Seldom through all the years have those holy names been spoken save
in utter darkness and with covered heads," Juanna answered boldly;
"but now is the new hour, the hour of the coming, and now they shall
be called aloud in the light of day from open lips and with uplifted
eyes. Hearken, Children of the Snake, these are the names by which we
were known in the beginning: /Aca/ is my name, the Mother of the
Snake. /Jal/ is he named, who is the Snake. Say, do ye know us now?"

As these words rang on her lips a groan of terror burst from every man
who heard them. Then the aged priest cried aloud: "Down upon your
faces, ye Children of the Snake; Worship, all ye People of the Spear,
Dwellers in the Mist! Aca, the Queen immortal, has come home again:
Jal, the god, has put on the flesh of men. Olfan, lay down thy
kingship, it is his: ye priests, throw wide the temples, they are
theirs. Worship the Mother, do honour to the god!"

The multitude heard and prostrated themselves like a single man, every
one of them crying in a shout of thunder:

"Aca, the Queen of life, has come; Jal, the doom-god, has put on
flesh. Worship the Mother, do honour to the god!"

It was as though the army had suddenly been smitten with death, and of
the hundreds there, Juanna and Otter alone were left standing. There
was one exception, however, and that was Olfan, the warrior chief, who
remained upon his feet, not seeming to relish the command to abdicate
his authority thus brusquely in favour of a dwarf, were he god or man.

Otter, who was utterly bewildered, not comprehending a word of what
had been said, and being unable to fathom the meaning of these strange
antics, pointed at the chief with his spear by way of calling Juanna's
attention to the fact that he was still standing. But the great man
interpreted the action otherwise; evidently he thought that the newly
arrived god was invoking destruction on him. His pride yielded to his
superstition, and he sank to his knees also.

When the sound of the worshipping had passed away Juanna spoke again,
addressing the old priest.

"Rise, my child," she said--he might well have been her great-
grandfather--"and rise all ye, soldiers of the Spear and servants of
the Snake, and hear my words. Ye know me now, ye know me by the holy
name, ye know me by the fashion of my face, and by the red stone that
gleams upon my brow. In the beginning my blood fell yonder and was
frozen into such gems as these, which to-day ye offer yearly to him
who is my child, and slew me. Now the fate is accomplished and his
reign is finished. I come with him indeed, and he is still a god, but
he loves me as a son again, and bows the knee to me in service.

"Enough, ye know the ancient tale that is fulfilled this day. Now we
pass on towards our city, there to sojourn with you awhile and to
proclaim the law of the Ending, and we pass alone. There, in our city,
let a place be made ready for us, a place apart, but nigh to the
temple; and let food be brought to the place, that my servants may
eat. At the gates of the city also let men be waiting to bear us to
that dwelling. Let none spy upon us, lest an evil fate attend you all;
and let none be disobedient, lest we pass from you back to the land of
Death and Dreams. Perchance we shall not tarry here for long,
perchance we come to bring a blessing and to depart again. Therefore
hasten to do our bidding, and do it all. For this time farewell, my
servants."

Having spoken thus with much dignity, accompanied by Otter, whose hand
she held as before, Juanna withdrew herself, stepping backwards very
slowly towards the circle of rocks, and singing as she went.



                             CHAPTER XXI

                          THE FOLLY OF OTTER

Juanna and Otter gained the circle of rocks where the little band lay
watching and wonder-struck; that is, all except Soa, who sat apart
brooding, her arms clasped upon her breast. Things had befallen as she
expected, as they must befall indeed, provided that Juanna did not
forget her lesson or show fear, and that the dwarf did nothing
foolish. But Soa knew well enough that this was but the beginning of
the struggle, and that, though it might be comparatively easy for
Juanna and Otter to enter the city, and impose themselves upon its
superstition-haunted people as the incarnations of their fabled gods,
the maintenance of the imposture was a very different matter.
Moreover, she knew, should they be discovered, that escape would be
impossible, or at the best, that it must be most difficult. Therefore
she sat apart and brooded, for, notwithstanding their present triumph,
her heart foreboded evil.

But with the others it was different: they had heard the singing, they
had seen the regiment of great men prostrate themselves, and the sound
of worshipping had come to their ears like thunder; but of the why and
wherefore of it all they could only guess.

"What has happened?" said Leonard eagerly; "your initiation seems to
have come off well."

"Bid the men fall back and I will tell you," Juanna answered.

Leonard did so, but instead of speaking she broke into hysterical
laughter. Her nerves had been over-strained, and now they sought
relief thus.

"You must all be very respectful to Otter and myself," she said at
length, "for we really are gods--don't look shocked, Francisco, I
begin to believe in it myself. We have only just found it out, but I
assure you it is a fact; they accepted us fully, and that after not
more than five minutes' cross-examination. Listen!" And she told them
all that had passed.

While she was speaking the regiment began to move, no longer in a
square, but in a formation of companies. Company by company it rushed
past them, shaking the earth with its footsteps, and as each section
went by it tossed its spears into the air as a salute, crying: "Glory
to the Mother! glory to the Snake!" and fled on towards the city.

At length the story was done and the regiment was gone.

"Well," said Leonard, "so far so good. Juanna, you are the bravest and
cleverest girl in the whole world. Most young women would have
forgotten everything and gone into hysterics at the critical point."

"I kept them till afterwards," she answered demurely. "And as for
being brave and clever, I only repeated what Soa taught me like a
parrot; you see I knew that I should be killed if I made any mistake,
and such knowledge sharpens the memory. All I have to say is, if the
Snake they talk so much about is anything like those which are
tattooed upon the old priests' breasts, I have no wish to make a
nearer acquaintance with it. I hate snakes. There, don't say any more"
--for both Leonard and Francisco were breaking out into fresh
protestations of gratitude and admiration; "if you want to thank
anybody, thank Soa!"

"And so I do," said Leonard heartily, for his spirits had risen in a
most wonderful manner. "Soa, you have told us the truth, and you have
managed well and I thank you."

"Did you then take me for a liar?" the woman answered, fixing her
gloomy eyes upon Leonard's face. "I told you the truth, Deliverer,
when I said that my people would accept the Shepherdess and this black
dog of yours as their gods. But did I not tell you also that the death
of the rest of us lies in the matter? If not, I say so now. /You/ have
not been named a god, Deliverer, nor has yonder Bald-pate"--the
natives called Francisco thus because of his tonsure--"and your black
dog will betray you by his yapping. When you look down the jaws of the
Snake, remember then that Soa told you the truth, Deliverer. Perchance
you shall find the red stones you seek hidden in his belly, White
Man."

"Be silent," said Juanna indignantly, and Soa slunk back like a
whipped hound.

"Confound the old woman!" put in Leonard with a shiver. "She is a
black Jonah, and if I have to go inside this snake I hope that it will
be a case of ladies first, that is all."

"I am sure I don't know what has happened to Soa," said Juanna. "Her
native air has a very bad effect upon her temper."

"Well, the future must look after itself," answered Leonard, "snake or
no snake. At present we must follow our luck. Otter, listen to me. Do
you understand that you are a god, the god of this people?"

"The god, Baas? What is a god?"

"Have I not told you, thickhead? You are not a man any more, you are a
spirit. Once, so it seems, you ruled this people in the past, and now
you will rule them again. You and the Shepherdess are both gods. She
is your mother and you are her child."

"Yes, Baas, no doubt; but once I had another mother, a much uglier
one."

"Otter, cease to talk folly, else when you are no more a god I will
beat you. Now you are a god, and we are all your servants, except the
Shepherdess. When you speak to us you must speak roughly, like a great
chief to the lowest of his people, calling us dogs and slaves. If you
name me 'Baas' in public, I will beat you privately when you are no
more a god. You will do best to speak little or not at all, so that
none can take hold of your words, which are always foolish."

"If you say that I am a god, Baas, it is enough, for doubtless you
have met the gods and know their ways, though it is strange that none
have told me this before. They must be an ugly people, the gods! But
how will it be with the Settlement men when they hear that I am a
great spirit? They will say: 'Does a spirit wait upon a man and call
him chief? Does a spirit clean the guns and cook the food of a man?'
They will ask many such things, and the Great people will hear them.
And will they think then that I am a god? No, they will know me for a
liar, and will kill me and all of us."

"That is true," said Leonard. Then he summoned Peter and the
Settlement men and addressed them. He told them that the plot had
succeeded, and that Otter and the Shepherdess were accepted as the
gods of the People of the Mist. Because of this they were left alive
and held in honour, who, but for it, would now be dead, riddled
through with the arrows of the Great People. He explained to them for
the second time that it was necessary to the safety of all that this
delusion as to the divinity of Otter and the Shepherdess should be
maintained, since, if the slightest suspicion of the fraud crossed the
minds of the Great People, without doubt they would all be sacrificed
as impostors.

This was the tale that they must tell:--They should say that all of
them were hunting game in a far country with himself, Soa, and
Francisco, when one night they heard a singing, and by the light of
the moon they saw the Shepherdess and the dwarf Otter coming towards
them. Then the Shepherdess and Otter commanded them to be their
servants and travel with them to a new land, and they obeyed them,
black and white together, for they saw that they were not mortals.--
This was the tale that they must tell; moreover, they must act up to
their words if they would continue to look upon the sun.

But their first surprise was past, the Settlement men, who were quick-
witted people, entered into the spirit of the plot readily enough;
indeed, Peter caused them to repeat the story to him, so that he might
be sure that they had its details by heart.

Then they continued their march towards the city on the hill. The two
white men went first, next came Juanna and Otter followed by Soa, and
last of all walked the Settlement men. An hour's journey brought them
to the bank of the river, which, dividing above it, engirdled the
town, to reunite near the roadway that they followed. Here canoes were
ready to take them across to the island, or rather the peninsula, on
which the city was built. On the other side of the river they found
priests waiting in the great gateway with two litters that had been
prepared for Juanna and Otter respectively. This, the further bank,
was lined with some thousands of spectators, who, when the divine pair
set their feet upon its shores, prostrated themselves, men, women, and
children, and burst into a shout of welcome.

Juanna and Otter took no heed. With such dignity as they could
command, and in the dwarf's case it was not much, they entered the
litters, drew the hide curtains, and were borne forward swiftly. After
them came Leonard, Francisco, and the others, while the population
followed in silence.

Now the sun was sinking, but enough of daylight was left to show how
strange were the place and the people among which they found
themselves. The city, indeed, was rudely built of like materials and
in similar fashion to the house in the plain that has been described
already. But the streets were roughly paved; each habitation stood
apart from the other in its own garden, and the gates were of wood,
fastened together with primitive iron bolts. There were drinking-
shops, or rather booths, and a large market-place, which they crossed
as they ascended the hill, and where, as they afterwards discovered,
this people carried on their trade, if trade it could be called, for
they had no money, and conducted all transactions like other savages,
upon a principle of barter.

As they went Leonard took note of these things, which, to his mind,
showed clearly that the inhabitants of this city were the degenerate
inheritors of some ancient and forgotten civilisation. Their
fortifications, stone-built houses, drinking-shops, and markets
indicated this, just as their rude system of theology, with its
divinities of Light and Darkness, or of Death and Life, each springing
from the other, engaged in an eternal struggle, and yet one, was
probably the survival of some elaborate nature-myth of the early
world.

But nothing struck him so much as the appearance of the people. In
size they were almost giants, a peculiarity which was shared by the
women, some of whom measured six feet in height. In common with other
uncivilised races most of these women were little except a girdle and
a goat-skin cloak that hung loosely upon their shoulders, displaying
their magnificent proportions somewhat freely. They were much
handsomer than the men, having splendid solemn eyes, very white teeth,
and a remarkable dignity of gait. Their faces, however, wore the same
sombre look as those of their husbands and brothers, and they did not
chatter after the manner of their sex, but contented themselves with
pointing out the peculiarities of the strangers in a few brief words
to their children or to one another.

After crossing the market-place the party came to a long and gentle
ascent, which terminated at a wall surrounding the lower of the two
great buildings that they had seen from the plain. Passing its gates
they halted at the doors of the first of these edifices. Here priests
stood with torches--at least, they judged them to be priests from the
symbol of the snake's head tattooed upon their naked breasts--ready to
conduct them to their lodging, for now the night was closing in
rapidly. Soon they found themselves within the walls of a great house,
built in the usual way with rough boulders, but on three sides of a
square, and enclosing a courtyard in which a fountain bubbled. The
furniture of the house was rude but grotesquely carved, and in the
courtyard stood a throne, sheltered by a roof of turf, and fashioned
of black wood and ivory, with feet shaped like those of a human being.
Indeed, as they afterwards discovered, this was the palace of the
king, Olfan, who had been summarily ejected by the priests to make
room for the newcomers.

Here in this strange dwelling the attendant priests assigned them all
quarters, the Settlement men in one wing, Leonard, Francisco and Soa
in the other, and Juanna and Otter in two separate apartments in the
body of the building. This arrangement involved the separation of the
party, but it was difficult to offer objections, so they were forced
to acquiesce in it. Presently women entered bearing food, boiled corn,
milk in bowls, and roasted flesh in plenty, of which Leonard and
Francisco ate with thankfulness.

Before they went to sleep Leonard looked into the courtyard, and was
somewhat alarmed to find that guards were stationed at every door,
while in front of those leading to the apartments of Juanna and Otter
stood a body of priests with torches in their hands. He made an effort
to pass through these guards in order to visit Juanna, but without a
word they lifted their great spears and stopped him, and for that time
he abandoned the attempt.

"Why do the priests stand before the door of the Shepherdess, Soa?"
asked Leonard.

"They guard the place of the gods," she answered. "Unless the gods
will it, none may enter there."

"Say, Soa," Leonard asked again, "are you not afraid of being here in
your own land?"

"I am much afraid, Deliverer, for if I am found out then I die. Yet
many years have gone by since I fled; few live who knew me, and,
perchance, none remember me. Also now I do not wear my hair after the
fashion of my people, and therefore I may escape, unless the priests
discover me by their magic. And now I would sleep."

On the following morning at dawn Leonard rose and, accompanied by
Francisco, walked into the courtyard. This time the soldiers did not
try to stop them, but the priests were still standing in front of
Juanna's door, looking like spectres in the grey mist. They went to
them and signified by signs that they would worship the Queen, but
were sternly refused admission in words which they could not
understand, but that Soa, who was listening, afterwards translated to
them.

"The Mother had come to her home," said the spokesman, "and might be
profaned no more by the eyes of the vulgar. The Snake also was in his
home, and none should look upon him."

When arguments failed Leonard tried to force his way through, and was
met by a huge spear pointed at his throat. How things would have ended
it is difficult to say had not Juanna herself appeared at this
juncture, standing between the curtains of the doorway. At the sight
of her the priests and soldiers fell upon their faces, and Leonard had
sufficient presence of mind to follow their example, dragging
Francisco down beside him.

"What is this tumult?" she asked the guards in their own tongue.

"I tell you what it is, Juanna," said Leonard, rubbing his head upon
the ground and speaking in English. "If you do not come to an
understanding with these scoundrels, you will soon be cut of from all
communication with us, and what is more, we shall be cut off too in
another way. Will you be so good as to issue an order that we are to
be admitted when we like?"

Juanna turned towards the priest and spoke angrily:

"Who has dared to forbid my servants to come before me and worship me?
My will is my own, and I only make it known. It is my will that these
white men and yonder black woman pass in before me at their pleasure."

"Your will is our will, Mother," said the priests humbly.

So they went in, and the curtains were closed behind them.

"I am so thankful to see you," said Juanna. "You don't know how
dreadfully lonely it has been in this great room all night, and I am
afraid of those solemn-eyed priests who stand round the doors. The
women who brought me food last evening crawled about the place on all
fours like dogs; it was horrible!"

"I am sorry that you have been left alone," said Leonard, "but you
must try to make better arrangements. Soa might sleep with you, at any
rate. Where is Otter? Let us pay him a visit; I want to see how the
god is getting on."

Juanna went to the door and addressed the priests, saying that she
desired to be led before the Snake, and her servants with her. They
demurred a little, then gave way, and all four of them were conducted,
first into the courtyard, in which no human being was to be seen, and
thence to an adjoining chamber, where a curious sight awaited them. In
a huge chair set upon a dais sat Otter, looking furious and by no
means at ease; while stretched upon the ground in front of him lay
four priests, who muttered prayers unceasingly.

"Welcome, Baas!" he cried in rapture at the sight of Leonard.
"Welcome, Shepherdess!"

"You idiot!" answered Leonard in Dutch, but speaking in the most
humble voice, and sinking to his knees. "If you will not remember that
you are a god, I will pay you out so soon as we are alone. Bid these
fellows begone; the Shepherdess will translate for you."

"Go, dogs!" said Otter, taking the hint; "go, and bring me food. I
would speak with my servant, who is named Baas, and with my mother."

"These are the words of the Snake that he speaks in the holy tongue,"
said Juanna, and she translated them.

The four priests rose, and bowing to the earth, crept backwards from
the room. So soon as they were gone, Otter leaped from his throne with
an exclamation of rage that caused the others to burst out laughing.

"Laugh, Baas, laugh if you will!" said the dwarf, "for you have never
been a god, and don't know what it is. What think you, Baas?--all
night long I have sat upon that great stool, while those accursed dogs
burnt stinking stuff beneath my nostrils and muttered nonsense. One
hour more and I should have fallen on them and killed them, for I have
had no meat, and hunger makes me mad."

"Hush!" said Leonard, "I hear footsteps! On to your throne, Otter!
Quick, Juanna! stand by his side; we will kneel!"

They had barely time to obey when the curtains were drawn, and a
priest entered, holding a vessel of wood covered with a cloth. Slowly
he crept towards the throne, with his head bent almost to his knees;
then, straightening himself suddenly, he lifted up the wooden vessel
and cried aloud:

"We bring you food, O Snake. Eat and be satisfied."

Otter took the dish, and, lifting the cloth, gazed upon its contents
hungrily, but with an ever-growing dissatisfaction.

"Son of a dog!" he cried in his own tongue, "is this food to set
before a man?" And he held the platter downwards, exposing its
contents.

They were simple, consisting of various sorts of vegetables and
watercress--poor in quality, for the season was winter, and all of
them uncooked. In the centre of this fodder--whether placed there in
obedience to some religious tradition or by way of ornament, or
perhaps to assist the digestive process of the god, as a tenpenny nail
is said to assist that of an ostrich--was a fine ruby stone; not so
big, indeed, as that which Soa had given to Leonard, but still of
considerable size and value. Leonard saw it with delight, but not so
the dwarf, the selfish promptings of whose stomach caused him to
forget that his master had journeyed far to seek such gems as this. In
the fury of his disappointed appetite he stood upon the footstool of
the throne, and, seizing the ruby, he hurled it at the priest, hitting
him fair between the eyes.

"Am I an eel?" he roared, "that I should live on water-grass, and red
gravel?"

Then the priest, terrified at the behaviour of this strange divinity,
picked up the offending gem--to the presence of which he attributed
his anger--and fled, never looking behind him.

Juanna and Francisco were seized with uncontrollable laughter, while
even Soa deigned to smile. But Leonard did not smile.

"Oh, you last descendant of generations of asses!" he said bitterly.
"You ass with four ears and a tenfold bray! What have you done? You
have hurled the precious stone at the head of him who brought it, and
now he will bring no more. Had it not been for you, doubtless with
every meal such stones would have been offered to you, and though you
grew thin we should all of us have become rich, and that without
trouble, tricks, or violence."

"Forgive me, Baas," lamented Otter, "but my rage took away my reason,
and I forgot. See now what it is to be a god. It is to be fed upon
stuff such as would gripe an ox. Oh, Baas, I would that these wild men
had made you a god and left me your servant!" And again he gazed with
disgust upon the watercress and rows of leathery vegetables resembling
turnips.

"You had better eat them, Otter," said Juanna, who was still choking
with laughter. "If you don't you may get nothing more for days.
Evidently you are supposed to have a small appetite."

Then, driven to it by his ravening hunger, the wretched Otter fell
upon the turnips and munched them sullenly, Leonard rating him all the
while for his unequalled stupidity.

Scarcely had he finished his meal when there was a stir without, and
once again priests entered, headed on this occasion by that same aged
man who had acted as a spokesman when Juanna declared herself on the
previous day, and who, as they had discovered, was named Nam. In fact
he had many other and much longer names, but as this was the shortest
ad most convenient of them, they adopted it.

It chanced that Leonard was standing by Soa, and when this priest
entered, whom she now saw face to face for the first time, he noticed
that she started, trembled, and then drew back into the shadow of the
throne.

"Some friend of the old lady's youth," thought Leonard to himself. "I
hope he won't recognise her, that is all."

Nam bent himself in adoration before the gods, then began an address,
the substance of which Juanna translated from time to time. Bitterly
did he grieve, he said, that such an insult had been offered to the
Snake as the presenting to him among his food of the red stone, known
as the Blood of Aca. That man who had done this folly was doomed to
die, if, indeed, he were not already dead. Well could they understand
that, the Mother and Snake having become reconciled, the proffering to
Jal of that which reminded him of the sin of long ago was a wickedness
that might bring a curse upon the land. Let the Snake be appeased.
Command had been given that all such stones should be hidden in a
secret place by him who had wrought the crime, and, as he had said, if
the man returned alive from that place he should be slain. But he
would not return alive, for to go thither was death, as it should be
death henceforth even to mention that stone, of which but one should
now be seen in the land, that which the Mother wore in memory of the
past.

"O Otter, my friend," murmured Leonard to himself, "if I don't make
you pay for this, my name is not Outram!"

But enough of the stones, went on Nam; he had come upon a more
important matter. That night an assembly of all the tribe would be
held in the great temple an hour before moonrise, that the Mother and
the Snake might take up their royalty in the presence of the people.
Thither they would come to lead them and their servants at the
appointed time. Was this pleasing to the gods?

Juanna bent her head in assent, and the priest turned to go with many
obeisances; but before he went he spoke again, asking if all things
were as the gods desired.

"Not altogether, my servant," answered Juanna. "It is our will that
these, our other servants, should have free access to us at all times
and without question. Also, it is our will that their food should be
brought to them with our food. Moreover, it is the desire of the Snake
that no more grass should be given to him to eat; for now, in these
latter days, having put on the flesh of men, he needs that which will
support the flesh. One thing more, my servant; the Snake forgives the
affront that was offered him, and I command that some of the greatest
of the holy stones should be brought to me, that I may look on the
blood which I shed so long ago."

"Alas! it may not be, Mother," answered the priest in tones of sorrow.
"All the stones, both red and blue, have been placed in bags of hide
and cast into that place whence they can be brought no more, together
with him who offended. Nor can others be gathered at this season of
the year, seeing that deep snow covers the place where they lie
buried. In the summer, when the sun has melted the snow, more can be
found, if your eyes still desire the sight of them."

Juanna made no reply, and the priest went.

"Here is a pretty business," said Leonard. "That idiot Otter has upset
everything. We might have become millionaires for the asking, and now
we must wait for months before we so much as get sight of a ruby or a
sapphire."

Nobody answered. Indeed, the whole party were plunged into
consternation at the fatal effects of this accident. As for Otter
himself, when he understood fully what he had done, he almost wept for
grief.

"Who could have known, Baas?" he groaned. "It was the sight of the
green food that bewitched me, who have always hated the taste of
grass. And now my folly has undone all, and it seems that I must be a
god for many months, if, indeed, they do not find me out."

"Never mind, Otter," said Leonard, moved to pity by the dwarf's
genuine grief. "You have lost the stones and you will have to find
them again somehow. By the way, Soa, why did you start so when the old
priest came in?"

"Because he is my father, Deliverer," she answered.

Leonard whistled; here was a new complication. What if Nam should
recognise her?



                             CHAPTER XXII

                          THE TEMPLE OF JAL

In considerable agitation of mind Leonard bid good-bye to Juanna,
promising to return soon, and went to visit the Settlement men, whom
he had not seen since the previous evening.

He found them in good case enough, so far as their material comfort
was concerned, for they were well supplied with food and warmly
lodged. So much could not be said, however, of their mental state, for
they were terrified by the multitude of solemn priests and warriors
who watched them as cats watch mice. Crouching round him dejectedly
they implored Leonard not to leave them, saying that they expected to
be murdered every minute. He pacified them as well as he could and
left them with the assurance that he would return presently, having
first reminded them that the lives of all depended upon the
maintenance of the delusion as to the divinity of Otter and the
Shepherdess.

The remainder of that day passed heavily enough. After the first
excitement of their strange position had gone by a reaction set in,
and everybody was much depressed. As the hours drew on, the mist,
which had lifted a little about ten o'clock, closed in very densely,
throwing the ill-lighted chamber where they sat into a deep gloom. In
such an atmosphere conversation languished; indeed, at times it died
altogether, and the only sound to be heard was that of the monotonous
voices of the priests without the curtains, as they muttered prayers
unceasingly. At length Leonard could bear it no longer, but rose,
declaring that he was going out to see whatever might be seen. Juanna
tried faintly to dissuade him, and Otter wished to come too, which was
impossible. The end of it was that he went alone.

First he revisited the Settlement men and tried to cheer them, and
sadly did they need cheering. Then he passed to the great gates of the
palace yard and looked through them. The mist had lifted a little, and
about a hundred paces away he could perceive the doors of the temple,
on either side of which rose Cyclopean walls fifty feet or more in
height. It was obvious that here preparations for some ceremony were
in progress, and on a large scale, for immense crowds of people were
gathered about the doors, through which bodies of priests and armed
men passed continually. More he could not learn, for the gates of the
palace yard were barred and guarded, and the soldiers would not let
him through. He stood by them watching till sunset, then returning to
the others, he told them what he had seen.

Another hour passed, and suddenly the curtains were drawn aside and a
body of priests entered, twelve in number, bearing large candles of
fat in their hands, and headed by their chief, Nam. Prostrating
themselves before Juanna and Otter they remained plunged in silence.

"Speak on," said Juanna at length.

"We come, O Mother, and O Snake," said the priest Nam, "to lead you to
the temple that the people may look upon their gods."

"It is well; lead on," Juanna answered.

"First you must be robed, Mother," said Nam, "for without the temple
none may look upon your divinity, save your priests alone."

Rising as he spoke, he produced a black dress from a grass bag, which
was carried by an attendant. This dress was very curious. It fastened
in front with buttons of horn, and either was, or seemed to be, woven
in a single piece from the softest hair of black-fleeced goats.
Moreover, it had sleeves just long enough to leave the hands of the
wearer visible, and beneath its peaked cap was a sort of mask with
three slits, two for the eyes and one for the mouth.

Juanna retired to put on this hideous garment over her white robe, and
reappeared presently, looking like the black ghost of a mediaeval
monk. Then the priests gave her two flowers, a red lily and a white,
to be held in either hand, and it appeared that her equipment was
complete. Next they came to Otter and bound a scarlet fringe of hair
about his forehead in such fashion that the fringe hid his eyes, at
the same time placing in his hand a sceptre of ivory, apparently of
very ancient workmanship, and fashioned in the shape of a snake
standing on its tail.

"All is prepared," said Nam.

"Lead on," answered Juanna again. "But let our servants come with us,
both those here and those without, save the woman only, who stays to
make ready for our return."

Juanna spoke thus because Soa had announced her wish to be left behind
when they went to the temple. Juanna had consulted Leonard on the
subject, who gave it as his opinion that Soa had good reasons of her
own for making this request. Also he pointed out that in case of
disturbance she could scarcely help them, and might possibly prove an
encumbrance."

"They wait," answered Nam; "all is prepared for /them/ also": and as
he spoke a sardonic smile flickered on his withered countenance that
made Leonard feel very uncomfortable. What was prepared, he wondered?

They passed through the curtains into the courtyard, where soldiers,
clad in goat-skin cloaks, waited with two litters. Here also were the
Settlement men, armed, but in an extremity of fear, for they were
guarded by about fifty of the Great People, also armed.

Juanna and Otter entered the litters, behind which Leonard formed up
his little band, going in front of it himself with Francisco, both of
them having rifles in their hands and revolvers at their girdles, of
which no attempt was made to deprive them, for none knew their use.

Then they started, surrounded by the bare-breasted priests, who
chanted and waved torches as they walked, and preceded and followed by
the grim files of tall soldiers, on whose spears the torch-light
flashed ominously. As they came the gates of the palace yard were
opened. They passed them and across the space beyond until they
reached the doors of the temple, which were thrown wide before them.

Here Otter and Juanna descended from the litters, and all the torches
were extinguished, leaving them in darkness.

Leonard felt his hand seized and was led along, he knew not where, for
the misty gloom was intense. He could scarcely see the face even of
the priest who conducted them, but from the sounds he gathered that
all their party were being guided in a similar fashion. Once or twice
also he heard the voice of a Settlement man speaking in accents of
fear or complaint, but such demonstrations were followed quickly by
the sound of a heavy blow, dealt, no doubt, by the priest or soldier
in charge of that individual. Evidently it was expected that all
should be silent. Presently Leonard became aware that they had left
the open space across which they were walking, for the air grew close
and their footsteps rang hollow on the rocky floor.

"I believe that we are in a tunnel," whispered Francisco.

"Silence, dog," hissed a priest in his ear. "Silence, this place is
holy."

They did not understand the meaning of the words at the moment, but
the tone in which they were spoken made their purport sufficiently
clear. Leonard took the hint, and at the same time clutched his rifle
more tightly. He began to be afraid for their safety. Whither were
they being led--to a dungeon? Well, they would soon know, and at the
worst it was not probable that these barbarians would harm Juanna.
They followed the tunnel or passage for about a hundred and fifty
paces; at first it sloped downwards, then the floor became level till
at length they began to ascend a stair. There were sixty-one stone
steps in this stairway, for Leonard counted them, each about ten
inches high, and when all were climbed they advanced eleven paces
along a tunnel that echoed strangely to their steps, and was so low
that they must bend their heads to pass it. Emerging from this tunnel
through a narrow opening, they stood upon a platform also of stone,
and once more the chill night air fanned their brows.

So dense was the gloom that Leonard could tell nothing of the place
where they might be, but from far beneath them rose a hissing sound as
of seething water, and combined with it another sound of faint
murmuring, as though thousands of people whispered each to each. Also
from time to time he heard a rustling like that of a forest when a
gentle wind stirs its leaves, or the rustling of the robes of
innumerable women.

This sense of the presence of hidden waters and of an unseen multitude
was strange and terrifying in the extreme. It was as though, without
perceiving them, their human faculties suddenly became aware of the
spirits of the unnumbered dead, thronging, watching, following--there,
but intangible; speaking without words, touching without hands.

Leonard was tempted to cry aloud, so great was the strain upon his
nerves, which usually were strong enough; nor was he alone in this
desire. Presently a sound arose from below him, as of some person in
hysterics, and he heard a priest command silence in a fierce voice.
The sobbing and laughter went on till it culminated in a shrill
scream. After the scream came the thud of a blow, a heavy fall, a
groan, and once again the invisible multitudes whispered and rustled.

"Someone has been killed," muttered Francisco in Leonard's ear; "who
is it, I wonder?"

Leonard shuddered, but made no answer, for a great hand was placed
upon his mouth in warning.

At length the portentous silence was broken and a voice spoke, the
voice of Nam the priest. In the silence all that he uttered could be
heard plainly, but his words came from far away, and the sound of them
was still and small. This was what he said, as Juanna told it to them
after the ceremony.

"Hear me, ye Children of the Snake, ye ancient People of the Mist!
Hearken to me, Nam, the priest of the Snake! Many a generation gone in
the beginning of time, so runs the legend, the Mother goddess whom we
worship from of old, descended from heaven and came hither to us, and
with her came the Snake, her child. While she tarried in the land the
crime of crimes was wrought, the Darkness slew the Daylight, and she
passed hence, we know not how, or where; and from that hour the land
has been a land of mist, and its people have wandered in the mist, for
he whose name is Darkness has ruled over them, answering their prayers
with death. But this doom was on the Snake, that because of his
wickedness he must put off the flesh of men and descend into the holy
place of waters, where, as we and our fathers have known, his symbol
dwells eternally, taking tribute of the lives of men.

"Yet ere that crime was wrought the Mother gave a word of promise to
her people. 'Now that I am about to die at the hands of him I bore,
for so it is fated,' she said. 'But not for ever do I leave you, and
not for ever shall the Snake be punished by putting off the flesh of
men. Many generations shall go by and we will return again and rule
over you, and the veil of mist shall be lifted from your land, and ye
shall be great in the earth. Till then, choose you kings and let them
govern you; moreover, forget not my worship, and see to it that
throughout the ages the altar of the Snake is wet with blood, and that
he lacks not the food he loves. And I will give you a sign by which we
shall be known when at length the fate is accomplished, and the hour
of forgiveness is at hand.

"'As a fair maid will I come again, a maid lovely and white, but
because of his sin the Snake shall appear in the shape of that which
sits within your temple, and his hue shall be black and his face
hideous. Out of the earth will we arise, and we will call to you and
ye shall know us, and we will tell you our holy names that shall not
be spoken aloud from this hour to that hour of our coming. But beware
lest ye be deceived and false gods set themselves up among you, for
then shall the last evil fall upon you and the sun shall hide his
face.'

"Thus, Children of the Mist, did the Mother speak to him who was her
chief priest in the long ago, and he graved her words with iron on the
stone of that whereon I stand, but none can read that writing, for its
secret is lost to us, although the prophecy remains. And now the time
is full, and it has been given to me, his successor, in my old age, to
see the fulfilment of the saying.

"The time is full, and this night the promise of the past is
accomplished, for, People of the Mist, the immortal gods, whose names
are holy, have appeared to rule their children. Yesterday they came,
ye saw them, and in your ears they called aloud the sacred names. As a
maiden fair and white, and as a dwarf black and hideous, have they
come, and /Aca/ is the name of the maiden, and /Jal/ is the name of
the dwarf."

He ceased, and his voice died away in the echoes of the great place.
Once again there was silence, broken only by the seething sound of
waters and the indefinable murmur of an unseen throng beneath.

Leonard stood awhile, then edged himself gently forward with the
design of discovering where and upon what they were standing. His
curiosity soon met with a violent check, for before he had gone a yard
he felt that his right foot was dangling in space, and it was only by
a strong effort that he prevented himself from falling, whither he
knew not.

Recovering his balance, he shuffled himself back again to the side of
Francisco, and whispered a warning to him not to move if he valued his
life. As Leonard spoke, he noticed that the blackness of the night was
turning grey with the light of the unrisen moon. Already her rays,
striking upwards, brightened the sky above and the mountains behind,
and from them fell a pale reflection, which grew gradually stronger
and clearer.

Now he could discover that close upon him to the left a black mass
towered high into the air, and that far beneath him gleamed something
like the foam on broken water. For a time he watched this water, or
whatever it might be, until a smothered exclamation from Francisco
caused him to look up again. As he looked, the edge of the moon rose
above the temple wall, and by slow degrees a wonderful sight was
revealed to him. Not till the moon was fully visible did he see
everything, and to describe all as he discovered it, piecemeal, would
be difficult. This was what Leonard saw at length.

Before him and underneath him lay a vast and roofless building, open
to the east, covering some two acres of ground, and surrounded by
Titanic walls, fifty feet or more in height. This building was shaped
like a Roman amphitheatre, but, with the exception of the space
immediately below him, its area was filled with stone seats, and round
its wide circumference stone seats rose tier on tier. These were all
occupied by men and women in hundreds, and, except at the further end,
scarcely a place was empty. At the western extremity of the temple a
huge statue towered seventy or eighty feet into the air, hewn, to all
appearance, from a mass of living rock. Behind this colossus, and not
more than a hundred paces from it, the sheer mountain rose, precipice
upon precipice, to the foot of a white peak clad in eternal snow. It
was the peak that they had seen from the plain when the mist lifted,
and the statue was the dark mass beneath it which had excited their
curiosity.

This fearful colossus was fashioned to the shape of a huge dwarf of
hideous countenance, seated with bent arms outstretched in a forward
direction, and palms turned upwards as though to bear the weight of
the sky. The statue stood, or rather sat, upon a platform of rock; and
not more than four paces from its base, so that the outstretched hands
and slightly bowed head overhung it indeed, was a circular gulf
measuring, perhaps, thirty yards across, in which seething waters
raged and boiled. Whence they came and whither they went it was
impossible to see, but Leonard discovered afterwards that here was the
source of the river which they had followed for so many days. Escaping
from the gulf by underground passages that it had hollowed for itself
through the solid rock, the two branches of the torrent passed round
the walls of the town, to unite again in the plain below. How the pool
itself was supplied Leonard was destined to learn in after days.

Between the steep polished sides of the rock basin and the feet of the
statue was placed an altar, or sacrificial stone. Here on this ledge,
which covered an area no greater than that of a small room, and in
front of the altar, stood a man bound, in whom Leonard recognised
Olfan, the king, while on either side of him were priests, naked to
the waist, and armed with knives. Behind them again stood the little
band of Settlement men, trembling with terror. Nor were their fears
groundless, for there among them lay one of their number, dead. This
was the man whose nerve had broken down, who shrieked aloud in the
darkness, and in reward had been smitten into everlasting silence.

All this Leonard saw by degrees, but the first thing that he saw has
not yet been told. Long before the brilliant rays of the moon lit the
amphitheatre they struck upon the huge head of the dwarf idol, and
there, on this giddy perch, some seventy feet from the ground, and
nearly a hundred above the level of the pool of seething water, sat
Juanna herself, enthroned in an ivory chair. She had been divested of
her black cloak, and was clad in the robe of snowy linen cut low upon
her breast, and fastened round her waist with a girdle. Her dark hair
flowed about her shoulders; in either hand she held the lilies, red
and white, and upon her forehead glowed the ruby like a blood-red
star. She sat quite still, her eyes set wide in horror; and first the
moonlight gleamed upon the gem bound to her forehead, next it showed
the pale and lovely face beneath, then her snowy arms and breast, the
whiteness of her robes, and the hideous demon head whereon her throne
was fixed.

No spirit could have seemed more beautiful than this woman set thus on
high in that dark place of blood and fear. Indeed, in the unearthly
light she looked like a spirit, the spirit of beauty triumphing over
the hideousness of hell, the angel of light trampling the Devil and
his works.

It was not wonderful that this fierce and barbarous people sighed like
reeds before the wind when her loveliness dawned upon them, made
ethereal by the moon, or that thenceforth Leonard could never think of
her quite as he thought of any other woman. Under such conditions most
well-favoured women would have appeared beautiful; Juanna did more,
she seemed divine.

As the light grew downward and the shadows thinned before it, Leonard
followed with his eyes, and presently he discovered Otter. The dwarf,
naked except for his girdle and the fringe upon his head, was also
enthroned, holding the ivory sceptre in his hand, but in a seat of
ebony placed upon the knees of the colossus, nearly forty feet below
Juanna.

Then Leonard turned to consider Francisco's position and his own, and
found it terrible enough. Indeed, the moment that he discovered it was
nigh to being his last. In company with two priests of the Snake, they
were standing on the palm of the right hand of the idol, that formed a
little platform some six feet square, which they had won in the
darkness through a tunnel hewn in the arm of stone. There they stood
unprotected by any railing or support, and before them and on either
side of them was a sheer drop of some ninety feet to the water beneath
or of fifty to the rock of the platform.

Leonard saw, and for a moment turned faint and dizzy, then, setting
the butt of his rifle on to the stone, he leaned upon the barrel till
his brain cleared. It was well for him that he had not known what lay
beneath when, but now, he thrust his foot into vacancy, for then his
senses might have failed him.

Suddenly he remembered Francisco, and opened his eyes, which he had
closed to shut out the sight of the yawning gulf beneath. It was not
too soon. The priest had seen also, and consciousness was deserting
him; even as Leonard turned his knees gave way, and he sank forward
and downward.

Quick as thought Leonard stretched out his right hand and caught
Francisco by the robe he wore, then, resting his weight upon the
rifle, he strained at the priest's falling body with all his force in
such a manner that its direction was turned, and it fell sideways upon
the platform, not downwards into space. Leonard dragged at him again,
and thrust him into the mouth of the little tunnel through which they
had reached this dreadful eminence, where he lay quiet and safe, lost
in blessed insensibility.

All this took place in a few seconds. The two priests of the Snake,
who stood by them as calmly as though their feet were still on the
solid earth, saw, but made no movement. Only Leonard thought that they
smiled grimly, and a horrible fear struck his heart like a breath of
ice. What if they waited a signal to cast him down? It might well be
so. Already he had seen enough of their rites to enable him to guess
that theirs was a religion of blood and human sacrifice.

He shivered, and again turned faint, so faint indeed that he did not
dare to keep his feet, but sank into a sitting posture, resting his
back against the stone of the idol's thumb.



                            CHAPTER XXIII

                       HOW JUANNA CONQUERED NAM

Still the silence endured, and still the moonlight grew, creeping
lower and lower till it shone upon the face of the seething waters,
and, except in the immediate shadow of the walls, all the amphitheatre
was full of it.

Then the voice of Nam spoke again from far away, and Leonard looked to
see whence he spoke. Now he saw. Nam, attended by three priests, was
perched like an eagle on the left palm of the colossus, and from this
dizzy platform he addressed the multitude. Looking across the breast
of the statue, Leonard could just see the outstretched arm and the
fierce face of the high priest as he glared down upon the people.

"Hearken, ye Dwellers in the Mist, Children of the Snake! Ye have seen
your ancient gods, your Father and your Mother, come back to rule you
and to lead you on through war to peace, to wealth, to power, and to
glory. Ye see them now by that light and in that place wherein only it
is lawful that ye should look upon them. Say, do ye believe and do ye
accept them? Answer, every one of you, answer with your voice!"

Then a mighty roar of sound went up from the gathered thousands, a
roar that shaped itself into the words:

"We believe and we accept."

"It is well," said Nam when the tumult had died away. "Hearken, ye
high gods! O Aca! and O Jal! Bend down your ears and deign to hearken
to your priest and servant, speaking in the name of your children, the
People of the Mist. Be ye kings to reign over us! Accept the power and
the sacrifice, and sit in the place of kings. We give you rule through
all the land; the life of every dweller in the land is yours; yours
are their cattle and their goats, their city and their armies. For you
the altars shall run red, the cry of the victim shall be music in your
ears. Ye shall look upon him whom long ago ye set to guard the secret
awful place, and he shall crawl beneath your feet. As ye ruled our
fathers so ye shall rule us, according to the customs which ye laid
down for ever. Glory be to you, O Aca, and to you, O Jal! immortal
kings for evermore!"

And in a shout that rent the skies the great audience echoed: "Glory
be to you, O Aca, and to you, O Jal, immortal kings for evermore!"

Then Nam spoke again, saying: "Bring forth the virgin, that fair maid
who is destined to the Snake, that he may look upon her and accept her
as his wife. Bring her forth also who, twelve months gone, was vowed
in marriage to the Shape of stone, that she may bid her lord
farewell."

As he spoke there was a stir behind the idol, and presently from each
side of it a woman was led forward by two priests on to the little
space of rock between its feet and the edge of the gulf, and placed
one to the right of the altar, and one to the left. Both these women
were tall and lovely with the dark and somewhat terrifying beauty of
the People of the Mist, but there the resemblance between them ended.
She to the right was naked except for a girdle of snake-skin and the
covering of her abundant hair, which was crowned with a wreath of red
lilies similar to the flower that the priests had given to Juanna. She
to the left, on the contrary, was clothed in a black robe round which
was broidered the shape of a blood-red snake, whose head rested upon
her breast. Leonard noticed that the appearance of this woman was that
of extreme terror, for she shrank and trembled, whereas that of the
flower-crowned bride was jubilant and even haughty.

For a moment the two women stood still while the people gazed upon
them. Then, at a signal from Nam, she who was crowned with flowers was
led before the altar, and thrice she bowed the knee to the idol, or
rather to Otter who sat upon it. Now all eyes were fixed on the dwarf,
who stared at the girl but made no sign, which was not wonderful,
seeing that he had no inkling of the meaning of the ceremony. As it
chanced, he could not have acted more wisely, at least in the
interests of the bride, for here, as elsewhere, silence was held to
give consent.

"Behold, the god accepts," cried Nam, "the beauty of the maid is
pleasing in his eyes. Stand aside, Saga, the blessed, that the people
may look upon you and know you. Hail to you, wife of the Snake!"

Smiling triumphantly the girl moved back to her place by the altar,
and turned her proud face to the people. Then the multitude shouted:

"Hail to you, bride of the Snake! Hail to you, the blessed, chosen of
the god!"

While the tumult still lasted, the woman who was clad in the black
robe was led forward, and when it had died away she also made her
obeisance before the idol.

"Away with her that she may seek her Lord in his own place," cried
Nam.

"Away with her, her day is done," echoed the multitude. Then, before
Juanna could interfere, before she could even speak, for, be it
remembered, she alone understood all that was said, the two priests
who guarded the doomed woman rent the robe from her and with one swing
of their strong arms hurled her backwards far into the pool of
seething waters.

She fell with a shriek and lay floating on their surface, flung this
way and that by the eddy of the whirlpool just where the moonlight
beat most brightly. All who could of the multitude bent forward to see
her end, and overcome by a fearful fascination, Leonard threw himself
on his face, and, craning his head over the stone of the idol's hand,
watched also, for the girl's struggling shape was almost immediately
beneath him. Another minute and he would have foregone the hope of
winning the treasure which he had come so far to seek, not to have
yielded to the impulse.

For as he stared, the waters beneath the feet of the idol were
agitated as a pond is agitated by the rush of a pike when he dashes at
his prey. Then for an instant the light gleamed upon a dull enormous
shape, and suddenly the head of a crocodile reared itself out of the
pool. The head of a crocodile, but of such a crocodile as he had never
heard or dreamed of, for this head alone was broader than the breast
of the biggest man, its dull eyes were the size of a man's fist, its
yellow fangs were like the teeth of a lion, and from its lower jaw
hung tentacles or lumps of white flesh which at that distance gave it
the appearance of being bearded like a goat. Also, the skin of this
huge reptile, which could not have measured less than fifty feet in
length by four feet in depth, was here and there corroded into rusty
excrescences, as though some fungus or lichen had grown upon it like
grey moss on an ancient wall. Indeed, its appearance seemed to point
to extreme antiquity.[*]

[*] Crocodiles are proverbially long-lived, but Leonard could never
discover the age of this particular reptile. On enquiry he was able to
trace it back for three hundred yards, and tradition said that it had
always dwelt among the People of the Mist from "the beginning of
time." At least it was very old, and under the name of the Snake had
been an object of worship for many generations. How it came among the
People of the Mist is difficult to say, for no other specimen appeared
to exist in the country. Perhaps it was captured in some distant age
and placed in the cave by the priests, to figure as an incarnation of
the Snake that was the object of their worship.

Hearing the disturbance in the water, the reptile had emerged from the
cave where it dwelt beneath the feet of the idol, to seek its
accustomed food, which consisted of the human victims that were cast
to it at certain intervals. It reared its hideous head and glared
round, then of a sudden the monster and the victim vanished together
into the depths.

Sick with horror Leonard drew himself back into a sitting posture, and
glanced up at Juanna. She was crouched in her ivory chair overcome,
and her eyes were closed, either through faintness or to shut out the
sight of dread. Then he looked down at Otter. The dwarf, staring
fixedly at the water, sat still as the stone effigy that supported
him. Evidently in all his varied experience he had seen no such thing
as this.

"The Snake has accepted the sacrifice," cried Nam again; "the Snake
has taken her who was his bride to dwell with him in his holy house.
Let the offerings be completed, for this is but the first-fruit. Take
Olfan who was king, and offer him up. Cast down the white servants of
the Mother, and offer them up. Seize the slaves who stood before her
in the plain, and offer them up. Lead forth the captives, and offer
them up. Let the sacrifice of the Crowning of Kings be accomplished
according to custom, that the god whose name is Jal may be appeased;
that he may listen to the pleadings of the Mother, that the sun may
shine upon us, that fruitfulness may fill the land and peace be within
its gates."

Thus he cried while Leonard felt his blood turn cold and his hair rise
upon his head, for though he could not understand the words, he
guessed their purport and his instinct told him that a great danger
threatened them. He looked at the two priests who stood by, and they
glared hungrily on him in answer. Then his courage came back to him;
at least he had his rifle and would fight for his life. It must go
hard if he could not put a bullet through one or both of them before
they got a hold of him.

Meanwhile the priests below had seized the king Olfan, whose giant
form they were dragging towards the stone of sacrifice. But of a
sudden, for the first time Juanna spoke, and a deep silence fell upon
the temple and all within it.

"Hearken, People of the Mist," she said; and her voice falling from
that great height seemed small and far away, although so clear that
every word was audible in the stillness of the night.

"Hear me, People of the Mist, and ye, priests of the Snake. Aca is
come again and Jal is come again, and ye have given them back their
rule after many generations, and in their hands lies the life of every
one of you. As the old tradition told of them so they are, the Mother
and the Child, and the one is clothed with beauty, the symbol of life
and of the fruitful earth; and the other is black and hideous, the
symbol of death and the evil that walks upon the earth. And ye would
do sacrifice to Jal that he may be appeased according to the ancient
law, and listen to the pleading of the Mother that fruitfulness may
fill the land. Not so shall Jal be appeased, and not because of the
sacrifice of men shall Aca plead with him that prosperity may reign in
the land.

"Behold, the old law is done away, and we give you a new law. Now is
the hour of reconciliation, now Life and Death walk hand in hand, and
the hearts of Aca and Jal have grown gentle through the ages, and they
no longer crave the blood of men as an offering to their majesty.
Henceforth ye shall bring them fruits and flowers, and not the lives
of men. See, in my hand I hold winter lilies, red and white, blood-red
they are and white as snow. Now the red flower, token of sacrifice and
slaughter, I crush and cast away, but the white bloom of love and
peace I set upon my breast. It is done, gone is the old law; see, it
falls into the place of the Snake, its home; but the new law blossoms
above my heart and in it. Shall it not be so, my children, People of
the Mist? Will ye not accept my mercy and my love?"

The multitude watched the red bloom as, bruised and broken, through
the light and through the shadow, they fell slowly to the seething
surface of the pool; then it looked up like one man and saw the white
lily set upon Juanna's whiter breast. They saw, and, moved by a common
impulse, they rose with a sound like the rush of the wind and shouted:

"Gone is the day of blood and sacrifice, come is the day of peace! We
thank you, Mother, and we take your mercy and your love."

Then they were silent, and again there was a sound like that of the
wind, as all their thousands sank back to the seats of stone.

Now Nam spoke again in a voice of fury that rang through the still air
like a clarion.

"What is this that my ears hear?" he cried. "Are ye mad, O ye Dwellers
in the Mist? Or does the Mother speak with a charmed voice? Shall the
ancient worship be changed in an hour? Nay, not the gods themselves
can alter their own worship. Slay on, ye priests, slay on, or ye
yourselves shall die the dreadful death."

The priests below heard, and seizing the struggling king they cast him
with difficulty down upon the stone.

"Leonard, Leonard," cried Juanna in English, addressing him for the
first time by his Christian name, as even then he noticed, but looking
straight before her that none might guess to whom she spoke. "These
priests are going to kill you and all of us, except Otter and myself.
If you can, when you see me point with my hand, shoot that man who is
about to sacrifice the king. Make no answer."

Leonard heard and understood all. Resting his back firmly against the
thumb of the statue, he shifted his position a little so that the
group below him came within his line of sight, and waited, watching
Juanna, who now was speaking again in the language of the People of
the Mist.

"This I promise you, ministers of blood," she said, "if ye obey me not
ye shall indeed die the dreadful death, the death unknown. Hearken, my
servant, who are named Deliverer," and she looked down upon Leonard,
"and do my bidding. If one of these shall dare to lift his hand
against yonder man, slay him swiftly as you know how."

"Smite on," screamed Nam, "smite on and fear not."

Most of the priests drew back affrighted; but one ruffian lifted his
knife, and at that moment Juanna pointed with her hand. Then Leonard,
stepping forward, covered the priest's great breast with his rifle as
surely as the uncertain light would allow. Unconscious of his danger,
the executioner muttered an invocation. Now the knife was about to
fall upon the throat of Olfan, when fire and smoke sprang out far
above him, the rifle rang, and, shot through the heart, the priest
leaped high into the air and fell dead. Terror seized the witnesses of
this unaccustomed and, to them, most awful sight.

"The gods speak with flame and thunder," one cried, "and death is in
the flame."

"Silence, dogs!" screamed Nam, "ye are bewitched. Ho! you that stand
on high, cast down the wizard who is named Deliverer, and let us see
who will deliver him from death upon the stone."

Then one of the guards who stood by him made a movement to grasp
Leonard and throw him down, but the other was terrified and could not
stir. The first man stretched out his arm, but before it so much as
touched its aim he himself was dead, for, seeing his purpose, Leonard
had lifted the rifle, and once more its report rang through the
temple. Suddenly the priest threw his arms wide, then fell backwards,
and with a mighty rush dived into sheer space to crash lifeless on the
stone floor below, where he lay, his head and hands hanging over the
edge of the pool.

Now for the first time Otter's emotions overcame him. He stood up on
the knees of the dwarf, and shaking the sceptre in his hand, he
pointed with it to the dead men on the paving below, at the same time
crying in stentorian tones:

"Well done, Baas, well done! Now tumble the old one yonder off his
perch, for I weary of his howlings."

This speech of Otter's produced even a greater effect on the
spectators, if that were possible, than the mysterious death of the
priests. That he whose name was Silence should cry aloud in a strange
tongue, of which they understood no single word, was a dread and
ominous thing that showed his anger to be deep. But Leonard took no
heed, he was too engaged in covering the second guard with the barrel
of his repeater. This man, however, had no liking for such a dreadful
death. Swiftly he flung himself on to his knees, imploring Leonard to
spare him in humble accents, and with gestures that spoke more plainly
than his words.

Taking advantage of the pause, again Juanna cried aloud: "Ye see,
People of the Mist, I make no idle threats. Where are they now, the
disobedient ones? The tongue of flame has licked them and they are
dead, and as they have perished, so shall all perish who dare to
gainsay my word, or the word of Jal. Ye know us for gods and ye have
crowned us kings, and gods and kings we are indeed. Yet fear not, for
on the rebellious only shall our anger fall. Answer you, Nam. Will you
do our bidding? Or will you die also as your servants died?"

Nam glanced round desperately. He looked down on the multitude and
found no help there. Long had they cowered beneath him; now hope was
born in their breasts, and in the presence of a power greater than
his, if only for a little while, they broke his yoke and the yoke of
their red superstitions. He looked at the company of priests; their
heart was out of them, they were huddled together like knots of
frightened sheep, staring at the corpses of their two companions. Then
he bethought him of Otter. Surely there was refuge in the god of blood
and evil; and he cried to him:

"The Mother has spoken, but the Mother is not the child. Say, O Jal,
what is your command?"

Otter made no answer, because he did not understand; but Juanna
replied swiftly:

"I am the mouth of Jal, as Jal is my hand. When I speak I speak the
words of Jal. Do his bidding and mine, or die, you disobedient
servant."

This was the end of it. Nam was beaten; for the first time in his life
he must own a master, and that master the gods whom he had himself
discovered and proclaimed.

"So be it," he said suddenly. "The old order passes, and the new order
comes. So be it! Let your will be done, O Aca and O Jal. I have
striven for your glory, I have fed your altars, and ye threaten me
with death and put away my gift. Priests, set free that man who was
king. People, have your way, forget your ancient paths, pluck the
white flower of peace--and perish! I have said."

So he spoke from on high, shaking his clenched fists above his hoary
head, and was gone. Then the executioners unbound the limbs of the
ex-king, and he rose from the stone of death.

"Olfan," cried Juanna from on high, "you that were the king, we, who
have taken your kingship, give you life, and liberty, and honour; see
that in reward you serve us well, lest again you should lie upon that
bed of stone. Do you swear fealty to us?"

"For ever and for ever. I swear it by your holy heads," answered
Olfan.

"It is well. Now under us once more we give you command of the armies
of this people, our children. Summon your captains and your soldiers.
Bid those that brought us hither lead us back whence we came, and
there set guards about us, so that none trouble us. For you, our
people, for this time fare you well. Go in peace to dwell in peace
beneath the shadow of our strength."



                             CHAPTER XXIV

                      OLFAN TELLS OF THE RUBIES

It was at this juncture that Francisco recovered his senses. "Oh!" he
gasped, opening his eyes and sitting up, "is it done, and am I dead?"

"No, no, you are alive and safe," answered Leonard. "Stay where you
are and don't look over the edge, or you will faint again. Here, take
my hand. Now, you brute," and he made energetic motions to the
surviving priest, indicating that he must lead them back along the
path by which they had come, at the same time tapping his rifle
significantly.

The man understood and started down the darksome tunnel as though he
were glad to go, Leonard holding his robe with one hand, while with
the other he pressed the muzzle of the loaded rifle against the back
of his neck. Francisco followed, leaning on Leonard's shoulder, for he
could not walk alone.

As they had come so they returned. They passed down the steps of stone
which were hollowed in the body of the colossus; they traversed the
long underground tunnel, and at length, to their intense relief, once
more they stood upon the solid ground and in the open air. Now that
the moon was up, and the mist which had darkened the night had melted,
they could see their whereabouts. They had emerged upon a platform of
rock within a bowshot of the great gates of the palace, from whence
the secret subterranean passage used by the priests was gained, its
opening being hidden cunningly among the stone-work of the temple.

"I wonder where the others are," asked Leonard anxiously of Francisco.

As he spoke, Juanna, wrapped in her dark cloak, appeared, apparently
out of the stones of the wall, and with her Otter, the Settlement men
bearing their dead companion, and a considerable company of priests,
among whom, however, Nam was not to be seen.

"Oh, is that you, Leonard?" said Juanna in English, and in a voice
broken with fear. "Thank Heaven that you are safe!"

"Thank Heaven that we are all safe," he answered. "Come, let us get
on. No, we can walk, thank you," and he waved away the priests, who
produced the litters from where they had hidden them under the wall.

The men fell back and they walked on. At the gate of the palace a
welcome sight met their eyes, for here stood Olfan, and with him at
least a hundred captains and soldiers, who lifted their spears in
salute as they advanced.

"Olfan, hear our bidding," said Juanna. "Suffer no priest of the Snake
to enter the palace gates. We give you command over them, even to
death. Set guards at every doorway and come with us."

The ex-king bowed and issued some orders, in obedience to which the
sullen priests fell back murmuring. Then they all passed the gates,
crossed the courtyard, and presently stood in the torch-lit throne-
room, where Juanna had slept on the previous night. Here food had been
prepared for them by Soa, who looked at them curiously, especially at
Leonard and Francisco, as though, indeed, she had never expected to
see them again.

"Hearken, Olfan," said Juanna, "we have saved your life to-night and
you have sworn fealty to us; is it not so?"

"It is so, Queen," the warrior answered. "And I will be faithful to my
oath. This heart, that but for you had now been cold, beats for you
alone. The life you gave back to me is yours, and for you I live and
die."

As he spoke he glanced at her with an expression in which, as it
seemed to Juanna, human feeling was mixed with supernatural awe. Was
it possible, she wondered with a thrill of fear, that this savage king
was mingling his worship of the goddess with admiration of the woman?
And did he begin to suspect that she was no goddess after all? Time
would show, but at least the look in his eyes alarmed her.

"Fear not," he went on; "a thousand men shall guard you night and day.
The power of Nam is broken for a while, and now all this company may
sleep in peace."

"It is well, Olfan. To-morrow morning, after we have eaten, we will
talk with you again, for we have much to say. Till then, watch!"

The great man bowed and went, and at last they were alone.

"Let us eat," said Leonard. "What is this? Spirit, or a very good
imitation of it. Well, I never wanted a glass of brandy more in my
life."

When they had finished their meal, at the request of Leonard Juanna
translated all that had been said in the temple, and among her
listeners there was none more interested than Soa.

"Say, Soa," said Leonard, when she had finished, "you did not expect
to see us come back alive, did you? Is that why you stayed away?"

"No, Deliverer," she answered. "I thought that you would be killed,
every one of you. And so it must have come about, had it not been for
the Shepherdess. Also, I stayed away because those who have looked
upon the Snake once do not desire to see him again. Many years ago I
was bride to the Snake, Deliverer, and, had I not fled, my fate would
have been the fate of her who died this night."

"Well, I do not wonder that you chose to go," said Leonard.

"Oh, Baas," broke in Otter, "why did you not shoot that old medicine-
man as I told you? It would have been easy when you were about it,
Baas, and now he would have been broken like an eggshell thrown from a
house-top, and not alive and full of the meat of malice. He is mad
with rage and wickedness, and I say that he will kill us all if he
can."

"I rather wish I had," said Leonard, pulling his beard. "I thought of
it, but could not do everything; and on future occasions, Otter, will
you remember that your name is Silence? Luckily, these people do not
understand you: if they did you would ruin us all. What is the matter,
Soa?"

"Nothing, Deliverer," she answered; "only I was thinking that Nam is
my father, and I am glad that you did not shoot him, as this black
dog, who is named a god, suggests."

"Of gods I know nothing, you old cow," answered Otter angrily; "they
are a far-off people, though it seems that I am one of them, at any
rate among these fools, your kinsmen. But of dogs I can tell you
something, and it is that they bite."

"Yes, and cows toss dogs," said Soa, showing her teeth.

"Here is another complication," thought Leonard to himself; "one day
this woman will make friends with her venerable parent and betray us,
and then where shall we be? Well, among so many dangers an extra one
does not matter."

"I must go to bed," said Juanna faintly; "my head is swimming. I
cannot forget those horrors and that giddy place. When first I saw
where I was, I nearly fainted and fell, but after a while I grew more
used to it. Indeed, while I was speaking to the people I quite forgot
my fear, and the height seemed to exhilarate me. What a sight it was!
When all is said and done, it is a grand thing to have lived through
such an experience. I wonder if anyone has ever seen its like."

"You are a marvellous woman, Juanna," said Leonard, with admiration.
"We owe our lives to your wit and courage."

"You see I was right in insisting on coming with you," she answered
somewhat aggressively.

"For our sakes, yes; for your own I am not so sure. To tell you the
truth, I think that we should have done better never to have started
on this mad expedition. However, things look a little more promising
now, though Nam and his company have still to be reckoned with, and we
don't seem much nearer the rubies, which are our main object."

"No," said Juanna, "they are gone, and we shall be lucky if we do not
follow them into the home of that hideous snake. Good night."

"Francisco," said Leonard, as he rolled himself up in his blanket,
"you had a narrow escape to-night. If I had missed my hold!"

"Yes, Outram, it was lucky for me that your arm is strong and your
mind quick. Ah, I am a dreadful coward, and I can see the place now;"
and he shuddered. "Always from a child I have believed that I shall
die by a fall from some height, and to-night I thought that my hour
had come. At first I did not understand, for I was watching the
Senora's face in the moonlight, and to me she looked like an angel.
Then I saw, and my senses left me. It was as though hands were
stretched up from the blackness to drag me down--yes, I saw the hands.
But you saved me, Outram, though that will not help me, for I shall
perish in some such way at last. So be it. It is best that I should
die, who cannot conquer the evil of my heart."

"Nonsense, my friend," said Leonard; "don't talk like that about
dying. We can none of us afford to die just at present--that is,
unless we are obliged to do so. Your nerves are upset, and no wonder!
As for 'the evil of your heart,' I wish that most men had as little--
the world would be better. Come, go to sleep; you will feel very
differently to-morrow."

Francisco smiled sadly and shook his head, then he knelt and began to
say his prayers. The last thing that Leonard saw before his eyes
closed in sleep was the rapt girlish face of the priest, round which
the light of the taper fell like an aureole, as he knelt muttering
prayer after prayer with his pale lips.

It was nine o'clock before Leonard awoke next morning--for they had
not slept till nearly four--to find Francisco already up, dressed,
and, as usual, praying. When Leonard was ready they adjourned to
Juanna's room, where breakfast was prepared for them. Here they found
Otter, looking somewhat disturbed.

"Baas, Baas," he said, "they have come and will not go away!"

"Who?" asked Leonard.

"The woman, Baas: she who was given to me to wife, and many other
women--her servants--with her. There are more than twenty of them
outside, Baas, and all of them very big. Now, what shall I do with
her, Baas? I came here to serve you and to seek the red stones that
you desire, and not a woman tall enough to be my grandmother."

"I really don't know and don't care," answered Leonard. "If you will
be a god you must take the consequences. Only beware, Otter: lock up
your tongue, for this woman will teach you to speak her language, and
she may be a spy."

"Yes, Baas, I will see to that. Is not my name Silence, and shall
women make me talk--me, who have always hated them? But--the Baas
would not like to marry her himself? I am a god, as you say, though it
was you who made me one, Baas, not I, and my heart is large; I will
give her to you, Baas."

"Certainly not," answered Leonard decidedly. "See if the breakfast is
ready. No, I forgot, you are a god, so climb up into the throne and
look the part, if you can."

As he spoke, Juanna came from her room, looking a little pale, and
they sat down to breakfast. Before they had finished their meal, Soa
announced that Olfan was waiting without. Juanna ordered him to be
admitted, and presently he entered.

"Is all well, Olfan?" asked Juanna.

"All is well, Queen," he answered. "Nam and three hundred of his
following held council at dawn in the house of the priests yonder.
There is much stir and talk in the city, but the hearts of the people
are light because their ancient gods have come back to us, bringing
peace with them."

"Good," said Juanna. Then she began to question him artfully on many
things, and by degrees they learnt more of the People of the Mist.

It seemed, as Leonard had already guessed, that they were a very
ancient race, having existed for countless generations on the same
misty upland plains. They were not, however, altogether isolated, for
occasionally they made war with other savage tribes. But they never
intermarried with these tribes, all the captives taken in their wars
being offered in sacrifice at the religious festivals. The real
governing power in the community was the Society of the Priests of the
Snake, who held their office by hereditary tenure, outsiders being
admitted to their body only under very exceptional circumtances. The
council of this society chose the kings, and when they were weary of
one of them, they sacrificed him and chose another, either from among
his issue or elsewhere. This being the custom, as may be imagined, the
relations between church and state were much strained, but hitherto,
as Olfan explained with suppressed rage, the church had been supreme.

Indeed, the king for the time being was only its mouthpiece, or
executive officer. He led the armies, but the superstitions of the
people, and even of the soldiers themselves, prevented him from
wielding any real power; and, unless he chanced to die naturally, his
end was nearly always the same: to be sacrificed when the seasons were
bad or "Jal was angry."

The country was large but sparsely populated, the fighting men
numbered not more than four thousand, of whom about half lived in the
great city, the rest occupying villages here and there on the mountain
slopes. As a rule the people were monogamous, except the priests. It
was the custom of sacrifice which kept down the population to its low
level, made the power of the priests absolute, and their wealth
greater than that of all the other inhabitants of the country put
together, for they chose the victims that had offended against Jal or
against the mother-goddess, and confiscated their possessions to "the
service of the temple." Thus the great herds of half-wild cattle which
the travellers had seen on the plains belonged to the priests, and the
priests took a fourth of the produce of every man's field and garden--
that is, when they did not take it all, and his life with it.

Twice in every year great festivals were held in the temple of Jal, at
the beginning of the spring season and in the autumn after the
ingathering of the crops. At each of these festivals many victims were
offered in sacrifice, some upon the stone and some by being hurled
into the boiling pool beneath the statue, there to be consumed by the
Snake or swept down the secret course of the underground river. The
feast celebrated in the spring was sacred to Jal, and that in the
autumn to the mother-goddess. But there was this difference between
them--that at the spring ceremony female victims only were sacrificed
to Jal to propitiate him and to avert his evil influence, while at the
autumn celebration males alone were offered up to the mother-goddess
in gratitude for her gifts of plenty. Also criminals were occasionally
thrown to the Snake that his hunger might be satisfied. The priests
had other rites, Olfan added, and these they would have an opportunity
of witnessing if the spring festival, which should be celebrated on
the second day from that date, were held according to custom.

"It shall not be celebrated," said Juanna, almost fiercely.

Then Leonard, who had hitherto listened in silence, asked a question
through Juanna. "How is it," he said, "that Nam and his fellows, being
already in absolute power, were so willing to accept the gods Jal and
Aca when they appeared in person, seeing that henceforth they must
obey, not rule?"

"For two reasons, lord," Olfan answered; "first, because the gods are
gods, and their servants know them; and secondly, because Nam has of
late stood in danger of losing his authority. Of all the chief priests
that have been told of, Nam is the most cruel and the most greedy. For
three years he has doubled the tale of sacrifices, and though the
people love these sights of death, they murmur, for none know upon
whom the knife shall fall. Therefore he was glad to greet the gods
come back, since he thought that they would confirm his power, and set
him higher than he sat before. Now he is astonished because they
proclaim peace and will have none of the sacrifice of men, for Nam
does not love such gentle gods."

"Yet he shall obey them," said Otter, speaking for the first time by
the mouth of Juanna, who all this while was acting as interpreter, "or
drink his own medicine, for I myself will sacrifice him to myself."

When Juanna had translated the dwarf's bloodthirsty threat, Olfan
bowed his head meekly and smiled; clearly the prospect of Nam's
removal did not cause him unmixed grief. It was curious to see this
stately warrior chief humbling his pride before the misshapen, knob-
nosed Kaffir.

"Say, Olfan," asked Leonard, "who cut from the rock the great statue
on which we sat last night, and what is that reptile we saw when the
woman was thrown into the pool of troubled waters?"

"Ask the Water-dweller of the water-dweller, the Snake of the snake,
and the Dwarf of his image," answered Olfan, nodding towards Otter.
"How can I, who am but a man, tell of such things, lord? I only know
that the statue was fashioned in the far past, when we, who are now
but a remnant, were a great people; and as for the Snake, he has
always lived there in his holy place. Our grandfather's grandfathers
knew him, and since that day he has not changed."

"Interesting fact in natural history," said Leonard; "I wish I could
get him home alive to the Zoological Gardens."

Then he asked another question. "Tell me, Olfan, what became of the
red stones yesterday, and of him who offended in offering them to the
god yonder?"

"The most of them were cast into the pit of waters, lord, there to be
hidden for ever. There were three hide sacks full."

"Oh, heavens!" groaned Leonard when Juanna had translated this.
"Otter, you have something to answer for!"

"But the choicest," went on Olfan, "were put in a smaller bag, and
tied about the neck of the man who had sinned. There were not many,
but among them were the largest stones, that until yesterday shone in
the eyes of the idol, stones blue and red together. Also, there was
that stone, shaped like a human heart, which hitherto has been worn by
the high priest on the days of sacrifice, and with it the image of the
Dwarf fashioned from a single gem, and that of the Water-dweller cut
from the great blue stone, and other smaller ones chosen because of
their beauty and also because they have been known for long in the
land. For although many of these pebbles are found where the priests
dig for them, but few are large and perfect, and the art of shaping
them is lost."

"And what became of the man?" Leonard asked, speaking as quietly as he
could, for his excitement was great.

"Nay, I do not know," answered Olfan. "I only know that he was let
down with ropes into the home of the Snake, and that he gained that
holy place, for it was told to me that he dragged rope after him,
perhaps as he fled before the Snake.

"Now it was promised to the man that when he had laid the bag of
stones in the place of the Snake, for the Snake to guard for ever, his
sins would be purged, and, if it pleased the Water-dweller to spare
him, that he should be drawn up again. Thus Nam swore to him, but he
did not keep his oath, for when the man had entered the cave he bade
those who held the ropes to cast them loose, and I know not what
happened to him, but doubtless he is food for the Snake. None who look
upon that holy place may live to see the sun again."

"I only hope that the brute did not swallow the rubies as well as
their bearer," said Leonard to Juanna; "not that there is much chance
of our getting them, anyway."

Then Olfan went, nor did he return till the afternoon, when he
announced that Nam and his two principal priests waited without to
speak with them. Juanna ordered that they should be admitted, and
presently they came in. Their air was humble, and their heads were
bowed; but Leonard saw fury gleaming in their sombre eyes, and was not
deceived by this mask of humility.

"We come, O ye gods," said Nam, addressing Juanna and Otter, who sat
side by side on the throne-like chairs: "we come to ask your will, for
ye have laid down a new law which we do not understand. On the third
day from now is the feast of Jal, and fifty women are made ready to be
offered to Jal that his wrath may be appeased with their blood, and
that he may number their spirits among his servants, and withhold his
anger from the People of the Mist, giving them a good season. This has
been the custom of the land for many a generation, and whenever that
custom was broken then the sun has not shone, nor the corn grown, nor
have the cattle and the goats multiplied after their kind. But now, O
ye gods, ye have proclaimed a new law, and I, who am yet your servant,
come hither to ask your will. How shall the feast go, and what
sacrifice shall be offered unto you?"

"The feast shall go thus," answered Juanna. "Ye shall offer us a
sacrifice indeed; to each of us shall ye offer an ox and a goat, and
the ox and the goat shall be given to the Snake to feed him, but not
the flesh of men; moreover, the feast shall be held at noon and not in
the night-time."

"An ox and a goat--to each an ox and a goat!" said Nam humbly, but in
a voice of bitterest sarcasm. "As ye will so let it be, O ye gentle-
hearted gods. And the festival shall be held at noon, and not in the
night season as of old. As ye will, O ye kind gods. Your word is my
law, O Aca, and O Jal;" and bowing to the ground the aged man withdrew
himself, followed by his satellites.

"That devilish priest makes my flesh creep," said Juanna, when she had
translated his words.

"Oh! Baas, Baas," echoed Otter, "why did you not shoot him while you
might? Now he will surely live to throw us to the Snake."

As he spoke Soa advanced from behind the thrones where she had taken
refuge when Nam entered.

"It is not well for a dog who gives himself out as a god to threaten
the life of one whom he has tricked," said she meaningly. "Perchance
the hour shall come when the true god will avenge himself on the
false, and by the hand of his faithful servant, whom you would do to
death, you base-born dwarf." And before anyone could answer she left
the chamber, casting a malevolent look at Otter as she went.

"That servant of yours makes /my/ flesh creep, Juanna," said Leonard.
"One thing is clear enough, we must not allow her to overhear any more
of our plans; she knows a great deal too much already."

"I cannot understand what has happened to Soa," said Juanna; "she
seems so changed."

"You made that remark before, Juanna; but for my part I don't think
she is changed. The sight of her amiable parent has developed her
hidden virtues, that is all."



                             CHAPTER XXV

                  THE SACRIFICE AFTER THE NEW ORDER

The third day came, the day of sacrifice after the new order. Nothing
particular had happened in the interval: Leonard and Francisco took
some walks through the city, guarded by Peter and the Settlement men;
that was all.

They did not see much there, except the exteriors of the houses built
of stone and roofed with turves, and the cold stare of curiosity with
which they were followed by hundreds of eyes gave them a sense of
unrest that effectually checked their efforts at closer examination.
Once indeed they halted in the market-place, which was thronged;
whereon all business ceased, and seller, buyer, herdsmen, and
presiding priests flocked around staring at them, half in fear and
half in curiosity, for they had never seen white men before. This they
could not bear, so they returned to the palace.

Of course Otter and Juanna, being divine, were not allowed to indulge
in such recreations. They were gods and must live up to their
reputation. For one day Otter endured it; on the second, in spite of
Leonard's warnings, he sought refuge in the society of the bridge
Saga. This was the beginning of evil, for if no man is a hero to his
/valet de chambre/, much less can he remain a god for long in the eyes
of a curious woman. Here, as in other matters, familiarity breeds
contempt.

Leonard saw these dangers and spoke seriously to the dwarf on the
subject. Still he could not conceal from himself that, putting aside
the question of his /ennui/, which made his conduct natural, at any
rate in a savage, Otter's position was a difficult one. So Leonard
shrugged his shoulders and consoled himself as best he could with the
reflection that, at least, his wife would teach the dwarf something of
her language, which, by the way, he himself was practising assiduously
under the tuition of Juanna and Soa.

At noon the party adjourned to the temple, escorted by a bevy of
priests and soldiers, for in obedience to Juanna's commands the feast
was to be celebrated in the daytime and not at night. As before, the
vast amphitheatre was crowded with thousands of human beings, but
there was a difference in the arrangements.

Juanna and Otter had declined to occupy their lofty thrones, and sat
in chairs at the feet of the huge and hideous stone idol, almost on
the edge of the pool, Nam alone standing before them, while Leonard,
Francisco, and the Settlement men ranged themselves on either side.
The day was cold and miserable, and snow fell from time to time in
large flakes from an ashen sky.

Presently Nam addressed the multitude.

"People of the Mist," he cried, "ye are gathered here to celebrate the
feast of Jal, according to ancient custom, but the gods have come back
to you, as ye know, and the gods in their wisdom have changed the
custom. Fifty women were prepared for the sacrifice; this morning they
rose rejoicing, deeming that they were destined to the Snake, but now
their joy is turned to sorrow, since the gods will not accept them,
having chosen a new offering for themselves. Let it be brought
forward."

At his word lads appeared from behind the idol, driving two lean
bulls, and with them a pair of he-goats.

Whether by accident or design, they drove them so unskilfully that the
animals blundered hither and thither over the rocky platform till they
were finally despatched with blows from clubs and axes--that is,
except one goat, which, escaping its pursuers, rushed down the
amphitheatre and scrambled from seat to seat among the audience,
uttering a succession of terrified "baa's." Indeed the scene was so
comic that even that sombre and silent people began to laugh,
accustomed as they were on these occasions to the hideous and
impressive ceremonial of the midnight sacrifice of so many human
beings.

The ancient feast was a fiasco; this was a fact which could not be
concealed.

"Begone, ye People of the Mist," said Nam presently, pointing to the
dead animals. "The sacrifice is sacrificed, the festival of Jal is
done. May the Mother plead with the Snake that the sun may shine and
fruitfulness bless the land!"

Now scarcely ten minutes had elapsed since the beginning of the
ceremony, which in the ordinary course of events lasted through the
greater part of the night, for it was the custom to slaughter each
victim singly and with appropriate solemnities. A murmur of
disapprobation arose from the far end of the amphitheatre, that
swelled gradually to a roar. The people had been thankful to accept
Juanna's message of peace, but, brutalised as they were by the
continual sight of bloodshed, they were not willing to dispense with
their carnivals of human sacrifice. A Roman audience gathered to
witness a gladiatorial show, to find themselves treated instead to a
donkey-race and a cock-fight, could scarcely have shown more fury.

"Bring out the women! Let the victims be offered up to Jal as of old,"
the multitude yelled in their rage, and ten minutes or more elapsed
before they could be quieted.

Then Nam addressed them cunningly.

"People of the Mist," he said, "the gods have given us a new law, a
law of the sacrifice of oxen and goats in the place of men and maids,
and ye yourselves have welcomed that law. No longer shall the blood of
victims flow to Jal beneath the white rays of the moon while the chant
of his servants goes up to heaven. Nay, henceforth this holy place
must be a shambles for the kine. So be it, my children; in my old age
I hear the gods speaking in an altered voice and I obey them. It is
nothing to me who am about to die, yet I tell you that rather would I
myself be stretched upon the ancient stone than see the worship of our
forefathers thus turned into a mockery. The sacrifice is sacrificed:
now may the Maid intercede with the Snake that plenty may bless the
land." And he smiled satirically and turned away.

Those of the audience who were near enough to hear his words cried
them out to the ranks behind them, and when all understood there
followed a scene of most indescribable tumult.

"Blood, give us blood!" roared the populace, their fierce faces alight
with rage. "Shall we be mocked with the sacrifice of goats? Offer up
the servants of the false gods. Give us blood! Lead forth the
victims!"

In the midst of this uproar Juanna, clad in her white robes and with
the red stone bound upon her brow, rose from her seat to speak.

"Silence!" cried Nam, "hear the voice of Aca;" and by degrees the
shouting died away, and she spoke.

"Do ye dare thus to offer outrages to the gods?" she cried. "Be warned
lest we bring death and famine upon you all. Men shall be offered up
to us no more. I have spoken."

For a while there was silence, then the clamour broke out with
redoubled violence, and a portion of the multitude made a rush round
the edge of the pool towards the rock platform, which was repelled by
the soldiers in a very half-hearted way.

"Now," said Olfan, "I think that these will do well to be going," and
he pointed to Leonard, Francisco, and the Settlement men. "Doubtless
the gods can defend themselves, but if the others do not fly this is
sure, that presently they will be torn to pieces."

"Let us all go," said Juanna, whose nerve began to fail her; and
suiting the action to the word she led the way towards the rock
tunnel, followed by the others.

They were not allowed to reach it unmolested, however, for a number of
the crowd, headed, as Leonard noticed, by two priests, forced their
way through the cordon of guards and became mixed with the rear of
their little party, the members of which they threatened and struck at
savagely. This happened just as they were entering the mouth of the
tunnel, behind the statue where the gloom was great.

This tunnel was protected by a door, which, so soon as they thought
that all had passed, Olfan and Leonard made haste to close, leaving
the mob howling without. Then they pressed on to the palace, which
they reached in safety, Olfan remaining behind, however, to watch the
movements of the mob.

"Oh! why would not you suffer them to sacrifice according to their
wicked custom, Shepherdess?" said Otter. "What does it matter if they
kill each other? So shall there be fewer of them. Now the end of it
must be that the devils will find us out and murder us."

"No, no," said Francisco, "the senora was right. Let us trust in
Providence and keep ourselves clean from such iniquity."

As he spoke the roars of wrath in the distance changed to a shout of
triumph followed by silence.

"What is that?" said Juanna faintly. At this moment Olfan pushed the
curtains aside and entered, and his face was heavy.

"Speak, Olfan," she said.

"The people sacrifice as of old, Queen," he answered. "All of us did
not pass the gate; two of your black servants were mixed up with the
crowd and left, and now they offer them to Jal, and others with them."

Leonard ran to the yard and counted the Settlement men, who were
huddled together in their fear, staring towards the temple through the
bars of the gate. Two were missing.

As he returned he met Olfan coming out.

"Where is he going?" he asked of Juanna.

"To guard the gates. He says that he cannot be sure of the soldiers.
Is it true about the Settlement men?"

"Alas! yes. Two are gone."

She hid her face in her hands and shuddered.

"Poor creatures!" she said presently in a hoarse voice. "Why did we
ever bring them here? Oh! Leonard, is there no escape from this land
of demons?"

"I hope so," he answered; then added, "Come, Juanna, do not give way.
Things look so bad that they are sure to mend."

"There is need of it," she sobbed.

All that evening and night they watched, hourly expecting to be
attacked and dragged forth to sacrifice, but no attack was made.
Indeed, on the morrow they learnt from Olfan that the people had
dispersed after sacrificing about a score of human beings, and that
quiet reigned in the city.

Now began the most dreadful of their trials, and the longest, for it
endured five whole weeks. As has been said, the climate of these vast
upland plains, backed by snow-clad mountains, that are the dwelling-
place of the People of the Mist, is cold during the winter months to
the verge of severity. But at a certain period of a year, almost
invariably within a day or two of the celebration of the feast of Jal,
the mists and frost vanish and warm weather sets in with bright
sunshine.

This is the season of the sowing of crops, and upon the climatic
conditions of the few following weeks depends the yield of the
harvest. Should the spring be delayed even a week or two, a short crop
would certainly result, but if its arrival is postponed for a month,
it means something like a famine during the following winter. For
although this people dwell on high lands they cultivate the same sorts
of grain which are common in these latitudes, namely maize and sundry
varieties of Kaffir corn, having no knowledge of wheat and the other
hardy cereals. Therefore, it is all important to them that the corn
should have a fair start, for if the autumn frosts catch it before it
is fit to harvest the great proportion of the crop turns black and is
rendered useless.

These agricultural details had no small bearing upon the fate of our
adventurers. The feast of Jal was celebrated in order to secure a good
seed-bed and springing time for the grain. Juanna and Otter had
abolished the hideous ceremonies of that feast, and the People of the
Mist watched for the results with a gloomy and superstitious eye. If
the season proved more than ordinarily good, all might go well, but if
it chanced to be bad----!

And, as was to be expected, seeing how much depended upon it, this
spring proved the very worst which any living man could remember in
that country. Day after day the face of the sun was hidden with mists
that only yielded to the bitter winds which blew from the mountains at
night, so that when the spring should have been a month old, the
temperature was still that of mid-winter and the corn would not start
at all.

Leonard and Juanna soon discovered what this meant for them, and never
was the aspect of weather more anxiously scanned than by these two
from day to day. In vain; every morning the blanket of cold mist fell
like a cloud, blotting out the background of the mountains, and every
night the biting wind swept down upon them from the fields of snow,
chilling them to the marrow.

This state of things--wretched enough it itself--was only one of many
miseries which afflicted them. Otter and Juanna were still treated as
gods indeed, and considerable respect was shown to Leonard and
Francisco, that is, within the walls of the palace. But if, wearied
with the monotony of their life, they went out, which they did twice
only during these five dreadful weeks, matters were different. Then
they found themselves followed by a mob of men, women, and children,
who glared at them ferociously and cursed them aloud, asking what they
had their gods had done with the sunshine.

On the second occasion indeed they were forced to fly for their lives,
and after this they gave up making the attempt to walk abroad, and sat
in the palace with Juanna and Otter, who of course never dared to
leave it.

It was a terrible life; there was nothing to do, nothing to read, and
only anxieties to think on. The greater part of the day Leonard and
Juanna occupied in talking, for practice, in the language of the
People of the Mist. When their conversation was exhausted they told
each other tales of their adventures in past years, or even invented
stories like children and prisoners; indeed they were prisoners--
prisoners, as they feared, under sentence of death.

They grew to know each other very well during those five weeks, so
well indeed that each could almost guess the other's thoughts. But no
tender word ever passed their lips. On this subject, whatever their
hearts might feel, their tongues were sealed, and in their curious
perversity the chief object of each was to disguise the truth from the
other. Moreover, Leonard never for one moment forgot that Juanna was
his ward, a fact that in itself would have sufficed to cause him to
conceal any tender emotions he might have felt towards her.

So they lived side by side, lovers at heart, yet talking and acting as
brother and sister might, and through it all were still happy after a
fashion because they were together.

But Soa was not happy. She felt that her mistress no longer trusted
her, and was at no loss to guess the cause. Day by day she stood
behind them like a mummy at an Egyptian feast, and watched Leonard
with ever-growing jealousy.

Francisco for his part did not attempt to conceal his fears. He was
certain that they were about to perish and sought consolation in the
constant practice of religion, which was edifying but scarcely
improved him as a companion. As for Otter, he also believed that the
hour of death was nigh, but being a fatalist this did not trouble him
much. On the contrary, in spite of Leonard's remonstrances he began to
live hard, betaking himself freely to the beer-pot. When Leonard
remonstrated with him he turned somewhat sulky.

"To-day I am a god, Baas," he answered, "to-morrow I may be carrion.
While I am a god, let me drink and be merry. All my days also women
have cursed me because I am ugly, but now my wife holds me great and
beautiful. What is the good of thinking and looking sad? The end will
come soon enough. Already Nam sharpens the knife for our hearts. Come
and be merry with me, Baas, if the Shepherdess will let you."

"Do you take me for a pig like yourself?" said Leonard angrily. "Well,
go your own way, foolish that you are, but beware of the beer and the
spirits. Now you are beginning to know this language, and when you are
drunk you talk, and do you think that there are no spies here? That
girl, Saga, is great-niece to Nam, and you are besotted with her. Be
careful lest you bring us all to death."

"Thither we shall come any way, so let us laugh before we weep, Baas,"
Otter replied sullenly. "Must I then sit here and do nothing till I
die?"

Leonard shrugged his shoulders and went. He could not blame the dwarf,
who after all was a savage and looked at things as a savage would,
notwithstanding Francisco's earnest efforts to convert him. He
sometimes wished, so deep was his depression, that he also was a
savage and could do likewise.

But the worst of their trials is still to be told. For the first week
the Settlement men stayed in the palace, their fears and the rumours
that had reached them of the terrible fate of their two lost
companions keeping them quiet. By degrees, however, this dread wore
off, and one afternoon, wearied with the sameness of their life, they
yielded to the solicitations of some men who spoke to them through the
bars of the great gate, and went out in a body without obtaining
Leonard's permission. That night they returned drunk--at least ten of
them dead; the other two were missing. When they were sober again,
Leonard questioned them as to the whereabouts of their companions, but
they could give him no satisfactory information. They had been into
various houses in the city, they said, where the people had plied them
with beer, and they remembered nothing more.

These two men never reappeared, but the rest of them, now thoroughly
frightened, obeyed Leonard's orders and stayed in the palace, although
the decoy men still came frequently to the gates and called them. They
passed the days in wandering about and drinking to drown their fears,
and the nights huddled together for protection from an unseen foe,
more terrible and craftier than the leopard of their native rocks. But
these precautions were all in vain.

One morning, hearing a tumult among them, Leonard went to see what was
the matter. Three more of the Settlement men were missing; they had
vanished in the night, none could say how, vanished though the doors
were barred and guarded. There where they had slept lay their guns and
little possessions, but the men were gone, leaving no trace. When he
was consulted Olfan looked very grave, but could throw no light upon
the mystery beyond suggesting that there were many secret passages in
the palace, of which the openings were known only to the priests, and
that possibly the men had been let down them--terrible information
enough for people in their position.



                             CHAPTER XXVI

                    THE LAST OF THE SETTLEMENT MEN

On that day of the vanishing of the three Settlement men, Nam paid his
weekly visit to "do honour to the gods," and Leonard, who by this time
could make himself understood in the tongue of the People of the Mist,
attacked him as to the whereabouts of their lost servants.

When he had finished, the priest answered with a cruel smile that he
knew nothing of the matter. "Doubtless," he said, "the gods had
information as to the fate of their own servants--it was not for him
to seek those whom the gods had chosen to put away."

Then turning the subject, he went on to ask when it would please the
Mother to intercede with the Snake that he might cause the sun to
shine and the corn to spring, for the people murmured, fearing a
famine in the land.

Of course Juanna was able to give no satisfactory answer to the
priest's questions, and after this the quarters of the Settlement men
were changed, and for a few days the survivors slept in safety. On the
third night, however, two more of them were taken in the same
mysterious manner, and one of those who remained swore that, hearing
something stir, he woke and saw the floor open and a vision of great
arms dragging his sleeping companions through the hole in it, which
closed again instantly. Leonard hurried to the spot and made a
thorough examination of the stone blocks of the pavement, but could
find no crack in them. And yet, if the man had dreamed, how was the
mystery to be explained?

After this, with the exception of Otter, who, sure of the fate that
awaited them, took little heed of how or when it might fall, none of
the party could even sleep because of their terror of the unseen foe
who struck in silence and in darkness, dragging the victim to some
unknown awful end. Leonard and Francisco took it in turns to watch
each other's slumbers, laying themselves to rest outside the curtain
of Juanna's room. As for the survivors of the Settlement men, their
state can scarcely be described. They followed Leonard about,
upbraiding him bitterly for leading them into this evil land and
cursing the hour when first they had seen his face. It would have been
better, they said, that he should have left them to their fate in the
slave camp than have brought them here to die thus; the Yellow Devil
was at least a man, but these people were sorcerers and lost spirits
in human shape.

Nor did the horror stop here, for at last the headman Peter, a man
whom they all liked and respected, went mad with fear and ran to and
fro in the palace yard while the guards and women watched him with
curious eyes as he shrieked out curses upon Juanna and Leonard. This
shocking scene continued for some hours, for his companions would not
interfere with him, vowing that he was possessed by a spirit, till at
length he put a period to it by suddenly committing suicide. In vain
did Leonard caution the survivors to keep their heads and watch at
night. They flew to the beer which was supplied to them in plenty, and
drank till they were insensible. And still one by one they vanished
mysteriously, till at length all were gone.

Never might Leonard forget his feelings when one day at dawn, in the
fifth week of their incarceration, he hurried as usual to the chamber
where the last two of the unfortunate men were accustomed to sleep,
and found them not. There were their blankets, there was the place
where they had been, and on it, laid carefully in the form of a St.
Andrew's cross by some unknown hand, shone two huge sacrificial knives
such as the priests wore at their girdles.

Sick and faint with fear he staggered back to the throne-room.

"Oh! what is it now?" said Juanna, who, early as it was, had risen
already, looking at him with terrified eyes and trembling lips.

"Only this," he answered hoarsely; "the last two have been taken, and
here is what was left in the place of them," and he cast down the
knives on to the pavement.

Then at last Juanna gave way. "Oh! Leonard, Leonard," she said,
weeping bitterly, "they were my father's servants whom I have known
since I was a child, and I have brought them to this cruel end. Cannot
you think of any way of getting out of this place? If not, I shall die
of fear. I can sleep no more. I feel that I am watched at night,
though I cannot tell by whom. Last night I thought that I heard some
one moving near the curtain where you and Francisco lie, though Soa
declares that it is fancy."

"It is impossible," said Leonard; "Francisco was on guard. Ah! here he
comes."

As he spoke Francisco entered the room with consternation written on
his face.

"Outram," he gasped, "some one must have been in the throne chamber
where we slept last night. All the rifles have gone, ours and those of
the Settlement men also."

"Great heavens!" said Leonard, "but you were watching."

"I suppose that I must have dozed for a few moments," answered the
priest; "it is awful, awful; they are gone and we are weaponless."

"Oh! can we not escape?" moaned Juanna.

"There is no hope of it," answered Leonard gloomily. "We are
friendless here except for Olfan, and he has little real power, for
the priests have tampered with the captains and the soldiers who fear
them. How can we get out of this city? And if we got out what would
become of us, unarmed and alone? All that we can do is to keep heart
and hope for the best. Certainly they are right who declare that no
good comes of seeking after treasure; though I believe that we shall
live to win it yet," he added.

"What! Deliverer," said a satirical voice behind him, "do you still
desire the red stones, who whose heart's blood shall soon redden a
certain stone yonder? Truly the greed of the white man is great."

Leonard looked round. It was Soa who spoke, Soa who had been listening
to their talk, and she was glaring at him with an expression of
intense hate in her sullen eyes. A thought came into his mind. Was it
not possible that this woman had something to do with their
misfortunes? How came it about that the others were taken while she
was left?"

"Who gave you leave, Soa," he said, looking her fixedly in the face,
"to hearken to our words and thrust yourself into our talk?"

"You have been glad enough of my counsels hitherto, White Man," she
answered furiously. "Who told you the tale of this people? And who led
you to their land? Was it I or another?"

"You, I regret to say," said Leonard coolly.

"Yes, White Man, I led you here that you might steal the treasure of
my people like a thief. I did it because the Shepherdess my mistress
forced me to the deed, and in those days her will was my law. For her
and you I came here to my death, and what has been my reward? I am put
away from her, she has no kind word for me now; you are about her
always, you hold her counsel, but to me her mind is as a shut door
that I can no longer open. Ay! you have poisoned her against me, you
and that black swine whom they call a god.

"Moreover, because she has learned to love you, white thief, wanderer
without a kraal as you are, at your bidding she has also learned to
hate me. Beware, White Man, I am of this people, and you know their
temper, it is not gentle; when they hate they find a means to be
revenged," and she ceased, gasping with rage.

Indeed, at that moment Soa would have made no bad model for a statue
of one of the furies of Greek mythology.

Then Juanna attempted to interfere, but Leonard waved her back.

"So," he said, "as I thought, you are at the bottom of all this
business. Perhaps you will not mind telling us what has become of your
friends, the Settlement men, or, if you feel a delicacy on that point,
how it is that you have escaped while they have vanished."

"I know nothing of the Settlement men," answered the Fury, "except
that they have been taken and sacrificed as was their meed, and as yet
I have lifted no hand and said no word against you, though a breath
from me would have swept you all to doom. Hitherto I have been spared
for the same reason that you and Bald-pate yonder have been spared--
because we are the body-servants of the false gods, and are reserved
to perish with them when the lie is discovered; or perhaps to live
awhile, set in cages in the market-place, to be mocked by the passers-
by and to serve as a warning to any whose monkey hearts should dare to
plot sacrilege against the divinity of Aca and Jal.

"Now, Shepherdess, take your choice. As you know well, I have loved
you from a babe and I love you yet, though you have scorned me for
this man's sake. Take your choice, I say; cling to me and trust me,
giving the Deliverer to the priests, and I will save you. Cling to
him, and I will bring shame and death upon you all, for my love shall
turn to hate."

At this juncture Leonard quietly drew his revolver, though at the time
nobody noticed it except Francisco. Indeed by now Juanna was almost as
angry as Soa herself.

"How dare you speak to me thus?" she said, stamping her foot, "you
whom from a child I have thought good and have trusted. What do you
say? That I must give him who saved me from death over to death, in
order that I may buy back your love and protect myself. You evil
woman, I tell you that first I will die as I would have died yonder in
the slave camp," and she ceased, for her indignation was too great to
allow her to say more.

"So be it, Shepherdess," said Soa solemnly, "I hear you. It was to be
expected that you would prefer him whom you love to her who loves you.
Yet, Shepherdess, was it not I after all who saved you yonder in the
slave camp? Doubtless I dream, but it seems to me that when those men
who are dead deserted you, running this way and that in their fear--
and, Shepherdess, it is for this that I am glad they are dead, and
lifted no hand to save them--I followed you alone. It seems to me
that, having followed you far till I could walk no more for hunger and
weariness, I used my wit and bribed a certain white man, of the sort
who would sell their sisters and blaspheme their mothers for a reward,
to attempt your rescue.

"I bribed him with a gem of great price--had there been ten of them,
that gem would have bought them all--and with the gem I told him the
secret of the treasure which is here. He took the bribe, and being
brave and desperate, he drew you out of the clutches of the Yellow
Devil, though in that matter also I had some part; and then you loved
him. Ah! could I have foreseen it, Shepherdess, I had left you to die
in the slave camp, for then you had died loving me who now hate me and
cast me off for the sake of this white thief."

Leonard could bear it no longer, and in the interests of their common
safety he came to a desperate resolve. With an exclamation, he lifted
the pistol and covered Soa. Both Francisco and Juanna saw the act and
sprang to him, the latter exclaiming, "Oh! what are you going to do?"

"I propose to kill this woman before she kills us, that is all," he
answered coldly.

"No! no!" cried Juanna, "she has been faithful to me for many years. I
cannot see her shot."

"Let the butcher do his work," mocked Soa; "it shall avail him little.
Doubtless he is angry because I have spoken the truth about him," and
she folded her arms upon her breast, awaiting the bullet.

"What is to be done?" said Leonard desperately. "If I do not shoot
her, she will certainly betray us."

"Then let her betray," said Francisco; "it is written that you shall
do no murder."

"If you fear to shoot a woman, send for your black dog, White Man,"
mocked Soa. "He would have killed my father, and doubtless this task
also will be to his liking."

"I can't do it. Get a rope and tie her up, Francisco," said Leonard.
"We must watch her day and night; it will be a pleasant addition to
our occupations. After all it is only one more risk, which is no great
matter among so many. I fancy the game is about played out, anyhow."

Francisco went for the rope and presently returned accompanied by
Otter. A month of furious dissipation had left its mark even on the
dwarf's iron frame. His bright black eyes were bloodshot and unsteady,
his hand shook, and he did not walk altogether straight.

"You have been drinking again, you sot," said Leonard. "Go back to
your drink; we are in sorrow here and want no drunkards in our
company. Now then, Francisco, give me that rope."

"Yes, Baas, I have been drinking," answered the dwarf humbly; "it is
well to drink before one dies, since we may not drink afterwards and I
think that the hour of death is at hand. Oh! Shepherdess of the
heavens, they said down yonder at the Settlement that you were a great
rain-maker: now if you can make the rain to fall, can you not make the
sun to shine? Wind and water are all very well, but we have too much
of them here."

"Hearken," said Leonard, "while you revelled, the last of Mavoom's men
vanished, and these are left in their place," and he pointed to the
knives.

"Is it so, Baas?" answered Otter with a hiccough. "Well, they were a
poor lot, and we shall not miss them. And yet I wish I were a man
again and had my hands on the throat of that wizard Nam. /Wow!/ but I
would squeeze it."

"It is your throat that will be squeezed soon, Otter," said Leonard.
"Look here, god or no god, get you sober or I will beat you."

"I am sober, Baas, I am indeed. Last night I was drunk, to-day nothing
is left but a pain here," and he tapped his great head. "Why are you
tying up that old cow Soa, Baas?"

"Because she threatens to use her horns, Otter. She says that she will
betray us all."

"Indeed, Baas! Well, it is in my mind that she has betrayed us
already. Why do you not kill her and have done?"

"Because the Shepherdess here will have none of it," answered Leonard;
"also I do not like the task."

"I will kill her if you wish, Baas," said Otter with another hiccough.
"She is wicked, let her die."

"I have told you that the Shepherdess will have none of it. Listen: we
must watch this woman; we will guard her to-day and you must take your
turn to-night--it will keep you from your drink."

"Yes, Baas, I will watch, though it would be better to kill her at
once, for thus we should be spared trouble."

Then they bound Soa securely and set her in a corner of the throne
chamber, and all that day Leonard and Francisco mounted guard over her
alternately. She made no resistance and said nothing; indeed it seemed
as if a certain lassitude had followed her outbreak of rage, for she
leaned her head back and slept, or made pretence to sleep.

The day passed uneventfully. Olfan visited them as usual, and told
them that the excitement grew in the city. Indeed the unprecedented
prolongation of the cold weather was driving the people into a state
of superstitious fury that must soon express itself in violence of one
form or another, and the priests were doing everything in their power
to foment the trouble. No immediate danger was to be apprehended,
however.

After sundown Leonard and Francisco went out into the courtyard to
inspect the weather according to their custom. There was no sign of a
change; the wind blew as bitterly as ever from the mountains, the sky
was ashen, and the stars seemed far off and cold.

"Will it never break?" said Leonard with a sigh, and re-entered the
palace, followed by Francisco.

Then, having solemnly cautioned Otter to keep a strict guard over Soa,
they wrapped themselves up in their blankets in order to get some
rest, which both of them needed sadly. Juanna had retired already,
laying herself to sleep immediately on the other side of the curtain,
for she feared to be alone; indeed they could see the tips of her
fingers appearing beneath the bottom of the curtain.

Very soon they were asleep, for even terror must yield at last to the
necessities of rest, and a dense silence reigned over the palace,
broken only by the tramp of the sentries without.

Once Leonard opened his eyes, hearing something move, and instantly
stretched out his hand to assure himself of Juanna's safety. She was
there, for in her sleep her fingers closed instinctively upon his own.
Then he turned round and saw what had disturbed him. In the doorway of
the chamber stood the bride of the Snake, Saga, a lighted torch in one
hand and a gourd in the other, and very picturesque that handsome
young woman looked with her noble figure illumined by the glare of the
torchlight.

"What is the matter?" said Leonard.

"It is all right, Baas," answered Otter; "the old woman here is as
safe as a stone statue yonder and quite as quiet. Saga brings me some
water, that is all. I bade her do so because of the fire that rages
inside me and the pain in my head. Fear not, Baas, I do not drink beer
when I am on guard."

"Beer or water, I wish you would keep your wife at a distance,"
answered Leonard; "come, tell her to be off."

Then he looked at his watch, the hands of which he could just
distinguish by the distant glare of the torch, and went to sleep
again. This took place at ten minutes past eleven. When he awoke again
dawn was breaking and Otter was calling to him in a loud, hoarse
voice.

"Baas," he said, "come here, Baas."

Leonard jumped up and ran to him, to find the dwarf on his feet and
staring vacantly at the wall against which Soa had been sitting. She
was gone, but there on the floor lay the ropes with which she had been
tied.

Leonard sprang at Otter and seized him by the shoulders.

"Wretched man!" he cried, "you have been sleeping, and now she has
escaped and we are lost."

"Yes, Baas, I have been sleeping. Kill me if you wish, for I deserve
it. And yet, Baas, never was I more wide-awake in my life until I
drank that water. I am not wont to sleep on guard, Baas."

"Otter," said Leonard, "that wife of yours has drugged you."

"It may be so, Baas. At least the woman has gone, and, say, whither
has she gone?"

"To Nam, her father," answered Leonard.



                            CHAPTER XXVII

                         FATHER AND DAUGHTER

While Leonard and Otter spoke thus in their amazement, had they but
known it, a still more interesting conversation was being carried on
some three hundred yards away. Its scene was a secret chamber hollowed
in the thickness of the temple wall, and the /dramatis personae/
consisted of Nam, the high priest, Soa, Juanna's servant, and Saga,
wife of the Snake.

Nam was an early riser, perhaps because his conscience would not allow
him to sleep, or because on this occasion he had business of
importance to attend to. At any rate, on the morning in question, long
before the break of dawn, he was seated in his little room alone,
musing; and indeed his thoughts gave him much food for reflection. As
has been said, he was a very aged man, and whatever may have been his
faults, at least he was earnestly desirous of carrying on the worship
of the gods according to the strict letter of the customs which had
descended to him from his forefathers, and which he himself had
followed all his life. In truth, from long consideration of them,
their attributes, and the traditions concerning them, Nam had come to
believe in the actual existence of these gods, although the belief was
a qualified one and somewhat half-hearted. Or, to put it less
strongly, he had never allowed his mind to entertain active doubt of
the spiritual beings whose earthly worship was so powerful a factor in
his own material rule and prosperity, and in that of his class. In its
issues this half-faith of his had been sufficiently real to induce him
to accept Otter and Juanna when they arrived mysteriously in the land.

It had been prophesied that they should arrive thus--that was a fact;
and their outward appearance exactly fitted every detail of the
prophecy--that was another fact; and these two facts together seemed
to point to a conclusion so irresistible that, shrewd and experienced
as he was, Nam, was unable to set it down to mere coincidence.
Therefore in the first rush of his religious enthusiasm he had
accorded a hearty welcome to the incarnations of the divinities whom
for some eighty years he had worshipped as powers spiritual.

But though pious zeal had much to do with this action, as Olfan
informed Juanna, it was not devoid of worldly motives. He desired the
glory of being the discoverer of the gods, he desired also the
consolidation of the rule which his cruelties had shaken, that must
result from their advent.

All this was well enough, but he had never even dreamed that the first
step of these new-born divinities would be to discard the ancient
ceremonial without which his office would become a sinecure and his
power a myth, and even to declare an active hostility against himself.

Were they or were they not gods? This was the question that exercised
his mind. If there was truth in prophesies they should be gods. On the
other hand he could discover nothing particularly divine about their
persons, characters, or attributes--that is to say, nothing
sufficiently divine to deceive Nam himself, whatever impression they
produced upon the vulgar. Thus Juanna might be no more than a very
beautiful woman white in colour, and Otter only what he knew him to be
through his spies, a somewhat dissolute dwarf.

That they had no great power was also evident, seeing that he, Nam,
without incurring the heavenly vengeance, had been able to abstract,
and afterwards to sacrifice comfortably, the greater number of their
servants. Another thing which pleaded against their celestial origin
was that so far, instead of peace and prosperity blessing the land as
it should have done immediately on their arrival, the present season
was proving itself the worst on record, and the country was face to
face with a prospect of famine in the ensuing winter.

And yet, if they were not gods, who were they? Would any human beings
in their senses venture among such people as the Children of the Mist,
merely to play off a huge practical joke of which the finale was
likely to be so serious to themselves? The idea was preposterous,
since they had nothing to gain by so doing, for Nam, it may be
observed, was ignorant of the value of rubies, which to him were only
emblems employed in their symbolical ceremonies. Think as he would, he
could come to no definite conclusion. One thing was clear, however,
that it was now very much to his interest to demonstrate their non-
celestial origin, though to do so would be to stultify himself and to
prove that his judgment was not infallible. Otherwise, did the "gods"
succeed in establishing their power, he and his authority seemed
likely to come to a sudden end in the jaws of that monster, which his
order had fostered for so many generations.

Thus reflected Nam in perplexity of soul, wishing to himself the while
that he had retired from his office before he was called upon to face
questions so difficult and so dangerous.

"I must be patient," he muttered to himself at last; "time will show
the truth, or, if the weather does not change, the people will settle
the matter for me."

As it chanced he had not long to wait, for just then there was a knock
upon his door.

"Enter," he said, arranging his goat-skin robe about his broad
shoulders.

A priest came in bearing a torch, for there was no window to the
chamber, and after him two women.

"Who is this?" said Nam, pointing to the second of the women.

"This is she who is servant to Aca, Father," answered the priest.

"How comes she here?" said Nam again. "I gave no orders that she
should be taken."

"She comes of her own free will, Father, having somewhat to say to
you."

"Fool, how can she speak to me when she does not know our tongue? But
of her presently; take her aside and watch her. Now, Saga, your
report. First, what of the weather?"

"It is grey and pitiless, father. The mist is dense and no sun can be
seen."

"I thought it, because of the cold," and he drew his robe closer round
him. "A few more days of this----" and he stopped, then went on. "Tell
me of Jal, your lord."

"Jal is as Jal was, merry and somewhat drunken. He speaks our language
very ill, yet when he was last in liquor he sang a song which told of
deeds that he, and he whom they name the Deliverer, had wrought
together down in the south, rescuing the goddess Aca from some who had
taken her captive. At least, so I understood that song."

"Perhaps you understood it wrong," answered Nam. "Say, niece, do you
still worship this god?"

"I worship the god Jal, but the man, Dweller in the Waters, I hate,"
she said fiercely.

"Why, how is this? But two days gone you told me that you loved him,
and that there was no such god as this man, and no such man as this
god."

"That was so, father, but since then he has thrust me aside, saying
that I weary him, and courts a handmaid of mine own, and therefore I
demand the life of that handmaiden."

Nam smiled grimly. "Perchance you demand the life of the god also?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, "I would see him dead if it can
be brought about."

Again Nam smiled. "Truly, niece, your temper is that of my sister,
your grandmother, who brought three men to sacrifice because she grew
jealous of them. Well, well, these are strange times, and you may live
to see your desire satisfied by the death of the god. Now, what of
that woman? How comes she to be with you?"

"She was bound by the order of Aca, father, and Jal was set to watch
her; but I drugged Jal, and loosing her bonds I led her down the
secret way, for she desires to speak to you."

"How can that be, niece? Can I then understand her language?"

"Nay, father, but she understands ours. Had she been bred in the land
she could not speak it better."

Nam looked astonished, and going to the door he called to the priest
without to lead in the stranger.

"You have words to say to me," he said.

"Yes, lord, but not before these. That which I have to say is secret."

Nam hesitated.

"Have no fear, lord," said Soa, reading his thoughts. "See, I am
unarmed."

Then he commanded the others to go, and when the door had closed
behind them, he looked at her inquiringly.

"Tell me, lord, who am I?" asked Soa, throwing the wrapping from her
head and turning her face to the glare of the torchlight.

"How can I know who you are, wanderer? Yet, had I met you by chance, I
should have said that you were of our blood."

"That is so, lord, I am of your blood. Cast your mind back and think
if you can remember a certain daughter whom you loved many years ago,
but who through the workings of your foes was chosen to be a bride to
the Snake," and she paused.

"Speak on," said Nam in a low voice.

"Perchance you can recall, lord, that, moved to it by love and pity,
on the night of the sacrifice you helped that daughter to escape the
fangs of the Snake."

"I remember something of it," he replied cautiously; "but tidings were
brought to me that this woman of whom you speak was overtaken by the
vengeance of the god, and died on her journey."

"That is not so, lord. I am your daughter, and you are none other than
my father. I knew you when I first saw your face, though you did not
know me."

"Prove it, and beware how you lie," he said. "Show me the secret sign,
and whisper the hidden word into my ear."

Then, glancing suspiciously behind her, Soa came to him, and made some
movements with her hands in the shadow of the table. Next bending
forward, she whispered awhile into his ear. When she had finished, her
father looked up, and there were tears in his aged eyes.

"Welcome, daughter," he said. "I thought that I was alone, and that
none of my issue lived anywhere upon the earth. Welcome! Your life is
forfeit to the Snake, but, forgetting my vows, I will protect you, ay,
even at the cost of my own."

Then the two embraced each other with every sign of tenderness, a
spectacle that would have struck anyone acquainted with their
characters as both curious and interesting.

Presently Nam left the chamber, and having dismissed the attendant
priest and his great-niece, Saga, who were waiting outside, he
returned and prayed his daughter to explain the reason of her presence
in the train of Aca.

"First, you shall swear an oath to me, my father," said Soa, "and if
you swear it not, I will tell you no word of my story. You shall swear
by the blood of Aca that you will do nothing against the life of that
Queen with whom I journeyed hither. For the others, you may work your
will upon them, but her you shall not harm."

"Why should I swear this, daughter?" he asked.

"You shall swear it because I, whom you love, love her, and also
because so you shall gain the greater honour."

"Who am I that I should lift my hand against the gods, daughter? I
swear it by the blood of Aca, and if I break my oath, then may Jal
deal with me as once he dealt with Aca."

Then Soa went on freely, for she knew that this was a vow that could
not be broken. Beginning at its commencement, she told him all the
story of her life since, forty years ago, she had fled from among the
People of the Mist, passing on rapidly, however, to that part of it
which had to do with the capture and rescue of Juanna from the slave-
traders, and with the promise that she had made to Leonard as the
price of his assistance. This promise, she was careful to explain, she
had not intended to fulfil until she was forced to do so by Juanna
herself. Then she gave him a minute history of the object and details
of their expedition, down to her final quarrel with Leonard and her
mistress on the previous day.

To say that the old priest was thunderstruck at these extraordinary
revelations would be too little; he was overwhelmed--so overwhelmed
that for a while he could scarcely speak.

"It is fortunate for this jade of a mistress of yours, who dares to
make a mockery of our goddess that she may steal her wealth, that I
have sworn to save her from harm, daughter," he gasped at length,
"else she had died, and swiftly. At least, the others remain to me,"
and he sprang to his feet.

"Stay awhile, father," said Soa, catching his cloak, "what is your
plan?"

"My plan? To drag them to the temple and denounce them. What else is
there to do?"

"And thereby denounce yourself also, who proclaimed them gods. I think
I have a better."

"Tell it then, daughter."

"It is this. Do you pass in before the gods this day, speak humbly to
the gods, praying them to change the face of the heavens that the sun
may shine; telling them also that strange talk has come to your ears
by the mouth of Saga and the other women, of words that have been
spoken by the god Jal, which would seem to show that he is no god, but
that of this you believe nothing as yet. Then say to them that if the
face of the heavens remains grey on the morrow, you will know that
this talk is true, and that they will be brought to the temple, there
to be judged and dealt with according to the finding of the people,
who have heard these things also."

"And what if the weather should change, daughter?"

"It will not change yet awhile; but if that should chance, we must
make another plan."

"Just now I swore to you that I would not harm her whom you love, and
yet, daughter, if she is proved to be a false goddess in the face of
all the multitude, how shall she escape harm, for then her end must be
quick and terrible?"

"She shall escape because she will not be there, father. You have seen
the white man with her--not the Deliverer, the other. Were that man
dressed in the robes of Aca, and sat on high upon the head of the
statue when the light is low, who should say that he was not Aca?"

"Then you would give all the others to death, daughter?"

"Nay, I would save the Deliverer alive, for a while at least."

"And wherefore? You are too subtle for me."

"For this reason, father; he loves her who is named Aca, and trusts to
marry her, to marry her fully according to the custom of his people:
therefore I would that he should see her given to another."

"To another! To whom then?"

"To Olfan the king, who also loves her."

Now Nam held up his hands in perplexity, saying:

"Oh! my daughter, be plain, I pray of you, for I cannot understand
your counsels. Were it not better to give to these people the red
stones which they desire, and send them secretly from the land, saying
that they had vanished into the earth again, for so it seems to me we
should be rid of much shame and trouble?"

"Listen, my father, and I will tell you. Were she whom I love to leave
this land, I should see her face no more, and this madness has come
upon me that I cannot live without the sight of her. Also, how can
these people escape the dangers of the road? But four of them are left
alive, and even were they without our borders, they must journey for
three months before they come to any place where white men live,
passing through swamps and deserts and tribes of wild men. This they
could hardly do with arms such as those whereby the Deliverer slew the
priests, and now their arms are gone, you alone know where, my
father."

"The instruments of which you speak lie in the deep waters of the
temple pool, daughter, for there I caused them to be cast."

"Their arms are gone," said Soa, "they are alone, here they must live
or die. Three of them I will give to death, and the fourth I would
make the wife of the King, seeing that nothing better can be done for
her. Let her be hidden awhile, and then let Olfan take her. As for the
tale that we shall tell of the matter to the ears of the people,
doubtless time will show it. I say that Olfan loves her and will buy
her with a great price, and the price which you must ask shall be that
henceforth he obeys you in everything."

"The scheme is good, daughter; at the least, bearing my oath in mind,
I have none better, though were it not for my oath, either I should
kill them all or set them free. Yet who can say that it shall succeed?
It is in the hands of fate, let it go as fate wills. And now follow
me, that I may place you where you shall dwell in comfort, then after
we have eaten I will speak with these gods whom you have let loose
upon us."

That morning passed heavily enough to the four wretched prisoners in
the palace. For some hours they sat together in the throne-room almost
silent, for they were crushed by misfortune and fear; the toils were
closing on them, and they knew it, nor could they lift a finger to
save themselves.

Francisco knelt and prayed, Leonard and Juanna sat hand in hand
listening to him, while Otter wandered to and fro like an unquiet
spirit, cursing Soa, Saga, and all women in many languages and with a
resource and vigour that struck his hearers as unparalleled. At length
he vanished through the curtains, to get drunk probably, Leonard
reflected.

However, the dwarf sought not drink, but vengeance. A few minutes
later, hearing screams in the courtyard, Leonard ran out to find
himself witness to a curious scene. There on the ground, surrounded by
a group of other women, her companions, who were laughing at her
discomfiture, lay the stately Saga, bride of the Snake. Over her stood
her lord and master, the god Jal, his left hand twisted in her long
hair, while with his right, in which he grasped a leather thong,
despite her screams and entreaties, he administered to her one of the
soundest and, be it added, best deserved thrashings that ever fell to
the lot of erring woman.

"What are you doing?" said Leonard.

"I am teaching this wife of mine that it is not well to drug a god,
Baas," gasped Otter; then added with a final and most ferocious cut,
"There, get you gone, witch, and let me see your ugly face no more."

The woman rose and went, cursing and weeping, while the dwarf followed
Leonard back into the throne-room.

"You have done it now, Otter," said Leonard. "Well, it does not much
matter. I fancy she is gone for good, any way."

"Yes, Baas, she has gone, and she has gone sore," replied Otter with a
faint grin.

At that moment a messenger arrived announcing that Nam was without
waiting for an audience.

"Let him be admitted," said Juanna with a sigh, and seated herself on
one of the thrones, Otter clambering into the other.

They had scarcely taken their places when the curtains were thrown
back and the ancient priest entered, attended by about a score of his
fellows. He bowed himself humbly before Juanna and the dwarf and then
spoke.

"Oh! ye gods," he said, "I come in the name of the People of the Mist
to take counsel with you. Why it is we do not know, but things have
gone amiss in the land: the sun does not shine as in past years before
you came to bless us, neither does the grain spring. Therefore your
people are threatened with a famine, and they pray that you may
comfort them out of the store of your wisdom."

"And if we have no comfort to give, Nam?"

"Then, Queen, the people ask that you will be pleased to meet them
to-morrow in the temple at the moon-rise, when the night is one hour
old, that they may talk with you there through the mouth of me, your
servant."

"And if we weary of your temple and will not come, Nam?" asked Juanna.

"Then this is the command of the people, O Aca: that we bring you
thither, and it is a command that may not be disobeyed," answered the
high priest slowly.

"Beware, Nam," replied Juanna; "strange things happen here that call
for vengeance. Our servants pass away like shadows, and in their place
we find such weapons as you carry," and she pointed to the priests'
knives. "We will come to-morrow night at the rising of the moon, but
again I say to you, beware, for now our mercy is but as a frayed rope,
and it were well for you all that the cord should not break."

"Ye know best whither your servants have wandered, O Aca," said the
priest, stretching out his hands in deprecation, and speaking in a
tone of which the humility did not veil the insolence, "for true gods
such as ye are can guard their servants. We thank you for your words,
O ye gods, and we pray you to be merciful to us, for the threats of
true gods are very terrible. And now one little word. I ask justice of
you, O ye gods. She who was given to be bride of the Snake, my niece
who is named Saga, has been cruelly beaten by some evil-doer here in
the palace, as I know, for but now I met her bruised and weeping. I
ask of you then that ye search out this evil-doer and punish him with
death or stripes. Farewell, O ye high gods."

Leonard looked at the priest as he bowed humbly before the thrones,
and a desire to take Otter's advice and kill him entered his heart,
for he knew that he had come to drag them to their trial and perhaps
to doom. He still had his revolver, and it would have been easy to
shoot him, for Nam's broad breast was a target that few could miss.
And yet, what could it help them to shed his blood? There were many to
fill his place if he died, and violence would certainly be answered
with violence. No, he would let him be, and they must bide their fate.



                            CHAPTER XXVIII

                         JUANNA PREVARICATES

The morrow drew towards its evening. Like those that had gone before
it, this day had been misty and miserable, only distinguished from its
predecessors by the fall of some sharp showers of sleet. Now, as the
afternoon waned, the sky began to clear in its accustomed fashion; but
the bitter wind sweeping down the mountains, though it drove away the
fog, gave no promise of any break in the weather. At sunset Leonard
went to the palace gates and looked towards the temple, about the
walls of which a number of people were already gathering, as though in
anticipation of some great event. They caught sight of him, and drew
as near to the gates of the palace as they dared, howling curses and
shaking their fists.

"This is a foretaste of what we must expect to-night, I suppose," said
Leonard to Francisco, who had followed him, as they retreated across
the courtyard. "We are in trouble now, friend. I do not so much care
for my own sake, but it breaks my heart to think of Juanna. What will
be the end of it, I wonder?"

"For me, Outram, the end will be death, of that I am sure; well, I
have long expected it, and I am ready to die. What your fate will be I
cannot say; but as to the Senora, comfort yourself; for many weeks I
have had a presentiment that she will escape safely."

"In that case I am ready enough to go," answered Leonard. "Life is as
dear to me as to other men; but I tell you, Francisco, that I would
pay mine down gladly to-night as the price of her deliverance."

"I know it, Outram; we are both of one mind there, and perhaps before
many hours are over we shall be called upon to practise what we
preach."

By now they had reached the throne-room, where Otter, who for the last
twenty hours had been quite sober, was squatted on the floor at the
foot of his throne, a picture of repentant misery, while Juanna walked
swiftly up and down the long room, lost in reflection.

"Any news, Leonard?" she said as they came in.

"None, except that there are great preparations going on yonder," and
he nodded towards the temple; "also a mob is howling at the gates."

"Oh!" groaned Otter, addressing Juanna, "cannot you, who are named
Shepherdess of the Heavens, prophesy to these people that the weather
will break, and so save us from the Snake?"

"I can prophesy," she answered; "but it will not change to-night, nor,
I think, to-morrow. However, I will try."

Then came a silence: nobody seemed to have anything to say. It was
broken by the entrance of Olfan, whose face showed the disturbance of
his mind.

"What passes, Olfan?" asked Juanna.

"Queen," he answered sadly, "there is great trouble at hand. The
people rave for the blood of you, their gods. Nam told you that ye are
summoned this night to confer with the people. Alas! I must tell you
otherwise. This night ye will be put upon your trial before the
Council of the Elders."

"That we guessed, Olfan, and if the verdict goes against us, what
then?"

"Alas that I must say it! Then, Queen, you will be hurled, all of you,
into the pool of the Snake, to be food for the Snake."

"Cannot you protect us, Olfan?"

"I cannot, O Queen, except with my own life. The soldiers are under my
command indeed; but in this matter they will not obey me, for the
priests have whispered in their ears, and if the sun does not shine
they too must starve next winter. Pardon me, Queen, but if you are
gods, how is it that you need help from me who am but a man? Cannot
the gods then protect themselves and be avenged upon their enemies?"

Juanna looked despairingly at Leonard, who sat by her side pulling at
his beard, as was his fashion when perplexed.

"I think that you had better tell him," he said in English. "Our
situation is desperate. Probably in a few hours he will know us to be
impostors; indeed, he guesses it already. It is better that he should
learn the truth from our own lips. The man is honest; moreover, he
owes his life to us, though it is true that were it not for us he
would never have been in danger of his life. Now we must trust him and
take our chance; if we make a mistake, it does not greatly matter--we
have made so many already."

Juanna bowed her head and thought awhile, then she lifted it and
spoke.

"Olfan," she said, "are we alone? That which I have to say must be
overheard by none."

"We are alone, Queen," he answered, glancing round, "but these walls
have ears."

"Olfan, draw near."

He obeyed, and leaning forward she spoke to him almost in a whisper,
while the others clustered round to hear her words.

"You must call me Queen no more," she said in a voice broken with
humiliation. "I am no goddess, I am but a mortal woman, and this man,"
and she pointed to Otter, "is no god, he is only a black dwarf."

She paused, watching the effect of her words. An expression of
astonishment swept across the king's face, but it was her boldness
rather than the purport of her speech that caused it. Then he smiled.

"Perhaps I have guessed as much," he answered. "And yet I must still
call you by that name, seeing that you are the queen of all women, for
say, where is there another so lovely, so brave, or so great? Here at
least there are none," and he bowed before her with a stately courtesy
that would have become any European gentleman.

Now it was Leonard's turn to look astonished. There was nothing in the
king's words to which he could take objection, and yet he did not like
their tone; it was too full of admiration. Moreover it seemed to him
that Olfan was not in the least disappointed to discover as a fact
that Juanna was only a woman--a supposition which was fully
established by his next speech.

"I am glad to learn from your own lips, Queen, that you are no
goddess, but a mortal lady, seeing that goddesses are far away and we
men must worship them from afar, whereas women--we may love," and
again he bowed.

"My word!" said Leonard to himself, "this king is setting himself up
as my rival. I almost wish I had put things on a more satisfactory
footing; but of course it is absurd. Poor Juanna!"

As for Juanna herself, she started and blushed; here was a new
trouble, but however disagreeable it might prove to be, now was no
time to show displeasure.

"Listen, Olfan," she said, "this is not an hour for pretty speeches
which mean nothing, for it seems that before the light dawns again I
may well be dead and far beyond all love and worship. This is our
tale: we came to your land to seek adventures, and also to win those
red stones that you name the blood of Aca, which among the white
people are much prized as ornaments for their women. That is why I,
who am a woman, urged the Deliverer to undertake this journey, and it
is because of my folly that now we stand in danger of our lives."

"Your pardon, Queen," said Olfan bluntly, "but I would ask you one
question before you tell me the end of your tale. What is this white
man to you?"

Now Juanna was "in a cleft stick"; if she said that Leonard was
nothing to her, it might possibly be better for him, though it was
doubtful whether Olfan would believe her. If, on the other hand, she
said that he was her husband, it might be better for herself, and
protect her from the advances of this dignified savage; but against
this course her pride revolted. Had she not always indignantly
repudiated the validity of that hateful marriage, and though she loved
him, were not she and Leonard in a sense at daggers drawn? Still she
must decide, and quickly; her common-sense told her that under the
circumstances it was her pride which must give way.

"He is my husband," she said boldly.

Olfan's face fell; then a look of doubt came into it, for Juanna's
mode of life, every detail of which was known to him, seemed to
contradict her statement.

Seeing that he did not believe her, Juanna plunged still deeper into
the mire.

"He is my husband," she said again. "This man," and she pointed to
Francisco, "who is a priest among us, married us according to our
customs some six moons since, and Otter yonder was witness to the
marriage."

"Is this so?" asked Olfan.

"It is so, King," replied Francisco. "I married them, and they are man
and wife."

"Yes, yes, it is so," put in Otter, "for I saw it done, and we
celebrated a great sacrifice in honour of that wedding feast. I would
that we could have such another here to-night."

"Fear not, Dwarf," answered Olfan with a touch of irritation, "you
will see enough of sacrifices before all is ended."

Then a new thought struck him, and he added, "You say that the
Deliverer is your husband, Queen, and these men bear witness to it,
all except your lord himself! Now tell me one thing more: do you love
him and would you be sorry if he died?"

Juanna's brow burnt red as the ruby stone upon it, for with the
exception of her black robe she was prepared to proceed to the temple.
But there was no help for it now; she must speak clearly, however much
it shamed her to do so, lest Olfan might take her silence as a hint,
and the "husband" for whom she disavowed affection should be removed
from her life for ever.

"You have little right to put such a question to me, King, yet I will
answer it. I love him, and if he died I should die also."

Leonard suppressed an exclamation with difficulty, for here was Juanna
appearing in a new light indeed.

"I am answered, Queen," said Olfan in tones of deep depression. "Now,
if it pleases you, will you end your tale?"

"There is not much to tell," replied Juanna, heaving a sigh of relief,
for this cross-examination as to her exact relations with Leonard had
been somewhat trying. "The woman Soa, my servant, is of your people;
indeed, she is a daughter to Nam the priest, and fled the land forty
years ago because she was destined to the Snake."

"Where is she now?" interrupted Olfan, looking round.

"We do not know; last night she vanished as our other servants have
vanished."

"Perhaps Nam knows, and if so you may see her again soon. Proceed,
Queen."

"After the Deliverer and I were married, Soa, who had been my nurse
for many years, told us of the Great People her brethren, among whom
she wished to die."

"May her desire be gratified!" put in Otter.

"And said that if we would escort her thither we could buy many such
stones as that upon my brow, which she had brought with her from this
country and given to me. Then it was that I, desiring the playthings,
tormented my husband till he consented to lead me hither, though his
own heart spoke against it. So we came, and the journey was long and
terrible, but at last we reached the cliff yonder which borders the
Land of Mist, and it was then for the first time, when it was too late
to go back, that Soa told us the tale of the gods of your people, and
showed us that either we must do sacrilege and feign to be those gods
come back, as the prophecy promised, or perish miserably. Indeed this
was her plot, to set up false gods over you, having first told the
secret to the priests that she might gain honour with them and save
herself alive.

"And now, Olfan, that is all the tale. We have played the game and we
have lost, or so it seems--that is, unless you help us;" and she
clasped her hands and looked upon him pleadingly.

The king dropped his eyes as though he were not willing to contemplate
the loveliness which, as he now learned, belonged to the white
stranger at Juanna's side.

"Have I not said that my power is little, Queen?" he answered somewhat
sullenly. "Also, why should I help those who came to this land to
trick us, and who have brought the anger of the gods upon its
children?"

"Because we saved your life, Olfan, and you swore to be loyal to us."

"Had it not been for you, Queen, my life would not have been in
danger; moreover, I swore fealty to gods, and now the gods are
mortals, upon whom the true gods will be avenged. Why then should I
help you?"

"Because we have been friends, Olfan. You shall help us for my sake."

"For your sake, Queen," he said bitterly, "for your sake, who tell me
that you are this man's wife and that you love him to the death. Nay,
this is much to ask. Had it been otherwise, had you been unwed and
willing to look upon me, the king of this land, with favour, then
doubtless I had died for your sake if there were need. But now--! Have
you then no better reasons to show why I should risk my life for you
and for these men?"

"I have two more reasons, King, and if they are not enough, then leave
us to our fate, and let us, who must prepare to die, waste no more
breath in words. The first is that we are your friends and have
trusted you, saving your life at the danger of our own and telling you
this tale of our own free will. Therefore in the name of friendship,
which you should hold sacred, who are no common man but a king, we
demand your help, we who have put our lives in the hollow of your
hand, knowing that you are of noble mind and will not betray us.

"The second is that our interest is your interest: we strive against
Nam and the priests, and so do you. If Nam conquers us to-day,
to-morrow it will be your turn, and the Snake, whose fangs we must
feel, shall in days to come feed upon you also. Now is the hour of
destiny for you and your descendants: cling to us and break the yoke
of Nam and the priests, or desert us and bind that yoke upon your
shoulders to your doom. I have spoken--choose."

Olfan thought awhile and answered:

"Truly your mind is great, Queen, and sees far into the darkness of
things such as our women have no knowledge of. You should have ruled
this country and not I, for then by now Nam, who is my master, would
have begged his daily bread at the gates of your palace, and the
priests his servants had become the hewers of your wood and the
drawers of your water. But I will not talk to you of policy, for time
is short. Nay, I will deal with your first reason and that alone.

"You have conjured me in the name of friendship and of my oath, and by
the memory of service done, and not in vain. I am a man different from
that race of men of whom you are, a wild chief of a wild tribe, having
little wisdom; yet I have learned these things--never to break a
promise, never to desert a friend, and never to forget a service.
Therefore, because I swore fealty to you, because you are my friend,
and because you saved my life, I will protect you to the last, though
it may well chance that I can do nothing except die for you. For,
Queen, although you can be nought to me while yonder man lives, still
I am ready to give my life for you. As for the others I will say this
only, that I will not harm them or betray them.

"Now I go to speak with certain of the great men who are friends to me
and hate the priest, so that when this matter comes on for judgment
they may lift up their voices in your favour, for nothing can be done
except by policy--that is, not now. Shortly I will return to lead you
to the temple. Till then, farewell," and he bowed and was gone.

When the curtain had swung to behind Olfan, Juanna sank back in her
chair and sighed, but Leonard sprang up and said:

"Juanna, that savage is right, you should have been a queen. I know
what it must have cost you to say what you did."

"Pray, to what do you refer, Leonard?" she said, interrupting him
coldly.

"I mean about our being married and the rest."

"Oh! yes. Well, you see it is sometimes necessary to tell white lies,
and I think that after to-night I am entitled to a prize for general
proficiency in this respect. Of course," she added, dropping her
sarcastic tone, "you will not misinterpret anything that I was forced
to say to Olfan with reference to yourself, because you know that
those statements were the biggest fibs of all. Just then, had it been
needful, I should have been prepared to swear that I was married to
Otter and deeply attached to him, or even to the king himself, who, by
the way, strikes me as the most satisfactory savage that I have ever
come across--in short, as a gentleman."

Leonard turned pale with anger.

"Really, Juanna," he said, "I think that you might wait until I seek
to take some advantage of our friendship and accidental relations
before you rebuke me as you think fit to do. It is little short of an
insult, and were we in any civilised country I would never speak to
you again."

"Don't get angry, Leonard," she said appealingly, for Juanna seemed to
have every mood at her command and ready to be assumed at a moment's
notice. Perhaps this gift was one of the secrets of her charm, since
monotony is a thing to be avoided by women who seek to rule, even the
monotony of sweetness. "It is very unkind of you," she went on, "to
speak crossly to me when I am so tired with talking to that savage and
we may all be dead and buried in a few hours," and she looked as
though she were going to cry.

Leonard collapsed instantly, for Juanna's plaintive mood was the one
that he could resist the least of any.

"You would make me angry if I were on my death-bed," he said, "that
is, when you talk like that. But there it is, I cannot change you, so
let us change the subject. Have you any of that poison to spare? If
so, you might serve us out a little; we may want it before the evening
is over."

Juanna put her hand to her hair and after some manipulation produced a
tiny skin bag, from which she extracted a brown ball of about the size
of a rifle bullet.

"I can afford to be generous," she said with a little laugh; "there is
enough here to kill twenty of us."

Then Leonard took a knife and chipped off three fragments from the
ball, taking one himself and presenting the other two to Francisco and
Otter. The priest received it doubtfully, but the dwarf would have
none of it.

"Keep it for yourself, Baas," he said, "keep it for yourself. Whatever
way I die it shall not be thus. I do not love a medicine that causes
men to tie themselves into knots and then turns them green. No, no;
first I will face the jaws of the Snake."

So Leonard took that piece also.



                             CHAPTER XXIX

                        THE TRIAL OF THE GODS

Juanna had scarcely restored the remainder of her deadly medicine to
its hiding-place, when the curtains were drawn and Nam entered. After
his customary salutations, which on this occasion were more copious
than usual, he remarked blandly that the moon had risen in a clear
sky.

"Which means, I suppose, that it is time for us to start," said
Leonard gruffly.

Then they set out, Juanna in her monk-like robe, and Otter in his red
fringe and a goat-skin cape which he insisted upon wearing.

"I may as well die warm as cold, Baas," he explained, "for of cold I
shall know enough when I am dead."

At the palace gate Olfan and a guard were waiting, but they found no
opportunity of speaking with him. Here also were gathered a great
number of priests, who preceded and followed them.

The procession being formed, they were led solemnly to a different
gate of the temple from that by which they had entered it on their
previous visits. On this occasion the secret passages were avoided,
and they passed up a broad avenue though the centre of the
amphitheatre, to seats that had been prepared for them on that side of
the pool which was furthest from the colossal idol. As before, the
temple was crowded with human beings, and their advance through it was
very impressive, for the priests chanted as they walked, while the
multitude preserved an ominous silence.

At first Leonard was at a loss to know why they were placed on the
hither side of the pool, but presently he saw the reason. In front of
the chairs to be occupied by Juanna and Otter, an open space of rock
was left, semicircular in shape, on which were set other seats to the
number of thirty or more. These seats were allotted to elders of the
people, who, as Leonard guessed rightly, had been chosen to act as
their judges. The position was selected for the convenience of these
elders, and in order that the words they spoke might be heard by a
larger proportion of their vast audience.

When Juanna and Otter were seated, and Leonard and Francisco had taken
their places behind them, Nam came forward to address the Council and
the multitude beyond.

"Elders of the People of the Mist," he said, "I have conveyed your
wishes to the holy gods, who but lately have deigned to put on the
flesh of men to visit us their people; namely, that they should meet
you here and talk with you of the trouble which has come upon the
land. And now the gracious gods have assented to your wish, and
behold, they are face to face with you and with this great company of
their children. Be pleased therefore to make known what you desire to
the gods, that they may answer you, either with their own mouths or by
the voice of me, their servant."

He ceased, and after a pause, during which the people murmured
angrily, an elder rose and said:

"We would know of you how it is, O Aca and O Jal, that the summer has
deserted the land. Now our strait is very sorry, for famine will come
upon us with the winter snows. A while ago, O Aca and O Jal, you
changed the worship of this people, forbidding the victims who had
been prepared to be offered up at the spring festival, and lo! there
has been no spring. Therefore we ask a word of you on this matter, for
the people have consulted together, and say by our voice that they
will have no gods who kill the spring. Speak, O ye gods, and you, Nam,
speak also, for we would learn the reason of these evils; and from
you, O Nam, we would learn how it comes that you have proclaimed gods
in the land whose breath has destroyed the sunshine."

"Ye ask me, O People of the Mist," answered Juanna, "why it is that
the winter stretches out his hand over the slumber of the spring,
forbidding her to awake, and I will answer you in few words and short.
It is because of your disobedience and the hardness of your hearts, O
ye rebellious children. Did ye not do sacrifice when we forbade you to
take the blood of men? Ay, and have not our servants been stolen
secretly away and put to death to satisfy your lust for slaughter? It
is for this reason, because of your disobedience, that the heavens
have grown hard as your own hearts and will not bless you with their
sunshine and their gentle rain. I have answered you."

Then again the spokesman of the elders rose and said:

"We have heard your words, O Aca, and they are words of little
comfort, for to sacrifice is the custom of the land, and hitherto no
evil has befallen us because of that ancient custom. Yet if there has
been offence, it is not we who have offended, but rather the priests
in whose hands these matters lie; and as for your servants, we know
nothing of them, or of their fate. Now, Nam, make answer to the
charges of the gods, and to the questions of the people, for you are
the chief of their servants and you have proclaimed them to be true
gods and set them over us to rule us."

Thus adjured, Nam stood forward, and his mien was humble and anxious,
for he saw well that his accusers were not to be trifled with, and
that his life, or at least his power, was at stake, together with
those of the gods.

"Children of the Mist," he began, "your words are sharp, yet I do not
complain of them, for, as ye shall learn, my fault has been grievous.
Truly, I am the chief of the servants of the gods, and I am also the
servant of the people, and now it would seem that I have betrayed both
gods and people, though not of my own will.

"Listen: ye know the legend that has come down to us, that Aca and Jal
should reappear in the land, wearing the shapes of a fair white maiden
and of a black dwarf. Ye know also how they came as had been promised,
and how I showed them to you here in this temple, and ye accepted
them. Ye remember that then they put away the ancient law and forbade
the sacrifices, and by the hand of their servant who is named
Deliverer, they destroyed two of the priests, my brethren, in a
strange and terrible fashion.

"Then I murmured, though they threatened me with death, but ye
overruled my words and accepted the new law, and from that hour all
things have gone ill. Now I took counsel with my heart, for it seemed
wonderful to me that the gods should discard their ancient worship,
and I said to my heart: Can these be true gods, or have I perchance
been duped? Thenceforward I held my peace, and set myself to watch,
and now after much watching--alas! I must say it to my shame--I have
discovered that they are no true gods, but wicked liars who have
sought to usurp the places of the gods."

He paused, and a roar of rage and astonishment went up from the
assembled thousands.

"It has come at last," whispered Leonard into Juanna's ear.

"Yes, it has come," she answered. "Well, I expected it, and now we
must face it out."

When the tumult had subsided, the spokesman of the elders addressed
Nam, saying:

"These are heavy words, O Nam, and having uttered them you must prove
them, for until they are proved we will not believe readily that there
are human beings so wicked that they dare to name themselves as gods.
When you proclaimed these strangers to be Aca and Jal, we accepted
them, perhaps too easily and after too short a search. Now you
denounce them as liars, but we will not disclaim them whom we have
once received till we are sure that there is no room for error. It may
chance, Nam, that it would please you well to cast aside those gods
who have threatened you with death and do not love you."

"I should be bold indeed," answered Nam, "if I dared to speak as I
have spoken lacking testimony to establish a charge so dreadful as
that which I bring against these wanderers. Nor should I seek to
publish my own shame and folly were I not forced thereto by knowledge
that, did I conceal it, would make me a partner of their crime.
Listen, this is the tale of those whom we have worshipped: the fair
woman, as she herself told us, is named Shepherdess of the Heavens,
and she is the wife of the white man who is named Deliverer, and the
dwarf Dweller in the Waters is their servant, together with the second
white man and the others.

"Dwelling in a far country, these men and women chanced to learn the
story of our people--how, I shall show you presently--and also that we
find in the earth and use in the ceremonies of our temple certain red
and blue stones which among the white people are of priceless value.
These they determined to steal, being adventurers who seek after
wealth. To this end the Shepherdess learned our language, also she
learned how to play the part of Aca, while the dwarf, dog that he is,
dared to take the holy name of Jal. I will be short: they accomplished
their journey, and the rest you know. But, as it happened, none of the
stones they covert have come into their hands, except that gem which
the Shepherdess wears upon her forehead, and this she brought with
her.

"Now, People of the Mist, when doubts of these gods had entered into
me I made a plan: I set spies to watch them in the palace yonder,
those spies being the wife who was given to the dwarf and her
handmaidens. Also, I caused their black servants to be seized and
thrown to the Snake, one or two of them at a time, for of this I was
sure, that if they had the power they would protect their servants.
But, as the Snake knows, those men were not protected. Meanwhile
reports came to me from the women, and more especially from Saga, the
granddaughter of my brother, who was given as a bride to Jal. And this
was their report: that the dwarf behaved himself like a cur of low
birth, and that when he was in liquor, which was often, he babbled of
his doings with the Deliverer in other lands, though all that he said
they could not tell me because even now he has little knowledge of our
tongue.

"When these tales came to my ears, you may guess, O People of the
Mist, that if I had doubted before, now my heart was shaken, and yet I
had no proof. In my darkness I prayed to the gods for light, and lo!
light came. Among the followers of these wanderers was a woman, and
but yesterday this woman visited me and confessed all. Forty years ago
she had fled from among our people--I know not why, but she took with
her a knowledge of our secrets. It was she who told them of the gods
and the story of the gods, and she instructed them how they should
deceive us and win the red stones which they desired. But now her
heart repents her of the evil, and I will summon her before you, that
ye may judge between me and these liars who have brought me to this
shame. Bring forth the woman."

There was a silence, and so intense was the interest that no sound
came from the audience, which watched for the appearance of the
witness. Presently Soa advanced from the shadows at the foot of the
colossus, and escorted by two priests took her stand in the centre of
the semicircle of judges.

"Speak, woman," said Nam.

Then Soa spoke. "I am of the People of the Mist," she said, "as ye may
know by looking on me and hearing me. I was the daughter of a priest,
and forty years ago, when I was young and fair, I fled this land for
my own reasons, and travelled south for three months' journey, till I
came to a village on a mighty river, where I dwelt for twenty years
earning a livelihood as a doctoress of medicine. Then there came into
that village a white man, whose wife gave birth to a daughter and
died. I became the nurse of that daughter; she is the woman who sits
before you, and her name is Shepherdess.

"Twenty years more went by, and I desired to return to my own land
that I might die among my people. I told the tale of my land and of
its wealth to the Shepherdess and to her husband the Deliverer, for I
dared not travel alone. Therefore in my wickedness I showed them how
they might feign to be the gods of the People of the Mist, come back
according to the legend, for I saw that the dwarf, the Deliverer's
servant, was shaped like to the shape of the statue of Jal, who sits
in stone above you. Being greedy, they fell into the plan, for above
all things they desired to win the precious stones. But when we were
come hither the true gods visited me in a dream so that my heart was
troubled because of the evil which I had done, and yesterday I escaped
to Nam and told him all the tale which you have heard. That is the
story, People of the Mist, and now I pray your mercy and your pardon."

Soa ceased, and Leonard, who had been watching the multitude,
whispered to Juanna:

"Speak quickly if you can think of anything to say. They are silent
now because of their astonishment, but in another minute they will
break out, and then----"

"People of the Mist," cried Juanna, taking the hint, "you have heard
the words of Nam and the words of her who was my servant. They dare to
tel you that we are no gods. So be it: on this matter we will not
reason with you, for can the gods descend to prove their godhead? We
will not reason, but I will say this in warning: put us away if you
wish,--and it may well chance that we shall suffer ourselves to be put
away, since the gods do not desire to rule over those who reject them,
but would choose rather to return to their own place.

"Yet for you it shall be a sad and an unlucky day when ye lift a hand
against our majesty, for in going we will leave you that by which we
shall be remembered. Ay, we will bequeath to you three things: famine
and pestilence and civil war, which shall rage among you and destroy
you till ye are no more a people. Ye have suffered our servants to be
murdered, and disobeyed our commands, and it is for this reason, as I
have told you, that the sun shines no more and the summer will not
come. Complete your wickedness if ye will, and let the gods follow by
the path that their servants trod. Then, People of the Mist, ye shall
reap as ye have sown, and death and desolation shall be your harvest.

"Now for that base slave who has borne false witness against us. Among
the many things she has told you, one thing she has left untold: that
she is daughter to Nam the priest; that she fled the land because she
was chosen bride to the Snake, and is therefore an apostate worthy of
death. One word also as to Nam, her father; if his tale be true, then
he himself is condemned by it, for doubtless he knew all at the
beginning, from the lips of his daughter Soa.

"Yes, knowing the truth he dared to set up gods in the land whom he
believed to be false, trusting thereby to increase his own power and
glory, and when these failed him because of his wickedness, then he
did not scruple to cry aloud his shame. I have spoken, People of the
Mist. Now judge between us and let fate follow judgment, for we
renounce you."

She ended, her face alight with anger and her eyes flashing with
excitement, and so great was the power of her eloquence and beauty
that it seemed to throw a spell of silence over the hearts of her
fierce and turbulent audience, while Soa slunk back into the shadow
and Nam cowered visibly.

"It is false, O people," he cried in a voice that trembled with rage
and fear. "My daughter told me the tale for the first time at dawn
to-day."

His words awoke the audience as it were, and instantly there arose a
babel of sounds that rent the very skies. "His daughter! He says that
she is his daughter! Nam owns his crimes!" yelled some.

"Away with the false gods!" shouted others.

"Touch them not, they are true gods and will bring a curse upon us!"
answered a third party, among whom Leonard recognised the voice of
Olfan.

And so the clamour went on. For full ten minutes it raged, till the
exhaustion of those that made it brought it to its end, and Juanna,
who all this while sat silent as some lovely marble statue, became
aware that the spokesman of the elders was once more addressing the
multitude.

"People of the Mist," he said, "hold your peace, and hearken to me. We
have been chosen judges of this matter, and now, having consulted
together, we will give judgment, and you shall be bound by it. As to
whether these strangers who are named Aca and Jal are true gods or
false, we say no word. But if they are false gods, then surely Nam is
guilty with them."

Here a shout of assent burst from the audience, and Leonard watching
the high priest saw him tremble.

"Yet," he went on, "they have told us by the mouth of her who sits
before you, that it is because of our offences that the sun has ceased
to shine at their command. Therefore at their command it can be made
to shine. Then let them give us a sign or let them die, if indeed they
are mortal, for if they are not mortal we cannot kill them. And this
shall be the sign which they must give: If to-morrow at the dawn the
mists have vanished and the sun shines red and clear on the snows of
yonder mountain, then it is well and we will worship them. But if the
morning is cold and mist-laden, then, true gods or false, we will hurl
them from the head of the statue into the pit of the Snake, there to
be dealt with by the Snake, or to deal with him as it may chance. That
is our judgment, People of the Mist, and Nam shall carry it out if
need be, for he shall keep his power and his place until all these
wonders are made clear, and then himself he shall be judged according
to their issue."

Now the great mass of the people cried aloud that this was a wise and
just saying, but others were silent, for though they did not agree
with it they dared not dispute the sentence. Then Juanna rose and
said:

"We have heard your words and we will withdraw to consider them, and
by dawn ye shall see us seated on the Black One yonder. But whether we
will cause the sun to shine or choose to pass to our own place by the
path of boiling waters, we do not know, though it seems to me that the
last thing is better than the first, for we weary of your company,
People of the Mist, and it is not fitting that we should bless you
longer with our presence. Nevertheless, should we choose that path,
those evils which I have foretold shall fall upon you. Olfan, lead us
hence."

The king stepped forward with his guards and the procession passed
back towards the palace solemnly and in silence, for none attempted to
bar their way. They reached it safely at exactly ten o'clock by
Leonard's watch.

"Now let us eat and drink," said Leonard when they stood alone in the
throne-room, "for we shall need all our strength to-night."

"Yes," answered Juanna with a sad smile, "let us eat and drink, for
to-morrow we die."



                             CHAPTER XXX

                        FRANCISCO'S EXPIATION

When they had finished their meal, which was about as sad an
entertainment as can well be conceived, they began to talk.

"Do you see any hope?" asked Juanna of the other three.

Leonard shook his head and answered:

"Unless the sun shines at dawn to-morrow, we are dead men."

"Then there is little chance of that, Baas," groaned Otter, "for the
night is as the nights have been for these five weeks. No wonder that
this people are fierce and wicked who live in such a climate."

Juanna hid her face in her hands for a while, then spoke:

"They did not say that any harm was to come to you, Leonard, or to
Francisco, so perhaps you will escape."

"I doubt it," he answered; "besides, to be perfectly frank, if you are
going to die, I would rather die with you."

"Thank you, Leonard," she said gently, "but that will not help either
of us much, will it? What will they do with us? Throw us from the head
of the statue?" and she shuddered.

"That seems to be their amiable intention, but at any rate we need
none of us go through with it alive. How long does your medicine take
to work, Juanna?"

"Half a minute at the outside, I fancy, and sometimes less. Are you
sure that you will take none, Otter? Think; the other end is
dreadful."

"No, Shepherdess," said the dwarf, who now in the presence of imminent
danger was as he had been before he sought comfort in the beer-pot,
brave, ready, and collected, "it is not my plan to suffer myself to be
hurled into the pit. Nay, when the time comes I shall spring there of
my own free will, and if I am not killed--and an otter knows how to
leap into a pool--then if I cannot avoid him I will make a fight for
it with that great dweller in the water. Yes, and I go to make ready
that with which I will fight," and he rose and departed to his
sleeping-place.

Just then Francisco followed his example, seeking a quiet place in
which to pursue his devotions, and thus Leonard and Juanna were left
alone.

For some minutes he watched her as she sat beside him in her white
temple dress, her beautiful face looking stern and sad against the
dusky background of the torchlight, and a great shame and pity filled
his heart. The blood of this girl was on his hands, and he could do
nothing to help her. His selfishness had dragged her into this
miserable enterprise, and now its inevitable end was at hand and he
was her murderer, the murderer of the woman who was all the world to
him, and who had been entrusted to his care with her father's dying
breath.

"Forgive me," he said at length with something like a sob, and laying
his hand upon hers.

"What have I to forgive, Leonard?" she replied gently. "Now that it is
all finished and I look back upon the past few months, it seems to me
that it is you who should forgive, for I have often behaved badly to
you."

"Nonsense, Juanna, it was my wicked folly that led you into this, and
now you are about to be cut off in the beginning of your youth and in
the flower of your beauty. I am your murderer, Juanna," and dropping
his voice he hesitated, then added: "It may as well out now, for time
is short, though I have often sworn that nothing should make me say
it: I love you."

She did not start or even stir at his words, but sat staring as before
into the darkness: only a pink flush grew upon the pallor of her neck
and cheek as she answered:

"You love me, Leonard? You forget--Jane Beach!"

"It is perfectly true, Juanna, that I was once attached to Jane Beach,
and it is true that I still think of her with affection, but I have
not seen her for many years, and I am certain that she has thrown me
over and married another man. Most man pass through several affairs of
the heart in their early days; I have had but one, and it is done
with.

"When first I saw you in the slave camp I loved you, Juanna, and I
have gone on loving you ever since, even after I became aware from
your words and conduct that you did not entertain any such affection
for myself. I know that your mind has not changed upon the matter, for
had it done so, you would scarcely have spoken to me as you did to-day
after Olfan left us. Indeed, I do not altogether understand why I have
told you this, since it will not interest you very much and may
possibly annoy you in your last hours. I suppose it was because I
wished to make a clean breast of it before I pass to where we lose all
our loves and hopes."

"Or find them," said Juanna, still looking before her.

Then there was silence for a minute or more, till Leonard, believing
that he had got his answer, began to think that he would do well to
leave her for a while. Just as he was about to rise Juanna made a
gentle movement; slowly, very slowly, she turned herself, slowly she
stretched out her arms towards him, and laid her head upon his breast.

For a moment Leonard was astounded; he could scarcely believe the
evidence of his senses. Then recovering himself, he kissed her
tenderly.

Presently Juanna slipped from his embrace and said, "Listen to me,
Leonard: are men all blind, I wonder, or are you an exception? I don't
know and don't want to know, but certainly it does seem strange that
what has been so painfully patent to myself for the last five or six
months, should have been invisible to you. Leonard, you were not the
only one who fell in love yonder in the slave camp. But you quickly
checked my folly by telling me the story of Jane Beach, and of course
after that, whatever my thoughts may have been, I did my utmost to
hide them from you, with more success, it seems, than I expected.
Indeed I am not sure that I am wise to let you see them now, for
though you declare that Jane is dead and buried, she might re-arise at
any moment. I do not believe that men forget their first loves,
Leonard, though they may persuade themselves to the contrary--when
they are a long way from them."

"Don't you think that we might drop Jane, dear?" he answered with some
impatience, for Juanna's words brought back to his mind visions of
another love-scene that had taken place amid the English snows more
than seven years before.

"I am sure that I am quite ready to drop her now and for ever. But do
not let us begin to spar when so little time is left to us. Let us
talk of other things. Tell me that you love me, love me, love me, for
those are the words that I would hear ringing in my years before they
become deaf to this world and its echoes, and those are the words with
which I hope that you will greet me some few hours hence and in a
happier land. Leonard, tell me that you love me for to-day and for
to-morrow, now and for ever."

So he told her that and much more, speaking to her earnestly,
hopefully, and most tenderly, as a man might speak to the woman whom
he worshipped and with whom is about to travel to that shore of which
we know nothing, though day and night we hear the waves that bear us
forward break yonder on its beach. They talked for long, and ever
while they talked Juanna grew gentler and more human, as the barriers
of pride melted in the fire of her passion and the shadow of death
gathered thicker upon her and the man she loved. At length her
strength gave way utterly and she wept upon Leonard's breast like some
frightened child, and from weeping sank into deep slumber or swoon, he
knew not which. Then he kissed her upon the forehead, and, carrying
her to her bed, laid her down to rest awhile before she died,
returning himself to the throne-room.

Here he found Francisco and Otter.

"Look, Baas," said the dwarf, producing from beneath his goat-skin
cloak an article which he had employed the last hour in constructing.
It was a fearful and a wonderful instrument, made out of the two
sacrificial knives that had been left by the priests on the occasion
of the kidnapping of the last of the Settlement men. The handles of
these knives Otter had lashed together immovably with strips of hide,
forming from them a weapon two feet or more in length, of which the
curved points projected in opposite directions.

"What is that for, Otter?" said Leonard carelessly, for he was
thinking of other things.

"This is for the Crocodile to eat, Baas; I have seen his brothers
caught like that before in the marshes of the Zambesi," replied the
dwarf with a grin. "Doubtless he thinks to eat me, but I have made
another food ready for him. Ah! of one thing I am sure, that if he
comes out there will be a good fight, whoever conquers in the end."

Then he proceeded to fix a hide rope to the handles of the knives, and
having made it fast about his body with a running noose, he coiled its
length, which may have measured some thirty feet, round and round his
middle, artfully concealing its bulk together with the knives beneath
his cloak and /moocha/.

"Now I am a man again, Baas," the dwarf said grimly. "I have done with
drink and such follies to which I took in my hours of idleness, for
the time has come to fight. Ay, and I shall win, Baas; the waters are
my home, and I do not fear crocodiles however big--no, not one bit;
for, as I told you, I have killed them before. You will see, you will
see."

"I am afraid that I shall do nothing of the sort, Otter," answered
Leonard sadly, "but I wish you luck, my friend. If you get out of this
mess, they will think you a god indeed, and should you only find the
sense to avoid drink, you may rule here till you die of old age."

"There would be no pleasure in that, Baas, if you were dead," answered
the dwarf with a heavy sigh. "Alas! my folly has helped to bring you
into this trouble, but this I swear, that if I live--and my spirit
tells me that I shall not die to-night--it will be to avenge you. Fear
not, Baas; when I am a god again, one by one I will kill them all, and
when they are dead, then I will kill myself and come to look for you."

"It is very kind of you, Otter, I am sure," said Leonard with
something like a laugh, and at that moment the curtains swung aside
and Soa stood before them accompanied by four armed priests.

"What do you want, woman?" exclaimed Leonard, springing towards her as
though by instinct.

"Go back, Deliverer!" she said, holding up her hand and addressing him
in the Sisutu tongue, which of course those with her did not
understand. "I am guarded, and my death would be quickly followed by
your own. Moreover, it would avail you little to kill me, since I come
to bring you hope for the life of her you love and for your own.
Listen: the sun will not shine to-morrow at the dawn; already the mist
gathers thick and it will hold, therefore the Shepherdess and the
Dwarf will be hurled from the head of the statue, while you and the
Bald-pate, having witnessed their end, will be kept alive till the
autumn sacrifice, then to be offered up with the other victims."

"Why do you come to tell us all this, woman?" said Leonard, "seeing
that we knew it already--that is, except the news of the postponement
of our own fate, which I for one do not desire. What hope is there in
this story? If you have nothing better to say, get you gone,
traitress, and let us see your hateful face no more."

"I have something more to say, Deliverer. I still love the Shepherdess
as you love her, and," she added with emphasis, "as Bald-pate yonder
also loves her. Now this is my plan: two must die at dawn, but of
those two the Shepherdess need not be one. The morning will be misty,
the statue of the god is high, and but few of the priests will see the
victim shrouded in her black robe. What if a substitute can be found
so like to her in shape and height and feature that, in the twilight
and beneath the shadow of the hood, none shall know them apart?"

Leonard started. "Who can be found?"

Slowly Soa raised her thin hand and pointed to Francisco.

"/There stands the man!/" she said. "Were he wrapped in the cloak of
Aca, who would know him from the Shepherdess? The pool and the Snake
do not give back that which they have swallowed."

If Leonard had started before, now he fairly recoiled, as the full
meaning of this terrible proposition possessed his mind. He looked at
Francisco, who stood by wondering, for the priest did not understand
the Sisutu dialect.

"Tell him," she said.

"Wait awhile," he answered hoarsely; "supposing that this were carried
out, what would happen to the Shepherdess?"

"She would be concealed in the dungeons of the temple, in his dress
and under his name," and again she pointed to Francisco, "until such
time as a chance could be found for her to escape, or to return to
rule this people unquestioned and with honour. My father alone knows
of this plot, and because of his love for me he suffers me to try it,
desperate as it seems. Also, for I will tell you all the truth, he is
himself in danger, and he believes that by means of the Shepherdess--
who, when she reappears having survived the sacrifice, will be held by
the people to be immortal--he may save his life when the day of his
own trial comes."

"And do you think," said Leonard, "that I will trust her alone to you,
wicked and forsworn as you are, and to the tender mercies of your
father? No, it is better that she should die and have done with her
fears and torments."

"I did not ask you to do so, Deliverer," said Soa quietly. "You will
be taken with her, and if she lives you will live also. Is that not
enough? These men here come to bear you and Bald-pate to the dungeons:
they will bear you and the Shepherdess, knowing no difference, that is
all. Now tell him; perchance he may not be willing to accept."

"Francisco, come here," said Leonard in a low voice, speaking in
Portuguese. Then he told him all, while Soa watched them with her
glittering eyes. As the tale went on the priest turned ashen pale and
trembled violently, but before it was finished he ceased to tremble,
and Leonard, looking at his face, saw that it was alight as with a
glory.

"I accept," he said in a clear voice, "for thus will it be given to me
to save the life of the Senora, and to atone for my offence. Come, let
me make ready."

"Francisco," muttered Leonard, for his emotion would not suffer him to
speak aloud, "you are a saint and a hero. I wish that I could go
through this in your stead, for most gladly would I do so, but it is
not possible."

"It seems then that there are two saints and heroes," replied the
priest gently. "But why talk thus? It is the bounden duty of either or
both of us to die for her, yet it is far better that I should die
leaving you alive to love and comfort her."

Leonard thought a moment. "I suppose it must be so," he said, "but
Heaven knows, it is a terrible alternative. How can I trust that woman
Soa? And yet if I do not trust her Juanna will be killed at once."

"You must take the chance of it," answered Francisco; "after all she
is fond of her mistress, and it was because she grew jealous that she
fled to Nam and betrayed us."

"There is another thing," said Leonard; "how are we to get Juanna
away? If once she suspects the plot, there will be an end of it. Soa,
come thither."

She came, and he put this question to her, telling her at the same
time that Francisco consented to the scheme and that Juanna slept
behind the curtain and might awake at any moment.

"I have that with me which shall overcome the difficulty, Deliverer,"
answered Soa, "for I foresaw it. See here," and she drew a small gourd
from her dress, "this is that same water of which Saga gave your black
dog to drink when I escaped you. Now mix it with some spirit, go to
the Shepherdess, awake her, and bid her drink this to comfort her. She
will obey, and immediately deep sleep will take her again that shall
hold her fast for six hours."

"It is not a poison?" asked Leonard suspiciously.

"No, it is not a poison. What need would there be to poison one who
must die at dawn?"

Then Leonard did as she told him. Taking a tin pannikin, one of their
few possessions, he emptied the sleeping-draught into it and added
enough native brandy to colour the water.

Next he went into Juanna's room and found her lying fast asleep upon
the great bed. Going up to her he touched her gently on the shoulder,
saying, "Wake, my love." She raised herself and opened her eyes.

"Is that you, Leonard?" she said. "I was dreaming that I was a girl
again and at school at Durban, and that it was time to get up for
early service at the church. Oh! I remember now. Is it dawn yet?"

"No, dear, but it soon will be," he answered; "here, drink this, it
will give you courage."

"How horrid that spirit tastes!" she said, then sank back slowly on
the cushion and in another minute fell sound asleep again. The draught
was strong and it worked quickly.

Leonard went to the curtain and beckoned to Soa and the others. They
all entered except the priests, who remained clustered together near
the doorway of the great chamber talking in low tones and apparently
taking no notice of what passed.

"Take off that robe, Bald-pate," said Soa; "I must give you another."

He obeyed, and while Soa was engaged in clothing Juanna's senseless
form in the gown of the priest, Francisco drew his diary from the
pocket in his vest where he kept it. Rapidly he wrote a few lines on a
blank page, then shutting the book he handed it to Leonard together
with his rosary, saying:

"Let the Senora read what I have written here, after I am dead, not
before, and give her these beads in memory of me. Many is the time
that I have prayed for her upon them. Perhaps she will wear them after
I am gone, and, although she is a Protestant, sometimes offer up a
prayer for me."

Leonard took the book and the rosary and placed them in an inner
pocket. Then he turned to Otter and rapidly explained to him the
meaning of all that was being done.

"Ah, Baas," said the dwarf, "put no faith in that she-devil. And yet
perhaps she will try to save the Shepherdess, for she loves her as a
lioness loves her young. But I am afraid for you, Baas, for you she
hates."

"Never mind about me, Otter," answered Leonard. "Listen: they are
going to hide us in the dungeons of the temple; if by any chance you
escape, seek out Olfan and try to rescue us. If not, farewell, and may
we meet again in another place."

"Oh! Baas, Baas," said Otter with a deep sob, "for myself I care
nothing, nor whether I live or die, but it is sad to think that you
will perish alone, and I not with you. Oh! why did Baas Tom dream that
evil dream? Had it not been for him, we might have been transport-
riding in Natal to-day. I would that I had been a better servant to
you, Baas, but it is too late now." And as he spoke Leonard felt a
great tear fall upon his hand.

"Never mind the servant, Otter," he answered; "you are the best
friend, black or white, that ever I had, and Heaven reward you for it.
If you can help the Baas yonder at the last, do so. At the least see
that he swallows the medicine in time, for he is weak and gentle and
not fitted to die such a death," and he turned away.

By this time Soa had arrayed Francisco in the black robe of Aca. The
white dress worn in the temple ceremonies he did not put on, for it
remained upon Juanna, completely hidden from sight, however, by the
priest's gown.

"Who would know them apart now?" asked Soa triumphantly, then added,
handing Leonard the great ruby which she had taken from Juanna's
forehead, "Here, Deliverer, this belongs to you; do not lose the
stone, for you have gone through much to win it."

Leonard took the gem and at first was minded to dash it into the old
woman's sneering face, but remembering the uselessness of such a
performance, he thrust it into his pocket together with the rosary.

"Come, let us be going," said Soa. "You must carry the Shepherdess,
Deliverer; I will say that it is Bald-pate who has fainted with fear.
Farewell, Bald-pate; after all you are a brave man, and I honour you
for this deed. Keep the hood well about your face, and if you would
preserve the Shepherdess alive, be silent, answering no word whoever
addresses you, and uttering no cry however great your fear."

Francisco went to the bed where Juanna lay, and holding out his hand
above her as though in blessing, he muttered some words of prayer or
farewell. Then turning, he clasped Leonard in his arms, kissed him and
blessed him also.

"Good-bye, Francisco," said Leonard in a choking voice; "surely the
Kingdom of Heaven is made up of such as you."

"Do not weep, my friend," answered the priest, "for there in that
kingdom I hope to greet you and her."

And so these friends parted.



                             CHAPTER XXXI

                            THE WHITE DAWN

Lifting Juanna in his arms, Leonard hurried from the sleeping
apartment to the throne-room, where he halted hesitating, for he did
not know what was to happen next. Soa, who had preceded him,
surrounded by the four priests and with a torch in her hand, stood
against that wall of the chamber where she had lain bound on the night
of the drugging of Otter.

"Bald-pate has fainted with fear, he is a coward," she said to the
priests, pointing to the burden in Leonard's arms; "open the secret
way, and let us pass on."

Then a priest came forward, and pressed upon a stone in the wall,
which gave way, leaving a space sufficiently large for him to insert
his hand and pull upon some hidden mechanism with all his force.
Thereon a piece of the wall swung outward as though upon a pivot,
revealing a flight of steps, beyond which ran a narrow passage. Soa
descended first, bearing the light, which she was careful to hold in
such a way as to keep the figure of Leonard, and the burden that he
bore, in comparative darkness. After her went two priests, followed by
Leonard, carrying Juanna, the rear being brought up by the remaining
priests, who closed the secret door behind them.

"So that is how it is done," thought Leonard to himself, turning his
head to watch the process, no detail of which escaped him.

Otter, who had followed Leonard from Juanna's chamber, saw them go,
though from some little distance, for, like a cat, the dwarf could see
in the dark. When the rock had closed again, he returned to Francisco,
who sat upon the bed lost in prayer or thought.

"I have seen how they make a hole in the wall," he said, "and pass
through it. Doubtless our comrades, the Settlement men, went that way.
Say, shall we try it?"

"What is the use, Otter?" answered the priest. "The road leads only to
the dungeons of the temple; if we got so far we should be caught
there, and everything would be discovered, including this trick," and
he pointed to the robes of Aca, which he wore.

"That is true," said Otter. "Come, then, let us go and sit upon the
thrones and wait till they fetch us."

So they went to the great chairs and sat themselves down in them,
listening to the tramp of the guards outside the doorway. Here
Francisco resumed his prayers, while Otter sang songs of the deeds
that he had done, and more especially a very long one which he had
composed upon the taking of the slave camp--"to keep his heart alive,"
as he explained to Francisco.

A quarter of an hour passed and the curtains were drawn aside,
admitting a band of priests, headed by Nam, and bearing two litters.

"Now silence, Otter," whispered Francisco, drawing his hood over his
face.

"Here sit the gods," said Nam, waving the torch that he carried
towards the two quiet figures on the thrones. "Descend, ye gods, that
we may bear you to the temple and seat you in a lofty place, whence ye
shall watch the glories of the rising sun."

Then, without more ado, Otter and Francisco came down from their
seats, and took their places in the litters. Presently they felt
themselves being borne forward at a considerable speed. When they were
outside the palace gates Otter peeped through the curtain in the hope
of perceiving some change in the weather. In vain; the mist was denser
than usual, although it grew grey with the light of the coming dawn.
Now they were at those gates of the temple that were nearest to the
colossal idol, and here, at the mouth of one of the numerous
underground passages, guards assisted them to descend.

"Farewell, Queen," whispered the voice of Olfan into Francisco's ear;
"I would have given my life to save you, but I have failed; as it is,
I live to avenge you upon Nam and all his servants."

Francisco made no answer, but pressed on down the passage holding his
head low. Soon they were at the foot of the idol, and, led by priests,
began to ascend the stairway in the interior of the statue. Up they
toiled slowly in the utter darkness; indeed, to Francisco this, the
last journey of his life, seemed the longest.

At length they emerged upon the head of the colossus, where neither of
them had been before. It formed a flat platform about eight feet
square, quite unprotected at the edges, beneath which curved the sheer
outlines of the sculptured head. The ivory throne whereon Juanna had
sat when first she visited the temple was gone, and instead of it,
placed at the very verge of the forehead, were two wooden stools upon
which the victims must seat themselves. From this horrible elevation
could be seen that narrow space of rock between the feet of the
colossus and the wall of the pool where was the stone altar, although,
owing to the slope of the bowed head, he who stood upon it almost
overhung the waters of the well.

Otter and Francisco seated themselves on the stools, and behind them
Nam and three other priests took their stand, Nam placing himself in
such a position that his companions could not see anything of
Francisco's slight form, which they believed to be that of the
Shepherdess.

"Hold me, Otter," whispered Francisco. "My senses will leave me, and I
shall fall."

"Shut your eyes and lean back, then you will see nothing," answered
Otter. "Moreover, make ready your medicine, for the time is at hand."

"It is ready," he answered. "May I be forgiven the sin, for I cannot
bear to be hurled living to the Snake!"

Otter made no answer, but set himself to watch the scene beneath him.
The temple was filled with mist that from the great height looked like
smoke, and through this veil he could just distinguish the black and
moving mass of the vast assembly, who had sat the long night through
waiting to witness the consummation of the tragedy, while the sound of
their voices as they spoke together in hushed tones reached him like
that of the murmuring of distant waters. Behind him stood the four
priests or executioners in a solemn, silent line, their eyes fixed
upon the grey mist, while above them, around them, and beneath them
was nothing but sheer and giddy space.

It was a hideous position, heightened by every terror that man and
nature can command, and even the intrepid dwarf, who feared neither
death nor devil, and over whom religious doubts had no power, began to
feel its chilling influence grip his heart. As for Francisco, such
mind as he had left to him was taken up with fervent prayer, so it is
possible that he did not suffer so much as might have been expected.

Five minutes or more passed thus; then a voice spoke from the mist
below, saying:

"Are those who are named Aca and Jal on high, O priest?"

"They are on high," answered Nam.

"Is it the hour of dawn, O priest?" said the voice again, and this
time Otter knew it for that of the spokesman of the elders.

"Not yet awhile," answered Nam, and he glanced at the snow peak that
towered thousands of feet into the air behind and above the temple.

Indeed every eye in that assembly was staring at this peak, although
its gigantic outline could only be seen dimly through the mist, dimly
as the shape of a corpse buried in a winding-sheet of snow. Here, upon
the loftiest precipices of the mountain the full light of morning
struck first and struck always, for their pinnacles soared far above
the level of the mist wreaths, and by the quality of that light this
people judged the weather of the new-born day. If the snow was rosy-
red, then they knew that ere long the sun would shine upon them. If,
on the other hand, it gleamed cold and white, or, still worse, grey,
it was a sign that the coming day would be misty in the city and on
the plains. Therefore in this, the hour of the trial of the gods whom
they had set up, all that company watched the mountain peak as they
had never watched before, to see if it should show white or red.

Very gradually the light increased, and it seemed to Otter that the
mist was somewhat thinner than was usual at this hour, though as yet
it hung densely between them and the mountain snows. Now he could
trace the walls of the amphitheatre, now he could see the black
shimmer of the water beneath, and distinguish the glitter of many
hundreds of upturned eyeballs as they glared at him and beyond him.
The silence grew more and more intense, for none spoke or moved: all
were waiting to see the dawn break upon the slope of snow, and
wondering--would it be red or white? Must the gods die or live? So
intense and fearful was the hush, unbroken by a breath of air or the
calling of a bird, that Otter could bear it no longer, but suddenly
burst into song.

He had a fine deep voice, and it was a Zulu war-song that he sang, a
triumphant paean of the rush of conquering impis interspersed with the
wails of women and the groans of the dying. Louder and louder he sang,
stamping his naked feet upon the rock, while the people wondered at
the marvel. Surely this was a god, they thought, who chanted thus
exultingly in a strange tongue while men waited to see him cast into
the jaws of the Snake. No mortal about to die so soon and thus
terribly could find the heart to sing, and much less could he sing
such a song as that they heard.

"He is a god," cried a voice far away, and the cry was echoed on every
side till at length, suddenly, men grew silent, and Otter also ceased
from his singing, for he had turned his head and seen. Lo! the veil of
mist that hid the mountain's upper heights grew thin:--it was the
moment of dawn, but would it be a red dawn or a white? As he looked
the vapours disappeared from the peak, though they still lay thick
upon the slopes below, and in their place were seen its smooth and
shining outlines clothed in a cloak of everlasting snows.

The ordeal was ended. No touch of colour, no golden sunbeam or crimson
shadow stained the ghastly surface of those snows, they were pallid as
the faces of the dead.

"A white dawn! A white dawn!" roared the populace. "Away with the
false gods! Hurl them to the Snake!"

"It is finished," whispered Otter again into Francisco's ear; "now
take your medicine, and, friend, farewell!"

The priest heard and, clasping his thin hands together, turned his
tormented face, in which the soft eyes shone, upwards towards the
heavens. For some seconds he sat thus; then Otter, peering beneath his
hood, saw his countenance change, and once more a glory seemed to
shine upon it as it had shone when, some hours since, Francisco
promised to do the deed that now he was about to dare.

Again there was silence below, for the spokesman of the Council of
Elders had risen, and was crying the formal question to the priests
above:

"Is the dawn white or red, ye who stand on high?"

Nam turned and looked upon the snow.

"The dawn is fully dawned and it is white!" he answered.

"Be swift," whispered Otter into Francisco's ear.

Then the priest raised his right hand to his lips, as though to
partake of the sacrament of death.

A moment later and he let it fall with a sigh, whispering back to
Otter: "I cannot, it is a deadly sin. They must kill me, for I will
not kill myself."

Before the dwarf could answer, Nature, more merciful than his
conscience, did that for Francisco which he refused to do for himself,
for of a sudden he swooned. His face turned ashen and slowly he began
to sink backwards, so that he would have fallen had not Nam, who saw
that he had fainted with fear, caught him by the shoulders and held
him upright.

"The dawn is white! We see it with our eyes," answered the spokesmen
of the elders. "O ye who stand on high, cast down the false gods
according to the judgment of the People of the Mist."

Otter heard and knew that the moment had come to leap, for now he need
trouble himself with Francisco no more.

Swiftly he turned his head, looking at Nam, for he would know if he
might carry out a purpose that he had formed. It was to seize the high
priest and bear him to the depths below.

It was not possible, he was out of reach; moreover, were he to snatch
Nam away, Francisco would fall backwards, and the others might see
that this was not the Shepherdess. Otter stood up upon his feet, and
kicking the stool on which he had sat off the platform, he watched its
flight. It flew into the water, never touching the rock, and then the
dwarf knew that he had planned well.

Now Nam and one priest seized the fainting form of Francisco and the
other two stepped towards Otter. The dwarf waited till their hands
were outstretched to grasp him, then suddenly he sprang at the man
upon his right, and shouting "Come thou with me," he gripped him about
the middle in his iron grasp, and, putting out all his strength,
hurled himself and his burden into sheer space beneath.

The priest shrieked aloud, and a gasp of wonder went up from the
watching thousands as the dwarf and his victim rushed downward like a
stone. They cleared the edge of the pool by an inch or two--no more,
and struck the boiling waters, sinking through them till Otter thought
they would never rise again. But at last they did rise. Then Otter
loosed the dead or senseless priest, and at that moment the body of
Francisco, cast thither by Nam, struck the water beside him and
straightway vanished for ever.

Otter loosed his grip, and diving beneath the surface swam hard for
the north side of the pool, for there he had noticed that the current
was least strong, and there also the rock bank overhung a little. He
reached it safely, and rising once more grasped a knob of rock with
one hand, and lay still where in the shadow and the swirl of waters he
could not be discovered by any watching from above. He breathed deeply
and moved his limbs; it was well, he was unhurt. The priest whom he
had taken with him, being heaviest, had met the water first, so that
though the leap was great the shock had been little.

"Ha!" said Otter to himself, "thus far my Spirit has been with me, and
here I could lie for hours and never be seen. But there is still the
Snake to contend with," and hastily he seized the weapon that he had
constructed out of the two knives, and unwound a portion of the cord
that was fast about his middle. Then again he looked across the
surface of the waters. Some ten fathoms from him, in the exact centre
of the whirlpool, the body of the priest was still visible, for the
vortex bore it round and round, but of Francisco there was nothing to
be seen. Only thirty feet above him Otter could see lines of heads
bending over the rocky edges of the pool and gazing at the priest as
he was tossed about like a straw in an eddy.

"Now, if he is still there and awake," thought Otter, "surely the
father of crocodiles will take this bait; therefore I shall do best to
be still awhile and see what happens."

As he reflected thus a louder shout than any he had heard before
reached his ears from the multitude in the temple above him, so
tumultuous a shout indeed, that for a few moments even the turmoil of
the waters was lost in it.

"Now what chances up there, I wonder?" thought Otter again. Then his
attention was diverted in a somewhat unpleasant fashion.

This was the cause of that shout: a miracle, or what the People of the
Mist took to be a miracle, had come about; for suddenly, for the first
time within the memory of man, the white dawn had changed to red.
Blood-red was the snow upon the mountain, and lo! its peaks were
turned to fire.

For a while all those who witnessed this phenomenon stood aghast, then
there arose that babel of voices which had reached the ears of Otter
as he lurked under the bank of rock.

"The gods have been sacrificed unjustly," yelled the people. "They are
true gods; see, the dawn is red!"

The situation was curious and most unexpected, but Nam, who had been a
high priest for more than fifty years, proved himself equal to it.

"This is a marvel indeed!" he cried, when silence had at length been
restored; "for no such thing is told of in our history as that a white
dawn upon the mountain should turn to red. Yet, O People of the Mist,
those whom we thought gods have not been offered up wrongfully. Nay,
this is the meaning of the sign: now are the true gods, Aca and Jal,
appeased, because those who dared to usurp their power have gone down
to doom. Therefore the curse is lifted from the land and the sunlight
has come back to bless us."

As he finished speaking, again the tumult broke out, some crying this
thing and some that. But no action was taken, for Nam's excuse was
ready and plausible, and the minds of men were confused. So the
assembly broke up in disorder; only the priests and as many more as
could find place, Olfan among them, crowded round the edges of the
pool to see what happened in its depths.

Meanwhile Otter had seen that which caused him to think no more of the
shouting above him than of the humming of last year's gnats. Suffering
his eyes to travel round the circumference of the rocky wall, he saw
the mouth of a circular hole, situated immediately under the base of
the idol, which may have measured some eight feet in diameter. The
lower edge of this hole stood about six inches above the level of the
pool, and water ran out of it in a thin stream. Passing down this
stream, half swimming and half waddling, appeared that huge and
ungainly reptile which was the real object of the worship of the
People of the Mist.

Great as were its length and bulk, the dwarf saw it but for a few
moments, so swift were its movements; then the creature vanished into
the deep waters, to reappear presently by the side of the dead priest,
who was now beginning to sink. Its horrible head rose upon the waters
as on that night when the woman had been thrown to it; it opened its
huge jaws, and, seizing the body of the man across the middle, it
disappeared beneath the foam. Otter watched the mouth of the hole, and
not in vain; for before he could have counted ten the monster was
crawling through it, bearing its prey into the cave.

Now once more the dwarf felt afraid, for the Snake, or rather the
crocodile, at close quarters was far more fearful than anything that
his imagination had portrayed. Keeping his place beneath the ledge,
which, except for the coldness of the water, he found himself able to
do with little fatigue or difficulty, Otter searched the walls of the
pool, seeking for some possible avenue of escape, since his ardour for
personal conflict with this reptile had evaporated. But search as he
would he could find nothing; the walls were full thirty feet high, and
sloped inwards, like the sides of an inverted funnel. Wherever the
exits from the pool might be, they were invisible; also,
notwithstanding his strength and skill, Otter did not dare to swim
into the furious eddy to look for them.

One thing he noticed, indeed: immediately above the entrance to the
crocodile's den, and some twenty feet from the level of the water, two
holes were pierced in the rock, six feet or so apart, each measuring
about twelve inches square. But these holes were not to be reached,
and even if reached they were too small to pass, so Otter thought no
more of them.

Now the cold was beginning to nip him, and he felt that if he stayed
where he was much longer he would become paralyzed by it, for it was
fed from the ice and snow above. Therefore, it would seem that there
was but one thing to do--to face the Water Dweller in his lair. To
this, then, Otter made up his mind, albeit with loathing and a
doubtful heart.



                            CHAPTER XXXII

                  HOW OTTER FOUGHT THE WATER DWELLER

Keeping himself carefully under the overshadowing edge of the rock-
bank, and holding his double-bladed knife ready in one hand, Otter
swam to the mouth of the Snake's den. As he approached it he perceived
by the great upward force of the water that the real body of the
stream entered the pool from below, the hole where the crocodile lived
being but a supplementary exit, which doubtless the river followed in
times of flood.

Otter reached the mouth of the tunnel without any great difficulty,
and, watching his chance, he lifted himself on his hands and slipped
through it quickly, for he did not desire to be seen by those who were
gathered above. Nor indeed was he seen, for his red head-dress and the
goat-skin cloak had been washed away or cast off in the pool, and in
that light his black body made little show against the black rock
beneath.

Now he was inside the hole, and found himself crouching upon a bed of
sand, or rather disintegrated rock, brought down by the waters. The
gloom of the place was great, but the light of the white dawn, which
had turned to red, was gathering swiftly on the surface of the pool
without as the mist melted, and thence was reflected into the tunnel.
So it came about that very soon Otter, who had the gift, not uncommon
among savages, of seeing in anything short of absolute darkness, was
able to make out his surroundings with tolerable accuracy. The place
in a corner of which he squatted was a cave of no great height or
width, hollowed in the solid rock by the force of water, as smoothly
as though it had been hewn by the hand of man: in short, an enormous
natural drain-pipe, but constructed of stone instead of earthenware.

In the bottom of this drain trickled a stream of water nowhere more
than six inches in depth, on either side of which, for ten feet or
more, lay a thick bed of debris ground small. How far the cave
stretched of course he could not see, nor as yet could he discover the
whereabouts of its hideous occupant, though traces of its presence
were plentiful, for the sandy floor was marked with its huge
footprints, and the air reeked with an abominable stink.

"Where has this evil spirit gone to?" thought Otter; "he must be near,
and yet I can see nothing of him. Perhaps he lives further up the
cave"; and he crept a pace or two forward and again peered into the
gloom.

Now he perceived what had hitherto escaped him, namely, that some
eight yards from the mouth of the tunnel a table-shaped fragment of
stone rose from its floor to within six feet of the roof, having on
the hither side a sloping plane that connected its summit with the
stream-bed beneath. Doubtless this fragment or boulder, being of some
harder material than the surrounding rock, had resisted the wear of
the rushing river; the top of it, as was shown by the high-water marks
on the sides of the cave, being above the level of the torrent, which,
although it was now represented only by a rivulet, evidently at
certain seasons of the year poured down with great force and volume.

"Here is a bed on which a crocodile might sleep," reflected Otter,
creeping a little further forward and staring at the mass of rock, and
more especially at a triangular-shaped object that was poised on the
top of the sloping plane, and on something which lay beneath it.

"Now, if that thing be another stone," thought Otter again, "how comes
it that it does not slip into the water as it should do, and what is
that upon which it rests?" and he took a step to one side to prevent
his body from intercepting any portion of the ray of light that
momentarily shone clearer and pierced the darkness of the cave to a
greater distance.

Then he looked again and almost fell in his horror, for now he could
see all. The thing that he had taken for a stone set upon the rock-
table was the head of the Dweller in the Waters, for there in it, as
the light struck on them, two dreadful eyes gleamed with a dull and
changing fire. Moreover, he discovered what was the object which lay
under the throat of the reptile. It was the body of that priest whom
Otter had taken with him in his leap from the statue, for he could see
the dead face projecting on one side.

"Perhaps if I wait awhile he will begin to eat him," reflected the
dwarf, remembering the habits of crocodiles, "and then I can attack
him when he rests and sleeps afterwards"; and, acting on this idea, he
stood still, watching the green fire as it throbbed and quivered,
waxed and waned in the monster's eyes.

How long he remained thus Otter never knew; but after a time he became
conscious that these eyes had taken hold of him and were drawing him
towards them, though whether the reptile saw him or not he could not
tell. For a space he struggled against this unholy fascination; then,
overcome by dread, he strove to fly, back to the pool or anywhere out
of reach of those devilish orbs. Alas! it was too late: no step could
he move backwards, no, not to save his life.

Now he must go on. It was as though the Water Dweller had read his
mind, and drew its foe towards itself to put the matter to the test.
Otter took one step forward--rather would he have sprung again off the
head of the colossus--and the eyes glowed more dreadfully than ever,
as though in triumph.

Then in despair he sank to the ground, hiding his face in his hands
and groaning in his heart.

"This is a devil that I have come to fight, a devil with magic in his
eyes," he thought. "And how can I, who am but a common Knobnose dwarf,
do battle against the king of evil spirits, clothed in the shape of a
crocodile?"

Even now, when he could not see them, he felt the eyes drawing him.
Yet, as they were no longer visible, his courage and power of mind
came back to him sufficiently to enable him to think again.

"Otter," he said to himself, "if you stay thus, soon the magic will do
its work. Your sense will leave you, and that devil will eat you up as
a cobra devours a meer-cat. Yes, he will swallow you, and his inside
will be your grave, and that is no end for one who has been called a
god! Men, let alone gods, should die fighting, whether it be with
other men, with wild beasts, with snakes, or with devils. Think now,
if your master, the Deliverer, saw you crouch thus like a toad before
an adder, how he would laugh and say, 'Ho! I thought this man brave.
Ho! he talked very loud about fighting the Water Dweller, he who came
of a line of warriors; but now I laugh at him, for I see that he is
but a cross-bred cur and a coward.'

"Yes, yes, you can hear his words, Otter. Say now, will you bear their
shame and sit here until you are snapped up and swallowed?"

Thus the dwarf addressed himself, and it seemed to his bewildered
brain that the words which he had imagined were true, and that Leonard
really stood by and mocked him.

At last he sprang to his feet, and crying, "Never, Baas!" so loudly
that the cave rang with the echoes of his shout, he rushed straight at
the foe, holding the two-bladed knife in his right hand.

The crocodile, that was waiting for him to fall insensible, as had
ever been the custom of the living victims on whom it fixed its
baneful glare, heard his cry and awoke from its seeming torpor. It
lifted its head, fire seemed to flash from its dull eyes, its vast
length began to stir. Higher and higher it reared its head, then of a
sudden it leaped from the slope of rock, as alligators when disturbed
leap from a river bank into the water, coming so heavily to the ground
that the shock caused the cave to tremble, and stood before the dwarf
with its tail arched upwards over its back.

Again Otter shouted, half in rage and half in terror, and the sound
seemed to make the brute more furious.

It opened its huge mouth as though to seize him and waddled a few
paces forward, halting within six feet of him. Now the dwarf's chance
had come and he knew it, for with the opportunity all his courage and
skill returned to him. It was he who sprang and not the crocodile. He
sprang, he thrust his arm and the double knife far into the yawning
mouth, and for a second held it there, one end pointing upwards to the
brain and one to the tongue beneath. He felt the jaws close, but their
rows of yellow fangs never touched his arm, for there was that between
them which held them some little space apart. Then he cast himself on
one side and to the ground, leaving the weapon in the reptile's
throat.

For a few moments it shook its horrible head, while Otter watched
gasping, for the reek of the brute's breath almost overpowered him.
Twice it opened its great jaws and spat, and twice it strove to close
them. Oh! what if it should rid itself of the knife, or drive it
through the soft flesh of the throat? Then he was lost indeed! But
this it might not do, for the lower blade caught upon the jawbone, and
at each effort it drove the sharp point of the upper knife deeper
towards its brain. Moreover, so good was the steel, and so firm were
the hide bindings of the handles, shrunken as they were with the wet,
that nothing broke or gave.

"Now he will trample me or dash me to pieces with his tail," said
Otter; but as yet the Snake had no such mind--indeed, in its agony it
seemed to have forgotten the presence of its foe. It writhed upon the
floor of the cave, lashing the rock with its tail, and gasping
horribly the while. Then suddenly it started forward past him, and the
tough hide rope about Otter's middle ran out like the line from the
bow of a whale-boat when the harpoon has gone home in the quarry.

Thrice the dwarf spun round violently, then he felt himself dragged in
great jerks along the rocky floor, which, happily for him, was smooth.
A fourth jerk, and once more he was in the waters of the pool, ay, and
being carried to its remotest depths.

"Now, he is mad," thought Otter, "who ties himself to such a fish as
this, for it will drown me ere it dies."

Had Otter been any other man, doubtless this would have been so. But
he was as nearly amphibious as a human being can be, and could dive
and swim and hold his breath, yes, and see beneath the surface as well
as the animal from which he took his name. Never did such gifts stand
their owner in better stead than during the minutes of this strange
duel.

Twice the tortured reptile sank to the bottom of the pool--and its
depth was great--dragging the dwarf after it, though, as it chanced,
between dives it rose to the surface, giving him time to breathe. A
third time it dived, and Otter must follow it--on this occasion to the
mouth of one of the subterranean exits of the water, into which the
dwarf was sucked. Then the brute turned, heading up the pool with the
speed of a hooked salmon, and Otter, who had prayed that the line
would break, now prayed that it might hold, for he knew that even he
could never hope to swim against that undertow.

It held, and once more they rose to the surface, where the reptile lay
lashing the waters in its pain, blood pouring from its mouth and
nostrils. Very glad was Otter to be able to breathe again, for during
that last rush he had gone near to suffocation. He lifted his head,
inhaling the air with great gulps, and saw that the banks of the pool
were lined with spectators who shouted and surged in their mad
excitement. After that he did not see much more for a while, since
just then it seemed to occur to the crocodile for the first time that
the man alongside of him was the cause of his suffering; at least it
wallowed round, causing the waters to boil about its horny sides, and
charged him. With its fangs it could not bite, therefore it struck at
him with its tail.

Twice Otter dived, avoiding the blows, but the third time he was not
so successful, for the reptile followed him into the deep water and
dealt him a fearful stroke before he could either sink or rise. He
felt the rough scales cut into his flesh and a sensation as though
every bone in his body was breaking and his eyes were starting from
his head. Faintly and more faintly he struggled, but in vain, for now
life and sense were leaving him together, and everything grew black.

But suddenly there came a change, and Otter knew vaguely that again he
was being dragged through the water and over rock. Then darkness took
him, and he remembered no more.

When the dwarf awoke it was to find himself lying on the floor of the
cave, but not alone, for by his side, twisted into a last and hideous
contortion, lay the Snake god--dead! The upper part of the double
knife had worked itself into its brain, and, with a dying effort, it
sought the den where it had lived for centuries, dragging Otter with
it, and there expired, how or when he knew not. But the dwarf had
triumphed. Before him was stretched the ancient terror of the People
of the Mist, the symbol and, indeed, the object of their worship,
slain by his skill and valour.

Otter saw, and, bruised and shaken as he was, his heart swelled with
pride, for had he not done a deed single-handed such as was not told
of in the stories of his land?

"Oh! that the Baas were here to see this sight!" he said, as he
crawled along the length of his dead enemy, and seated himself upon
its flat and loathsome snout. "Alas! he cannot," he added, "but I pray
that my watching spirit may spare my life, that I may live to sing the
song of the slaying of the Devil of the People of the Mist. /Wow!/
that was a fight. When shall a man see another? And lo! save for many
bruises and the cutting of the rope about my middle, I am not greatly
hurt, for the water broke the weight of his tail when he smote me with
it. After all, it is well that the line held, for it served to drag me
from the pool as it had dragged me into it, otherwise I had surely
drowned there.

"See, though, it is nearly done with," and grasping that end of the
cord which hung from the jaws of the crocodile, he broke it with a
jerk, for, with the exception of half a strand, it was frayed through
by the worn fangs.

Then, having rested himself a little, and washed the worst of his
hurts with water, Otter set himself to consider the position. First,
however, he made an utterly ineffectual effort to extract the great
knives. Ten men could not have moved them, for the upper blade was
driven many inches deep into the bone and muscles of the reptile's
massive head. But for this chance it would have soon shaken itself
clear of them; but, as it was, every contortion and gnashing of its
jaws had only served to drive the steel deeper--up to the hilt,
indeed.

Abandoning this attempt, the dwarf crept cautiously to the mouth of
the cave and peered at the further banks of the pool, whence he could
hear shouts and see men moving to and fro, apparently in a state of
great excitement.

"Now I am weary of that pool," he said to himself, "and if I am seen
in it the Great People will surely shoot at me with arrows and kill
me. What shall I do, then? I cannot stay in this place of stinks with
the dead devil and the bones of those whom he has devoured, until I
die of hunger. Yet this water must come from somewhere, therefore it
seems best that I should follow it awhile, searching for the spot
where it enters the cave. It will be dark walking, but the walls and
the floor are smooth, so that I shall not hurt myself, and if I find
nothing I can return again and strive to escape from the pool by
night."

Having decided upon the adventure, Otter began to carry it out with
characteristic promptness, the more readily, indeed, because his long
immersion the water had chilled him, and he felt a weariness creeping
over him as a result of the terrible struggle and emotions that he had
passed through.

Coiling the hide ripe about his middle, which was sadly cut by its
chafing, he started with an uncertain gait, for he was still very
weak. A few steps brought him to that rock on which he had discovered
the head of the reptile, and he paused to examine it. Climbing the
sloping stone--no easy task, for it was smooth as ice--he came to the
table-like top. On its edge lay the body of that priest who had shared
his fall from the head of the colossus.

Then he inspected the surface of the rock, and for the first time
understood how old that monster must have been which he had conquered
in single combat. For there, where its body had lain from generation
to generation, and perhaps from century to century, the hard material
was worn away to the depth of two feet or more, while at the top of
the sloping stone was a still deeper niche, wherein its head reposed
as it lay keeping its sleepless watch on the waters of the pool.

Around this depression, and strewn about the floor of the cave itself,
were the remains of many victims, a considerable number of whom had
not been devoured. In every case, however, the larger bones were
broken, and from this circumstance Otter judged that, although it was
the custom of this dreadful reptile to crush the life out of all who
were thrown to it with a bite of its fangs, yet, like that of other
animals, its appetite was limited, and it was only occasionally that
it consumed what it had killed.

The sight of these remains was so unpleasant and suggestive that even
Otter, who certainly could not be called squeamish, hastened to
descend the rock. As he passed round it his attention was attracted by
the skeleton of a man who, from various indications, must have been
alive within the last few weeks. The bones were clad in a priest's
cloak, of which the dwarf, who was trembling with cold, hastened to
possess himself. As he picked up the robe he observed beneath it a bag
of tanned ox-hide that doubtless had once been carried by the owner of
the cloak.

"Perhaps he kept food in this," thought Otter; "though what he who
came to visit the Water Dweller should want with food I cannot guess.
At the least it will be bad by now, so I will leave it and be gone.
Only a vulture would stay for long in this house of the dead." Then he
started forward.

For a few yards more he had light to guide his steps, but very soon
the darkness became complete; still the cave was not difficult to
travel, for everywhere the rock was smooth and the water shallow. All
that he needed to do was to walk straight on, keeping touch of one
side of the tunnel with one hand. Indeed he had but two things to
fear, that he should fall into some pit and that he might suddenly
encounter another crocodile, "for doubtless," thought Otter, "the
devil was married."

But Otter fell into no hole and he saw no crocodile, since, as it
chanced, the Water Dweller of the People of the Mist was a bachelor.

When the dwarf had travelled up a steep slope for rather more than
half an hour, to his intense joy he saw light before him and hurried
towards it. Presently he reached the further mouth of the cavern that
was almost closed by blocks of ice, among which a little water
trickled. Creeping through an aperture he found himself upon the crest
of the impassable precipice at the back of the city, and that before
him a vast glacier of green ice stretched upwards, whereon the sun
shone gloriously.



                            CHAPTER XXXIII

                               TRAPPED

It will be remembered that some hours before Otter found himself in
the light of day, after his conquest of the reptile god, Leonard found
himself in a very difference place, namely, in a secret passage
bearing the senseless form of Juanna in his arms, and being guided by
Soa, whither he knew not.

On they went through various tunnels, of the turnings of which Leonard
tried to keep count in his mind, till at length Soa ushered him into a
rock-hewn cell that evidently had been prepared for their reception,
for on one side of it stood a bed covered with skin blankets, and on
the other a table provided with the best food that the country could
offer. At a sign from Soa he laid Juanna down upon the bed, whereon
the woman instantly threw a blanket over her, so as to hide her face
from the eyes of the curious. Then, of a sudden Leonard felt himself
seized from behind, and while his arms were held by two of the
priests, a third, under Soa's direction, removed his revolver and
hunting knife, which weapons were carried away.

"You treacherous hag!" said Leonard to Soa, "be careful lest I kill
you."

"To kill me, Deliverer, would be to kill yourself and another. These
things are taken from you because it is not safe that you should have
them; such toys are not for angry children. Stay," she said to a
fourth priest, "search his pockets."

The man did as he was ordered, placing everything that Leonard had
about him, such as his watch, Francisco's notebook and rosary, and the
great ruby stone, in a little pile upon the table. Presently he came
to the fragment of poison which was wrapped in a square of kid-skin.
Soa took it, and after examination said:

"Why, Deliverer, you have been borrowing medicine that will bring you
bad luck if you keep it," and going to a small aperture in the wall of
the cell, she threw the tiny packet out of it, and after it a second
packet which Leonard recognised as having been taken from Juanna's
hair.

"There, now you cannot hurt yourself," she added in Portuguese. "Let
me tell you something: so long as you remain quiet all will be well,
but if you attempt violence or escape, then you shall be bound and
placed by yourself, also you will bring about the death of the
Shepherdess yonder. Be warned then by me, White Man, and turn gentle,
for remember that my day has come at last and you are in my power."

"That is very clear, my estimable friend," answered Leonard,
controlling his wrath as best he might. "But for your sake I hope that
the hour will never come when you shall be in mine, for then I may
remember more than you wish. I do not in the least understand what you
are aiming at, nor do I much care so long as a certain person is
protected."

"Do not fear, Deliverer, she shall be protected. As you know well, I
hate you, and yet I keep you alive because without you she might die;
therefore, for her sake be careful. Attempt no violence towards me or
my father if we visit you alone, for we shall do so in order that she
may not be discovered, and the moment that you lift a hand against us
will be the beginning of her doom. And now I must leave you for a
while, for something passes in the temple which I desire to see. If
she awakes before I return, be careful not to frighten her. Farewell!"

Then Soa went taking the priests with her, and the massive timber door
was closed upon them.

After he had restored his various belongings to his pockets, the
revolver and the knife which had been removed excepted, Leonard turned
down the rug and looked at Juanna, who appeared to be plunged in a
deep and happy sleep, for there was a smile upon her face. Next he
examined the place where they were confined. It had two doors, that by
which they had entered and a second of equal solidity. The only other
opening was the slit out of which Soa had dropped the poison. It was
shaped like an inverted loophole, the narrow end facing inward. This
aperture attracted Leonard's attention, both on account of its unusual
form and because of the sounds that reached him through it. Of these,
the first and most pervading was a noise of rushing water. Then after
a while he distinguished a roar as of a multitude shouting, that was
repeated again and again at intervals. Now he knew where they must be.
They were hidden away in the rock of the temple, somewhere in the
immediate neighbourhood of the raging pool that lay in front of the
colossus, and these sounds which he heard were the clamour of the
people who watched the fate of Otter and Francisco.

This conviction was terrible enough, but had he known that, as it
entered his mind, the body of his friend the priest was travelling on
its last journey within four feet of his eyes, Leonard might have been
even more prostrated than he was.

For an hour or more the shouting continued, then followed a silence
broken only by the everlasting murmur of the waters without.

When Soa departed she had left a fragment of dip made of goat-fat
burning upon the floor, but very soon this expired, leaving them in
darkness. Now, however, light began to flow into the dungeon through
the slit in the rock, and it seemed to Leonard that the character of
this light was clearer than that to which they had been accustomed in
this gloomy land.

After a while Leonard sat down upon a stool, which he placed close to
Juanna's bed, just where the beam of light pierced the shadows, and
groaned aloud in the bitterness of his heart. It was over; the pure-
hearted martyr, Francisco, was dead, and with him Otter, his faithful
friend and servant. Except Soa, who had become an active enemy, at
least so far as he was concerned, of all who travelled to this hellish
country Juanna and he alone were left alive, and sooner or later fate
must overtake them also. The greatest and last failure of his life was
about to be consummated, and he would go down into a nameless grave,
there to be lost, having for many years suffered and toiled to no
purpose, pursuing a chimera.

Juanna still slept heavily under the influence of the drug, and he was
glad of it, for when she woke it must be to a worse misery than any
that had gone before. Partly for something to do, and partly because
the cravings of nature made themselves felt even through his sorrows,
Leonard turned to the table and ate and drank of the viands there,
though not without fear that they might be doctored. As the food took
effect upon him some share of hope and courage entered into his heart,
for it is a true saying that a full stomach makes a brave man. After
all they two still breathed and were unharmed in body, nor was it
absolutely certain that they would be called upon to give up the ghost
at present. This was much.

Moreover, he had lived long enough to win the love of the fearless and
beautiful girl who slept beside him, and though perhaps under such
circumstances love, however true and passionate, ceases to occupy a
commanding place in a man's heart, even then he felt that this was
more, and that happier days might dawn when it would be, if not
everything, at least most of all.

As he thought thus, he saw colour creep into Juanna's pale face; then
she sighed, opened her eyes, and sat up.

"Where am I?" she said, glancing round wildly. "This is not the bed on
which I lay down. Oh!" she started, "is it over?"

"Hush, dear, hush! I am with you," said Leonard, taking her hand.

"So I see. But where are the others, and what is this dreadful place?
Are we buried alive, Leonard? It looks like a tomb."

"No, we are only prisoners. Come, eat and drink something, and then I
will tell you the story."

She rose to obey him, and for the first time her eyes fell upon the
robe she wore.

"Why, this is Francisco's! Where is Francisco?"

"Eat and drink," he repeated.

She did his bidding mechanically, watching his face the while with
wondering and frightened eyes.

"Now," she said, "tell me. I can bear this no longer. Where are
Francisco and Otter?"

"Alas! Juanna, they are dead," he answered solemnly.

"Dead," she wailed, wringing her hand. "Francisco dead! Why then are
we still live?"

"Have courage and listen, Juanna. After you went to sleep in the
palace, Soa came to us with a plan which we accepted."

"What was the plan?" she asked hoarsely.

Twice he strove to tell her and twice he failed--the words would not
come.

"Go on. Why do you torment me?"

"It was this, Juanna: that Francisco should be dressed in the robe of
Aca, and offered up with Otter in your place, while you were hidden
away."

"Has it been done?" she whispered.

"I believe so," Leonard replied, bowing his head to his breast. "We
are prisoners in a secret cell beneath the feet of the statue. There
has been great noise and confusion without, and now for some time
silence."

Then Juanna sprang up and stood over him with flashing eyes.

"How dared you do this?" she said. "Who gave you leave to do it? I
thought that you were a man, now I see that you are a coward."

"Juanna," said Leonard, "it is useless for you to talk like this.
Whatever was done was done for your sake, not for that of anybody
else."

"Oh, yes, you say so, but I believe that you made a plot with Soa to
murder Francisco in order that you might save your own life. I have
done with you. I will never speak to you again."

"You can please yourself about that," answered Leonard, who by now was
thoroughly enraged, "but I am going to speak to you. Look here, you
have said words to me for which, were you a man, I would do my best to
be avenged upon you. But as you are a woman I can only answer them,
and then wash my hands of you. As you must know, or will know when you
come to your right mind, I would gladly have taken Francisco's place.
But it was impossible, for had I attempted to dress myself up in the
robe of Aca, I should instantly have been discovered, and /you/ would
have paid the price of my folly. We all knew this, and after we had
consulted, things were arranged as I have told you. I only consented
to your being brought here on the condition that I was allowed to
accompany you for your protection. Now I wish that I had left it alone
and gone with Francisco, then perhaps I should have found peace
instead of bitter words and reproaches. However, do not be afraid, for
I think it probable that I shall soon follow him. I know that you were
very fond of this man--this hero--and also, either by accident or
design, that you had succeeded in making him a great deal too fond of
you for his peace of mind; therefore I make excuses for your conduct,
which, with all such deductions, still remains perfectly intolerable."

He paused and looked at her as she sat on the edge of the couch,
biting her lip and glancing towards him now and again with a curious
expression on her beautiful face, in which grief, pride, and anger all
had their share. Yet at that moment Juanna was thinking not of
Francisco and his sacrifice, but of the man before her whom she had
never loved so well as now, when he spoke to her thus bitterly, paying
her back in her own coin.

"I cannot pretend to match you in scolding and violence," she said,
"therefore I will give up argument. Perhaps, however, when /you/ come
to your right mind, you will remember that my life is my own, and that
I gave nobody permission to save it at the cost of another person's."

"What is done, is done," answered Leonard moodily, for his anger had
burnt out. "Another time I will not interfere without your express
wish. By the way, my poor friend asked me to give you these," and he
handed her the rosary and the notebook; "he has written something for
you to read on the last sheet of the journal, and he bade me say that,
should you live to escape, he hoped that you will wear these in memory
of him," and he touched the beads, "and also that you would not forget
him in your prayers."

Juanna took the journal, and holding it to the light, opened it at
hazard. The first thing that she saw was her own name, for in truth it
contained, among many other matters, a record of the priest's unhappy
infatuation from the first moment of their meeting, and also of his
pious efforts to overcome it. Turning the pages rapidly she came to
the last on which there was any writing. It ran as follows:


 "Senora, of the circumstances under which I write these words you
  will learn in due course. The pages of this journal, should you
  deign to study them, will reveal to you my shameful weakness. But
  if I am a priest I am also a man--who soon shall be neither, but,
  as I hope, an immortal spirit--and the man in me, following those
  desires of the spirit that find expression through the flesh, has
  sinned and loved you. Forgive me this crime, as I trust it will be
  forgiven elsewhere, though myself I cannot pardon it. Be happy
  with that noble gentleman who has won your heart and who himself
  worships you as you deserve. May you be protected from all the
  dangers that now surround you, as I think you will, and may the
  blessing of Heaven be with you and about you for many peaceful
  years, till at length you come to the peace that passeth
  understanding! And when from time to time you think of me, may you
  in your heart couple my name with certain holy words: 'Greater
  love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
  friends.' Senora, pardon me and farewell."


Juanna read this touching and noble-hearted adieu with an ever-growing
wonder, and when she had finished it, put down the book crying aloud,

"Oh! what have I done to deserve such devotion as this?" Then with a
strange and bewildering inconsequence she flung herself into Leonard's
arms, and burying her head upon his breast she began to weep.

When she was somewhat calmer he also read the letter and closed the
book, saying:

"The world is poorer by a perfect gentleman. He was too good for any
of us, Juanna."

"I think so," she answered.

Just then they heard a sound without the door; it opened, and Nam
entered accompanied by Soa.

"Deliverer," said the aged priest, whose countenance and troubled eyes
bore traces of many conflicting emotions, "and you, Shepherdess, I
come to speak with you. As you see, I am alone, except for this woman,
but should you attempt any violence towards her or me, that will be
the signal for your deaths. With much toil and at no little risk to
myself I have spared the life of the Shepherdess, causing the white
man, your companion, to be offered up in her place."

"Has that offering been accomplished?" broke in Leonard, who could not
restrain his anxiety to learn what had happened.

"I will be frank with you, Deliverer," answered the high-priest, when
Juanna had translated his question, "since the truth cannot hurt me,
for now we know too much of one another's secrets to waste time in
bandying lies. I know, for instance, that the Shepherdess and the
dwarf are no gods, but mortal like ourselves; and you know that I have
dared to affront the true gods by changing the victim whom they had
chosen. The sacrifice has been accomplished, but with so many signs
and wonders that I am bewildered; the People of the Mist are
bewildered also, so that none know what to think. The white man, your
companion, was hurled fainting into the waters when the dawn had
broken upon the mountain and was seen to be grey; but the dwarf, your
servant, did not wait to have that office done for him, for he sprang
thither himself, ay, and took one with him."

"Bravo, Otter!" cried Leonard; "I knew that you would die hard."

"Hard did he die indeed, Deliverer," said Nam with a sigh, "so hard
that even now many swear that he was a god and not a man. Scarcely had
they all vanished into the pool when a wonder chanced such as has not
been told of in our records: Deliverer, the white dawn turned to red,
perchance, as I cried to calm the people, because the false gods had
met their doom."

"Then the true ones must be singularly blind," said Juanna, "seeing
that I, whom you dare to call a false god, am still alive."

This argument silenced Nam for a moment, but presently he answered.

"Yes, Shepherdess, you are still alive," he said, laying a curious
emphasis on the "still." "And, indeed," he added hastily, "if you are
not foolish you may long remain so, both of you, for I have no desire
to shed your blood who only seek to end my last days in peace. But
listen to the end of the tale: While the people wondered at the omen
of the changed dawn, it was seen that the dwarf, your servant, was not
dead there in the pool. Yes! this was seen, Deliverer: to and fro in
the troubled waters rushed the great Water Dweller, and after him,
keeping pace with him, went that dwarf who was named Otter. Ay, round
and round and down to the lowest depths, though how it could be that a
man might swim with the Snake none can say."

"Oh, bravo, Otter!" said Leonard again, bethinking him of an
explanation of the mystery which he did not reveal to Nam. "Well, what
was the end of it?"

"That none know for certain, Deliverer," answered the priest
perplexedly. "At last the Water Dweller, from whose mouth poured
blood, was seen to sink with the dwarf; then he rose again and entered
the cave, his home. But whether the dwarf entered with him, or no, I
cannot say, for some swear one thing and some another, and in the foam
and shadow it was hard to see; moreover, none will venture there to
learn the truth."

"Well, dead or alive, he made a good fight for it," said Leonard. "And
now, Nam, what is your business with us?"

This question appeared to puzzle the priest a little, for, to speak
truth, he did not care to disclose the exact nature of his business,
which was to separate Leonard from Juanna, without force if possible.

"I came here, Deliverer," he answered, "to tell you what had
happened."

"Exactly," said Leonard, "to tell me that you have murdered my best
friend, and one who was but lately your god. I thank you for your
news, Nam, and now, if I might make bold to ask it, what are your
plans with reference to ourselves--I mean until it suits you to send
us after our companions?"

"Believe me, Deliverer, my plan is to save your lives. If the others
have been sacrificed it was no fault of mine, for there are forces
behind me that I cannot control even when I guide them. The land is in
confusion and full of strange rumours. I know not what may happen
during the next few days, but till they are over you must lie hid.
This is a poor place in which to dwell, but there is none other safe
and secret. Still, here is another chamber which you can use;
perchance you have already seen it," and placing his hand upon what
appeared to be a latch, he opened the second door which Leonard had
noticed previously, revealing a cell of very similar construction to
that in which they were, and of somewhat larger size.

"See, Deliverer," he went on, "here is the place," and he stepped
forward to enter the cell, then drew back as though in courtesy to
allow Leonard to pass in before him.

For once Leonard's caution forsook him, for at the moment he was
thinking of other things. Almost mechanically he passed the threshold.
Scarcely were his feet over it when he remembered the character of his
host and the lodging, and turned quickly to come back.

It was too late, for even as he turned the heavy timber door closed in
his face with a crash, and he was caged.



                            CHAPTER XXXIV

                         NAM'S LAST ARGUMENT

For a moment Juanna stood stupefied; for the manoeuvre had been so
sudden that at first she could scarcely realise its results.

"Now, Shepherdess," began Nam blandly, "we can talk in private, for I
have words to say to you which it is not fitting that other ears
should hear."

"You fiend," she answered fiercely; then comprehending that violence
or remonstrance would be useless, she added, "Speak on, I hear you."

"Listen, Shepherdess, and for your own sake I implore you, do not give
way to grief or rage. I swear to you that no harm shall come to yonder
man if you will but do my bidding. Shepherdess, you are found out; I
know, and the people know, that you are no goddess. It had been safer
to sacrifice you to-day, but partly because of the pleading of my
daughter who loves you, and partly for other reasons, I have caused
you to be saved alive. Now, Shepherdess, from this country there is no
escape; as you have chosen to come hither, here you must remain for
life, and in this cell you cannot live and die. Therefore, for my
daughter's sake I have cast about for a means to deliver you from
bonds and to set you high in the land, ay, almost at its head," and he
paused.

"Perhaps you will come to the point," said Juanna, who was trembling
with fear and anger.

"It is this, Shepherdess," Nam answered bowing; "although you are
dethroned as a goddess, you may still shine as a queen and rule over
us as the wife of our king."

"Indeed," replied Juanna, turning suddenly cold; "and how shall I, who
am held to be dead, appear again as a woman wedded to your king?
Surely the people would find that strange, Nam?"

"No, Shepherdess, for I have prepared a tale which shall explain the
wonder, and already its rumour runs from mouth to mouth. It will be
said that you were a goddess and therefore immortal, but that for the
sake of love you have put off your godhead and put on the flesh, that
you might dwell for some years with him whom you desire."

"Indeed," said Juanna again. "And what if I refuse to consent to this
scheme, which, as I think, can have come only from a woman's brain?"
and she pointed to Soa.

"You are right, Shepherdess," answered Soa, "the plan is mine; I made
it to save you, and also," she added coolly, "to be revenged upon that
white thief who loves you, for he shall live to see you the wife of
another man, a wild man."

"And have you never thought, Soa, that I may have wishes of my own in
this matter?"

"Doubtless, yet the fairest women cannot always have what they may
chance to wish. Know, Shepherdess, that this must be both for your own
sake and for the sake of Nam, my father. Olfan loves you, and in these
troubled times it is necessary that Nam and the priests should gain
his support, which has been bought but now by the promise that you
will be given to him in marriage on this very day. For you,
Shepherdess, although you might have wished to wed one of your own
race, at the least you will rule a queen, and that is better than to
perish miserably."

"I think otherwise, Soa," Juanna answered calmly, for she saw that
neither passion nor pleading would help her, "and of the two I choose
to die," and she put her hand to her hair, then started, for she found
the poison gone.

"You will choose to die, Shepherdess," said Soa with a cold smile,
"but this is not always so easy. I have taken your medicine from you
while you slept, and here there are no other means to compass death."

"I can starve, Soa," replied Juanna with dignity.

"That takes some time, Shepherdess, and to-day you will become the
wife of Olfan. Still it is needful that you should yourself consent to
marry him, for this chief is so foolish that he declares that he will
not wed you till you have accepted him with your own mouth and in the
presence of witnesses."

"Then I fear that the wedding will not be celebrated," said Juanna
with a bitter laugh, for she could not refrain from giving some
outward expression to all the loathing which she felt for this wicked
woman, who in her fierce love would save the life of her mistress by
selling her to shame.

"I think that it will, Shepherdess," answered Soa, "for it seems that
we have a way by which we can win you to speak those words which Olfan
desires to hear."

"There is no way, Soa."

"What, none, Shepherdess? Think now: he whom you name Deliverer is a
prisoner beyond that door. What if his life hangs upon your choice?
What if he were shown to you about to die a fearful death from which
you alone could save him by speaking a certain word?"

Now for the first time Juanna fully understood the hideous nature of
the plot whereby Soa purposed either to force her to become the wife
of a savage, or to thrust upon her the guilt of causing the death of
the man whom she loved, and she sank back upon the couch, saying:

"You would have done better to leave me yonder in the slave camp,
Soa."

Then, abandoning the tone of forced calm in which she had spoken
hitherto, Soa broke out bitterly:

"When you were in the slave camp, Shepherdess, you loved me who have
loved you from a child, for then no white dog had come to sow mischief
between us and to make you hate and distrust me. Then I would have
died for you, ay, and this I would do now. But also I would be
revenged upon the white dog, for I, who am husbandless and childless,
had but this one thing, and he has taken it from me. You were to me as
mother, and lover, and babe are to other women--my all, and now I am
left desolate, and I will be revenged upon him before I die. But I
still love you, Shepherdess, and could any other plan have been found
to help you, I could not have forced this marriage on you. No such
plan can be found; thus alone can you live and become great and happy;
and thus alone can I continue to feast my eyes upon you, though it be
from far."

She ceased, trembling with the strength of the passions that shook
her, to which indeed her words had given but feeble expression.

"Go," said Juanna, "I would have time to think."

Then Nam spoke again.

"We go, Shepherdess, in obedience to your wish, but before evening we
shall return to hear your answer. Do not attempt to work mischief upon
yourself, for know that you will be watched though you cannot see the
eyes that watch you. If you do but so much as lift a hand against your
life, or even strive to cut off the light that flows through yonder
hole, then at once you will be seized and bound, and my daughter will
be set to guard you. Shepherdess, farewell."

And they went, leaving Juanna alone and a prey to such thoughts as can
scarcely be written.

For several hours she sat there upon the couch, allowing no hint of
what she felt to appear upon her face, for she was too proud to suffer
the eyes which she knew were spying on her, though whence she could
not tell, to read her secret anguish.

As she sat thus in her desolation several things grew clear to Juanna,
and the first of them was that Soa must be mad. The love and hate that
seethed in her fierce heart had tainted her brain, making her more
relentless than a leopard robbed of its young. From the beginning she
had detested Leonard and been jealous of him, and incautiously enough
he had always shown his dislike and distrust of her. By slow degrees
these feelings had hardened into insanity, and to gratify the vile
promptings of her disordered mind she would hesitate at nothing.

From Soa, therefore, she could hope for no relenting. Nor had she
better prospect with Nam, for it was evident that in his case
political considerations operated as strongly as did those of a
personal character with his daughter. He was so much involved, he had
committed himself so deeply in this matter of the false gods, that,
rightly or wrongly, he conceived Soa's plan to offer the only feasible
chance of escape from the religious complications by which he was
surrounded, that threatened to bring his life and power to a
simultaneous end.

It was out of the question, therefore, to expect help from the high-
priest, who was in the position of a man on a runaway horse with
precipices on either side of him, unless, indeed, she could show him
some safer path. Failing this, it would avail her nothing that he
hated and feared Olfan, and only promoted this marriage in order to
bribe the king into standing his friend during the expected political
convulsions. Indeed, as she guessed rightly, Nam would much better
like to know her safely over the borders of the Mist-land than to be
called upon to greet her as its queen. This was obvious, seeing that
should she return to power, religious or temporal, it was scarcely to
be hoped that she would forget the wrongs which she had suffered at
his hands. The marriage was merely a temporary expedient designed to
ward off immediate evil, but should it come about and the crisis be
tided over, it was plain that the struggle between the false goddess
and the perjured priest must be carried on until it ended in the death
of one or both of them. However, all these things lay in the future as
Nam foretold it, a future which Juanna never meant to live to see.

There remained Leonard and Olfan. The former, of course, was
powerless, at least for the present, having suffered himself to be
entrapped, though his lack of caution mattered little, for doubtless
if guile had failed, force would have been employed. It was she who
must save Leonard, for he could do nothing to save her.

The more Juanna thought of the matter, the more she became convinced
that her only hope lay in Olfan himself, who had sworn friendship to
her, and who certainly was no traitor. She remembered that in their
conversation of the day before he had admitted that she could be
nothing to him while Leonard lived. Probably Nam had told her that the
Deliverer was dead, and then it was, actuated by his passion which she
knew to be genuine enough, that he had entered into a bargain with the
priest. These must be the terms of the compact, that the game of the
false gods being played, Olfan undertook to support Nam and the rest
of his party to the best of his power, for the consideration to be
received of her hand in marriage, stipulating, however, that she
should give it of her own free will.

This of course she would never do; therefore Olfan's proviso gave her
a loophole of escape, though Juanna was well aware that it would not
be wise to rely too implicitly on the generosity of the savage chief
in matters upon which savages are apt to be neither generous nor
delicate. On this she must fall back as a last resource, or rather as
a last resource but one. Meanwhile, she would fight Nam and Soa step
by step, yielding only when she saw that further obstinacy on her part
would involve Leonard's destruction. It was possible, indeed it was
probable, that everything might fail her, and in that event she must
not fail herself; in other words, although the poison had been taken
from her, she must find a means of death.

Having thought these problems out so far as it was in her power to do,
Juanna rose and began to walk up and down the cell, noting its
construction and peculiarities. Doubtless Leonard was behind yonder
door, but it was so thick that she could hear nothing of his
movements. For the rest, it seemed clear that escape was impossible.
Excepting the doors, the shaft in the rock was the only other opening
that she was able to see, but through this no child could pass, and if
he might it would be to fall into the pool of raging water.

Had Otter lived through the fight with the snake god, she wondered?
There was small chance of it, but at least he had made an end worthy
of his reputation, and she felt proud of him. And the other--
Francisco. Of him also she was proud indeed, but for herself she was
ashamed, for she knew that she had been to blame, though not
designedly. Who would have guessed that this frail timid man could
prove himself such a hero, or who could estimate the power of the
unsought and unhappy love which enabled him to conquer the fear of
death?

She had been wrong to be angry with Leonard, for she knew well that,
if it could have been so, he would gladly have given his own life for
hers. Alas! it seemed that she was always wrong, for her temper was
quick and the tongue is an unruly member. They had both of them been
ready to die for her, and one of them had done so; well, now it was
probable that the tables would be turned before many hours were over,
and that she would be called upon to offer herself to save her lover.
If this came about, she would not forget the example of Francisco, but
would rather try to equal it in the heroism of her end.

The day passed slowly, and at length the gloom gathering in the little
cell told her that night was near. Before it fell, however, Soa and
Nam entered, bearing candles, which they fixed upon brackets in the
walls.

"We come, Shepherdess, to hear your answer," said Nam. "Will you
consent to take Olfan for a husband, or will you not?"

"I will not consent."

"Think again, Shepherdess."

"I have thought. You have my answer."

At the words Nam seized her arm, saying, "Come hither, Shepherdess; I
would show you something," and he led her to that door in passing
which Leonard had been entrapped. At the same time Soa extinguished
one of the candles, and taking the other in her hand she left the
cell, bolting the door behind her, so that Nam and Juanna stood in
darkness.

"Shepherdess," said Nam sternly, "you are about to see him whom you
name the Deliverer. Now remember this, if you cry out or speak above a
whisper--he dies."

Juanna made no answer, although she felt her heart grow faint within
her. Five minutes or more passed, and of a sudden a panel slid back in
the upper part of the door which connected the two cells, so that
Juanna could see through it, although those who stood on the further
side could not see her, for they were in light and she was in
darkness.

And this was what she saw: Ranged against the wall of the second
prison, and opposite to her, were three priests holding candles in
their hands, whereof the light shone upon their sullen, cruel faces,
and the snake's head tattooed on their naked breasts. In front of
these men stood two other priests, and between them was Leonard bound
and gagged.

On the hither side of the cell, and not more than two feet from the
open panel, stood Soa, on whom the eyes of the executioners were
fixed, as though awaiting a command. Between Soa and these men yawned
an open hole in the rock floor.

When Juanna had gazed upon this scene for some twenty seconds the
sliding panel was closed, apparently by Soa, and Nam spoke:

"You have seen, Shepherdess," he said, "that the Deliverer is bound,
and you have seen also that before him is a hole in the floor of the
prison. He who falls down that hole, Shepherdess, finds himself in the
den of the Snake beneath, from the visiting of whom no man has ever
returned alive, for it is through it that we feed the Water-dweller at
certain seasons of the year, and when there is no sacrifice. Now,
Shepherdess, you must choose between two things; either to wed Olfan
of your own free will this night, or to see the Deliverer thrown to
the Snake before your eyes, and afterwards to wed Olfan whether you
will it or not. What do you say, Shepherdess?"

Juanna took counsel with herself, and came to the conclusion that she
would resist a little longer, for she thought that this scene might
have been planned merely to try her fortitude.

"I refuse to marry Olfan," she answered.

Then Nam opened the panel and whispered a word into the ear of Soa,
who uttered a command. Instantly the two executioner priests flung
Leonard on to his back upon the ground, an easy task seeing that his
legs were fastened with ropes, and dragged him forward until his head
hung over the oubliette-like hole. Then they paused as though waiting
for some further order. Nam drew Juanna some few paces away from the
door.

"What is your word now, Shepherdess?" he said. "Is the man to die or
be saved? Speak swiftly."

Juanna glanced through the opening and saw that now Leonard's head and
shoulders had vanished down the oubliette, while one of the priests
held him by the ankles, watching Soa for the sign to let him fall.

"Loose him," said Juanna faintly. "I will marry Olfan."

Stepping forward, Nam whispered to Soa, who issued another order.
Thereupon the priests drew Leonard from his perilous position, and,
unwillingly enough, rolled him to the side of the cell, for they would
have preferred to be rid of him. At that moment also the shutter was
closed.

"I said /loose him/," repeated Juanna; "now the man lies unable to
move like a fallen tree, on the ground."

"No, Shepherdess," replied Nam; "perchance you may yet change your
mind, and then it would be troublesome to bind him afresh, for he is
very strong and violent. Listen, Shepherdess; when Olfan comes
presently to ask your hand, you must say nothing of that man yonder,
for he deems him to be dead, and the moment you speak of him he will
be dead. Do you understand?"

"I understand," answered Juanna, "but at least the gag might be taken
from his mouth."

"Fear not, Shepherdess, it shall be done--when you have spoken with
Olfan. And now, at what hour will it be your pleasure to see him?"

"When you will. The sooner it is finished the better."

"Good. My daughter," he added to Soa, who just then entered the cell,
"be pleased to make fire, and then summon the king Olfan, who waits
without."

Soa departed upon her errand, and, overcome with terror which she
would not show, Juanna sank upon the couch, hiding her face in her
hands. For a while there was silence, then the door opened again and,
heralded by Soa, Olfan, the king, stood before her.

"Be careful, Shepherdess," whispered Nam as they entered; "one word--
and the Deliverer dies."



                             CHAPTER XXXV

                         BE NOBLE OR BE BASE

For a while there was silence, then Juanna looked up, searching
Olfan's face with her eyes. Nothing was to be read there, for it was
impossible to pierce the mask of solemn calm beneath which, in common
with all his race, the king was accustomed to hide his thoughts. He
leant on the shaft of his broad spear, his head bowed slightly as
though in humility, his dark eyes fixed upon her face, immovable,
impassive, a picture of savage dignity.

Indeed, Juanna was fain to confess to herself that she had never seen
a grander specimen of the natural man than that presented by the chief
of the People of the Mist, as he stood before her in her rock prison.
The light of the candles fell full upon him, revealing his great girth
and stature, beside which those of the finest men of her own race
would have seemed insignificant. It shone upon the ivory torques,
emblems of royalty, which were about his neck, wrists, and ankles,
upon the glossy garments of black goat-skin that hung from his
shoulders and middle, and the raven tresses of his hair bound back
from his forehead by a narrow band of white linen, which showed in
striking contrast against the clear olive colouring of his face and
breast.

"Speak, Olfan," said Juanna at length.

"It was told to me, Queen," he answered in a low, full voice, "that
you had words to say to me. Nevertheless, now as always, I obey you.
Queen, I learn that your husband, he whom you loved, is dead, and
believe me, I sorrow for you. In this shameful deed I had no hand;
that, together with the end of the other white man and the dwarf, must
be set down to the account of this priest, who swears that he was
driven to it by the clamour of the people. Queen, they have all gone
across the mountains and through the sky beyond, and you, like some
weary dove, far travelled from a southern clime, are left a prey among
the eagles of the People of the Mist.

"But a few hours since I thought you dead also, for with all the
thousands in the temple I believed that it was your fair body which
Nam hurled at dawn from the brow of the statue, and I tell you that
when I saw it, I, who am a warrior, wept and cursed myself, because,
although I was a king, I had no power to save you. Afterwards this
man, the high priest, came to me, telling me the truth and a plan that
he had made for his own ends, whereby you might be saved alive and
lifted up among the people, and he also might be saved, and my rule be
made sure in the land." And he ceased.

"What is this plan, Olfan?" asked Juanna, after a pause.

"Queen, it is that you should wed me, and appear before the people no
longer as a goddess, but as a woman who has put on the flesh for her
love's sake. I know well that I am all unworthy of such honour,
moreover, that your heart must be sore with the loss of one who was
dear to you, and little set upon the finding of another husband; also
I remember certain words that passed between us and a promise which I
made. All these things I told to Nam, and he answered me saying that
the matter was urgent, that here you could not be hid away for long,
and that if I did not take you to wife then you must die. Therefore,
because my love towards you is great, I said to him, 'Go now and ask
her if she will smile upon me if I come before her with such words.'

"Nam went, but before he went he made certain agreements with me on
matters of policy, under which I must pay a heavy price for you, Lady,
and forego revenge and forget many an ancient hate, all of which
things I have promised to do should you smile upon me, so great is my
love towards you. The hours went by, and Nam came back to me, saying
that, having weighed the matter in your mind, your answer was
favourable. To this I replied that I did not trust him, and would take
it from your lips alone.

"And now, Queen, I am here to listen to your word, and to offer myself
to you, to serve you all my life as your husband and your slave. I
have little to give you who have been bred up in sunnier lands, and
among a more gentle people; I who am but the wild chief of men whose
hearts are rugged as our mountains, and gloomy as a winter's day that
is heavy with snow to come,--only myself, the service of my soldiers'
spears, and the first place among the Children of the Mist.

"Now let me hear your answer, and be it what it may, I will accept it
without a murmur, for least of all things do I desire to force myself
upon you in marriage. Still I pray you, speak to me plainly once and
for all, for if I must lose you I would know the worst; nor can I
bear, when you have smiled upon me, to see you turn away. Nay, I would
sooner die."

And once more he bowed his head, leaned upon his spear, and was
silent.

Juanna considered the position rapidly. It was hopeless and cruel. Nam
and Soa were on either side of her, the latter standing near the door
with the sliding panel beyond which Leonard lay bound, and she knew
well that did she speak a single word of the truth to Olfan, it would
be the signal for her lover's death. It was possible that the king
might be able to protect her own person from violence, but if Leonard
died it mattered little what became of her. There was but one thing
that she could do--declare herself willing to become the wife of
Olfan. Yet it seemed shameless thus to treat this honourable man, the
only friend that they had found among the People of the Mist. But of a
truth, such necessities as hers cannot wait while those in their toils
weigh scruples or the law of honour.

"Olfan," she said, "I have heard you, and this is my answer: I will
take you as my husband. You know my story, you know that he who was my
lord is but this day dead," here Soa smiled approvingly at the lie,
"and that I loved him. Therefore of your gentleness, you will accord
me some few weeks before I pass from him to you, in which I may mourn
my widowhood. I will say no more, but surely you can guess the sorrow
of my heart, and all that I have left unsaid."

"It shall be as you wish, Queen," replied Olfan, taking her hand and
kissing it, while his sombre face grew radiant with happiness. "You
shall pass into my keeping at that time which best pleases you, yet I
fear that in one matter you must be troubled now, this very hour."

"What may that be, Olfan?" asked Juanna anxiously.

"Only this, Queen, that the rite of marriage as we practise it must be
celebrated between us. It is necessary for many reasons which will be
made clear to you to-morrow. Moreover, such was my bargain with Nam
sealed by an oath sworn upon the blood of Aca, an oath that I do not
dare to break."

"Oh, no, no!" said Juanna in acute distress. "Think, Olfan, how can I,
whose husband is not six hours dead, vow myself to another man upon
the altar of his grave? Give me some few days, I pray you."

"Most willingly would I do this, Lady, but I may not, it is against my
oath. Also, what can it matter? You shall remain alone for so long as
it shall please you."

Then Nam spoke for the first time, saying:

"Shepherdess, waste no breath in words, for learn that though this
garment of modesty is becoming to one new widowed, yet you must put it
from you. More depends upon this ceremony than you know of, the lives
of many hang upon it, our own, perchance, among them, and especially
the life of one of whom it does not become me to speak," and as though
by accident Nam let his eyes rest upon the door of the adjoining cell.

Of his auditors Olfan thought that he was alluding to his own life,
but Juanna and his daughter knew well that he spoke of that of
Leonard, which would be sacrificed did the former persist in her
objections to the instant celebration of the marriage.

"You hear his words, Queen," said Olfan, "and there is weight in them.
The times are very dangerous, and if our plot is to be carried
through, before midnight I must make oath to the captains and the
Council of the Elders that you have come back from death to be my
wife."

"Maybe," answered Juanna, catching at a straw in her despair, "but
must I, who shall be set over this people as queen, be married thus in
secret? At the least I will have witnesses. Let some of the captains
whom you trust, Olfan, be brought here to see us wed, otherwise the
time may come when I shall be held to be no true wife, and there are
none to establish my honour by their words."

"There is little fear of such a thing, Queen," answered Olfan with a
faint smile, "yet your demands are just. I will bring three of my
captains here, men who will not betray us, and they shall be witness
to this rite," and he turned as though he would go to seek them.

"Do not leave me," said Juanna, catching him by the wrist. "I trust
you, but these two I do not trust. I fear to be left alone."

"There is no need for witnesses," exclaimed Nam in a threatening
voice.

"The Shepherdess has asked for witnesses, and she shall have them,"
answered Olfan fiercely. "Old man, you have played with me long
enough; hitherto I have been your servant, now I will be your master.
Some hours ago your life was forfeit to me, for the white dawn had
turned to red, and I meant to take it, but you bribed me with this
bait," and he pointed to Juanna. "Nay, do not lay your hand upon your
knife; you forget I have my spear. Your priests are without, I know
it, but so are my captains, and I have told them where I am; if I
vanish as many vanish here, my life will be required at your hands,
for, Nam, your power is broken.

"Now, obey me. Bid that woman summon him who guards without. No, you
do not stir," and he lifted the spear till its keen blue point
quivered over the high priest's naked breast. "Bid her go to the door
and summon the guard. I said to the door, but not beyond it, or
beware!"

Nam was cowed: his tool had become his master.

"Obey," he said to Soa.

"Obey, but no more," echoed Olfan.

Snarling like a wolf, the woman slipped past them to the door, and
opening it a little way, she whistled through the crack.

"Hide yourself, Lady," said Olfan.

Juanna retreated into the shadow behind the candle, and at that moment
a voice spoke through the open door, saying, "I am here, father."

"Now, speak," said Olfan, advancing the spear an inch nearer Nam's
heart.

"My son," said the priest, "go to the entrance by which the king
entered, where you will find three captains, generals of the king.
Lead them hither."

"And see that you speak to no one on the way," whispered Olfan in
Nam's ear.

"And see that you speak to no one on the way," repeated Nam.

"I hear you, father," replied the priest, and went.

Some ten minutes passed and the door opened again. "The captains are
here," whispered a voice.

"Let them enter," said Nam.

The order was obeyed, and three great men armed with spears stalked
into the narrow chamber. One of them was brother to the king, and the
two others were his chosen friends. Then the door closed.

"My brethren," said Olfan, "I have sent for you to acquaint you with a
mystery and to ask you to witness a rite. The goddess Aca, who this
day was hurled into the pool of the Snake, has returned to earth as a
woman, and is about to become my wife,"--here the captains started--
"nay, brethren, ask no questions; these things are so, it is enough.
Now, priest, play your part."

After that, for a while all seemed a dream to Juanna, a dream of which
she was never able to recover any exact memory. She could recollect
standing side by side with Olfan, while Nam muttered prayers and
invocations over them, administering to them terrible oaths, which
they took, calling upon the names of Aca and of Jal, and swearing by
the symbol of the Snake. Beyond that everything went blank. Indeed,
her mind flew back to another marriage ceremony, when she stood beside
Leonard in the slave camp, and the priest, Francisco, prayed over them
and blessed them. It was that scene which she saw, and not the one
enacting before her eyes, and with its visions were mixed up strange
impersonal reflections on the irony of fate, which had brought it
about that she should figure as the chief actor in two such dramas,
the first of which Leonard had gone through to save her, and the
second of which she must go through to save him.

At last it was done, and once more Olfan was bowing before her and
kissing her hand.

"Greeting, Shepherdess. Hail! Queen of the People of the Mist," he
said, and the captains repeated his words.

Juanna awoke from her stupor. What was to be done now? she wondered.
What could be done? Everything seemed lost. Then of a sudden an
inspiration took her.

"It is true that I am a queen, is it not, Olfan?"

"It is true, Lady."

"And as Queen of the People of the Mist I have power, have I not,
Olfan."

"Even to life and death," he answered gravely; "though if you kill,
you must answer to the Council of the Elders and to me. All in this
land are your servants, Lady, and none dare to disobey you except on
matters of religion."

"Good," said Juanna. Then addressing the captains in a tone of
command, she added, "Seize that priest who is named Nam, and the woman
with him."

Olfan looked astonished and the captains hesitated. As for Nam, he did
not hesitate, but made a bound towards the door.

"Stay awhile, Nam," said the king, making a barrier before him with
his spear; "doubtless the Queen has reasons, and you would wish to
hear them. Hold them, my captains, since the Queen commands it."

Then the three men sprang upon them. Once Nam tried to draw his knife,
but failing in his attempt he submitted without further struggle. With
Soa it was different. She bit and tore like a wild-cat, and Juanna saw
that she was striving to reach the panel and to speak through it.

"On your lives do not suffer her to come to that door," she said;
"presently you shall know why."

Then the brother of the king dragged Soa to the couch, and throwing
her down upon it stood over her, his spear-point at her throat.

"Now, Queen," said Olfan, "your will is done, and perhaps it may
please you to explain."

"Listen, King, and listen, you, captains," she answered. "These liars
told you that the Deliverer was dead, was it not so? He is not dead,
he lies bound in yonder cell, but had I spoken a word to you, then he
would have died. Olfan, do you know how my consent was won to be your
wife? A shutter within that door was opened, and he, my husband, was
shown to me, gagged and bound, and being held over the mouth of a
hideous pit in the floor of his prison, that leads I know not
whither.

"'Consent, or he dies,' they said, and for my love's sake I consented.
This was the plot, Olfan: to marry me to you, partly because the woman
yonder, who was my nurse, did not desire my death, and partly that Nam
might use me to save himself from the anger of the people. But do not
think that you would have kept me long, Olfan; for this was in the
plot also, that when you had served their purpose you should die by
secret means, as one who knew too much."

"It is a lie," said Nam.

"Silence!" answered Juanna. "Let that door be opened, and you shall
see if I have lied."

"Wait awhile, Queen," said Olfan, who appeared utterly overcome. "If I
understand you right, your husband lives, and therefore you say that
the words which we have spoken and the oaths that we have sworn mean
nothing, for you are not my wife."

"That is so, Olfan."

"Then now I am minded to turn wicked and let him die," said the king
slowly, "for know this, Lady, I cannot give you up."

Juanna grew pale as death, understanding that this man's passions, now
that once he had given them way, had passed beyond his control.

"I cannot give you up," he repeated. "Have I not dealt well with you?
Did I not say to you, 'Consent or refuse, as it shall please you, but
having once consented you must not go back upon your words'? What have
I to do with the reasons that prompted them? My heart heard them and
believed them. Queen, you are wed to me; those oaths that you have
sworn may not be broken. It is too late; now you are mine, nor can I
suffer you to pass from me back to another man, even though he was
your husband before me."

"But the Deliverer! must I then become my husband's murderer?"

"Nay, I will protect him, and, if it may be, find means to send him
from the land."

Juanna stood silent and despairing, and at this moment Soa, lying on
the couch, broke into a shrill and mocking laugh that stung her like a
whip and roused her from her lethargy.

"King," she said, "I am at your mercy, not through any wanton folly of
my own, but because fate has made a sport of me. King, you have been
hardly used, and, as you say, hitherto you have dealt well with me.
Now I pray you let the end be as the beginning was, so that I may
always think of you as the noblest among men, except one who died this
day to save me. King, you say you love me; tell me then if my life
hung upon a word of yours, would that word remain unspoken?

"Such was my case: I spoke the word and for one short hour I betrayed
you. Will you, whose heart is great, bind me by such an oath as this,
an oath wrung from me to save my darling from the power of those dogs?
If this is so, then I have erred strangely in my reading of your mind,
for till now I have held you to be a man who would perish ere he fell
so low as to force a helpless woman to be his wife, one whose crime is
that she deceived him to save her husband."

She paused, and, clasping her hands as though in prayer, looked up
into his troubled face with beseeching eyes; then, as he did not
speak, she went on:

"King, I have one more word to say. You are the strongest and you can
take me, but you cannot hold me, for that hour would be my last, and
you but the richer by your broken honour and a dead bride."

Olfan was about to answer when Soa, fearing lest Juanna's pleading
should prevail against his passion, broke in saying, "Be not fooled,
King, by a woman's pretty speeches, or by her idle threats that she
will kill herself. She will not kill herself, I know her well, she
loves her life too much; and soon, when you are wed, she will love you
also, for it is the nature of us women to worship those who master us.
Moreover, that man, the Deliverer, is not her husband, except in name;
for months I have lived with them and I know it. Take her, King, take
her now, this hour, or live to mourn her loss and your own folly all
your life's days."

"I will not answer that slave's falsehoods," said Juanna, drawing
herself up and speaking proudly, "and it were more worthy of you not
to listen to them, King. I have spoken; now do your will. Be great or
little, be noble or be base, as your nature teaches you."

And suddenly she sank to the ground and, shaking her long hair about
her face and arms, she burst into bitter weeping.

Twice the King glanced at her, then he turned his head as though he
dare look no more, and spoke keeping his eyes fixed upon the wall.

"Rise, Queen," he said hoarsely, "and cease your tears, since you are
safe from me. Now as always I live to do your will, but I pray you,
hide your face from me as much as may be, for, Lady, my heart is
broken with love for you and I cannot bear to look on that which I
have lost."

Still sobbing, but filled with admiration and wonder that a savage
could be thus generous, Juanna rose and began to murmur thanks, while
the captains stared, and Soa mocked and cursed them both.

"Thank me not," he said gently. "It seems that you, who can read all
hearts, have read mine aright, or perchance you fashioned it as you
would have it be. Now, having done with love, let us to war. Woman,
what is the secret of that door?"

"Find it for yourself," snarled Soa. "It is easy to open when once you
know the spring--like a woman's heart, Olfan. Or if you cannot find
it, then it can be forced--like a woman's love, Olfan. Surely you who
are so skilled in the winning of a bride need not seek my counsel as
to the opening of a door, for when I gave it but now upon the first of
these matters, you would not hearken, Olfan, but were melted by the
sight of tears that you should have kissed away."

Juanna heard and from that moment made up her mind that whatever
happened she had done with Soa. Nor was this wonderful, for few women
could have pardoned what she had suffered at her hands.

"Drive the spear into her till she speaks, comrade," said Olfan.

Then at the touch of steel Soa gave up mocking and told the secret of
the door.



                            CHAPTER XXXVI

                         HOW OTTER CAME BACK

After he had rested awhile at the bottom of the glacier, Otter set to
work to explore the cliff on the top of which he found himself, with
the view of descending it and hiding at its foot till nightfall, when
he hoped to find means of re-entering the city and putting himself in
communication with Olfan. Very soon, however, he discovered that if he
was to return at all, he must follow the same route by which he had
come.

Evidently the tunnel sloped upwards very sharply, for he was standing
on the brow of a precipice cut into three steps, which, taken
together, may have measured some three hundred feet in height, and, so
far as he could see, it was utterly impossible to descend any of these
cliffs without the aid of ropes. Nor could he continue his
investigations over a wide area, for about four hundred paces to the
left of the opening to the subterranean passage--whereof, by the way,
he was very careful to note the exact position--the mountain pushed
out a snowy shoulder, with declivities so precipitous that he dared
not trust himself on them.

Then he tried the right-hand side, but with no better luck, for here
he was stopped by a yawning rift in the rock. Now Otter sat down and
considered the situation.

The day was still young, and he knew that it would be foolish to
attempt escape from the pool before dark. In front of him the mountain
rose steeply till, so far as he could judge, it reached a pass which
lay some two miles off, at the base of that main peak, on whose snows
the priests had watched the breaking of the dawn. Part of this
declivity was covered with blocks of green ice, but here and there
appeared patches of earth, on which grew stunted trees, shrubs, and
even grass and flowers. Being very hungry, it occurred to Otter that
he might find edible roots among this scanty vegetation.

With this hope he began to climb the slope, to be rewarded in due
course by the discovery of a vegetable that he recognised, for it was
the same which had been offered to him on the occasion of his unlucky
outbreak that had resulted in the casting away of the rubies.

With this poor food the dwarf filled himself, and having found a bough
that made him an excellent staff, he continued his climb, desiring to
see what there might be on the other side of the neck.

Arriving there without any great difficulty, Otter stood astonished,
although he was not much given to the study of scenery. Below him lay
the City of the Mist, with its shining belt of rivers that, fed from
the inexhaustible mountain snows, meandered across the vast plains--
now no longer hidden in mist--which they had trodden on their journey.
Above his head the mighty peak towered thousands of feet into the air,
till it ended in a summit shaped like a human finger pointing
eternally to the heavens. Before him the scene was even stranger, made
up as it was of snowy fields broken by ridges of black rock, and laid
one beneath the other like white sails drying upon the slopes of a
sandhill.

Gradually, as the eye travelled downward, these snow-fields grew fewer
and fewer, till at last they vanished altogether, and their place was
taken, first by stretches of grass-land, and finally, at the foot of
the mountain, by what seemed to be a rich and level country
interspersed with clumps of bush and forest trees.

The first of these patches of snow lay within five furlongs of where
the dwarf stood, but several hundred feet below him.

Between the neck of the pass and this snow stretched a mighty rift or
chasm, with sides so sheer that no goat could have kept a footing on
them. Yet this gulf was not without its bridge, for a rock wall rose
from the bottom of the chasm, forming the bed of a glacier which
spanned it from side to side. In some places the wall was
comparatively level and in others it showed descents sharp as those of
a waterfall. This remarkable bridge of ice--that varied from a hundred
paces to a few yards in width--was bordered on either side by the most
fearful precipices; while, just where its fall was sheerest and its
width narrowest, it seemed to spring across a space of nothingness,
like the arch of a bridge thrown from bank to bank of a river. Indeed,
at this point its line became so attenuated that in the glittering
sunlight Otter was doubtful whether it was not broken through for a
distance of some yards.

Being of an inquiring mind, the dwarf decided to satisfy himself upon
the matter. All around him lay slabs of rock, some of which were worn
perfectly smooth and to the thinness of a tombstone, by centuries of
polishing in the iron jaws of glaciers. Selecting one of these of
convenient size, Otter approached the edge of the bridge, pushing the
stone before him over the frozen snow. Here the ice was perfect,
except for a slight hoar-frost that covered it, for the action of the
wind prevented the snow from gathering on the bridge, and whenever the
sun was strong enough to melt its surface, it froze again at night, so
that no slide upon a parish pond could have been more slippery or free
from inequalities.

Otter gave his stone a push, and away it went, sometimes swiftly and
sometimes at a trifling speed, according to the nature of the angle
down which it passed, leaving a bright green ribbon upon the ice in
its wake, whence it swept the hoar-frost as it sped. Once or twice he
thought that it was going to stop, but it never did stop. At length it
approached the steepest and narrowest part of the descent, down which
the stone rushed with fearful velocity.

"Now I shall see whether the bridge is broken," thought Otter; and
just then the rock, travelling like an arrow, came to that portion of
the glacier where, for a width difficult to estimate, it stretched
unsupported over space, and measured only some few feet across. On it
flew, then seemed to leap into the air, and once more sped forward
till it reached the further slope of snow, up which it travelled for a
distance, and stopped, appearing, even to Otter's keen sight, no
larger than a midge upon a table-cloth.

"Now, if a man had been seated on that stone he might have passed this
bridge in safety," said Otter to himself; "yet it is one that few
would care to travel, unless sure death were behind them."

Then he determined on a second trial, and selecting another and
somewhat lighter stone, he sent it upon its journey. It followed
precisely the same course as its predecessor, but when it came to the
knife-blade of the bridge it vanished.

"I am sorry for that stone," thought Otter, "for doubtless it, that
has been whole for many years, is at this moment only little pieces."

A third time he repeated his experiment, choosing the heaviest rock
that he could move. This messenger also leaped into the air at the
narrowest portion of the bridge, then passed on in safety to the slope
of snow beyond.

"A strange place," thought Otter; "and I pray that it may never be my
lot to ride one of those stone horses."

Then he turned down the mountain again, for the afternoon was
advancing. When he reached the entrance to the river-bed sunset was at
hand. For a while he sat watching the fading light and eating some
more roots which he had gathered. Now he crawled into the passage and
commenced his darksome journey towards the home of the dead Water
Dweller, though what he was to do when he got there he did not know.
No accident befell him, and in due course he arrived safely in the
den, his journey being much facilitated by the staff he bore, which
enabled him to feel his way like a blind man.

Creeping to the edge of the pool he listened to its turmoil, for the
shadows were gathering so fast that, with some ghostlike shapes of
foam excepted, he could not even see the surface of the water.

"If I go in there how can I get out again?" Otter thought sadly.
"After all, perhaps I should have done better to return while it was
still light, for then, by the help of my staff and the rope, I might
have made shift to climb the overhanging ledge of rock, but to try
this now were madness. I will go back and sit in the cave with the
ghosts of the god and his dead till the morning comes again, though I
do not crave their company."

So he retreated a few paces and sat in silence near the tail of the
dead Crocodile. After a while loneliness took hold of him; he tried to
sleep and could not, for it seemed to Otter that he saw eyes staring
at him from the depths of the cave, and heard dead men whispering to
each other tales of their dreadful ends. Moment by moment his fears
grew upon him, for Otter was very superstitious. Now he fancied that
he could distinguish the head of the reptile limned in fire and
resting on the edge of the rock as he had seen it that morning.

"Doubtless," he thought, "this monster is a devil and has come to life
again to be revenged upon me. /Wow!/ I liked him better when he was in
the flesh than now that he has turned himself to fire." Then to
comfort himself he began to talk aloud saying:

"Otter, unlucky that you are, why did you not die at once instead of
living on to be tormented by ghosts? Perhaps your master, the Baas,
whom alone you love, is dead already and waits for you to come to
serve him. You are very tired; say now, Otter, would it not be well if
you took that rope which is about your middle and hanged yourself?
Thus you too would become a ghost and be able to do battle with them
in their own fashion," and he groaned loudly.

Then of a sudden he grew fearful indeed, the short wool stood up upon
his head, his teeth chattered, and, as he said afterwards, his very
nose seemed to grow cold with terror. For as he sat he heard, or
seemed to hear, a voice speaking to him from the air, and that voice
his master's.

"/Otter/, /Otter/," said the voice.

He made no answer, he was too frightened.

"Otter, is that you?" whispered the voice again.

Then he spoke. "Yes, Baas, it is I. I know that you are dead and call
me. Give me one minute till I can undo my rope, and I will kill myself
and come to you."

"Thank you, Otter," said the voice with a ghastly attempt at a laugh,
"but if it is all the same, I would much rather that you came alive."

"Yes, Baas, and I too would rather stop alive, but being alive how can
I join you who are dead?"

"You fool, I am not dead," said Leonard.

"Then, Baas, how is it that you speak out of the air? Come near to me
that I may touch you and be comforted."

"I cannot, Otter; I am bound and in a prison above you. There is a
hole in the floor, and if you have a rope, as I heard you say, perhaps
you could climb up to me."

Now the dwarf began to understand. Rising, he stretched the long staff
he had brought with him high above his head, and found to his delight
that he could touch the roof of the cave. Presently the point of the
staff ceased to press upon the rock.

"Is the place here, Baas?" said Otter.

"It is here, but you must throw the stick up like a spear through the
hole, for I am tied, and cannot put out my hand to take it."

"Stay awhile, Baas; first I must make the line fast to it."

"Good, but be swift, for I am in danger."

Hurriedly Otter undid the hide rope from about his middle, knotting it
securely to the centre of the stick. Then some five feet below the
stick he made a loop large enough for a man to place his foot in, and
having ascertained the exact situation of the opening in the roof of
the cave, he hurled the staff upwards and jerked at the line.

"It is fixed," whispered Leonard from above. "Now come up if you can."

The dwarf required no second invitation. Seizing the rope as high as
he could reach above his head, he began to drag himself up hand over
hand--no easy task, for the hide cord was thin, and cut his fingers
and his right leg, round which he had twisted it to get a better
purchase. Presently, however, he succeeded in setting his foot in the
loop he had prepared, when he found that his head and shoulders were
in the hole, and that by reaching upwards he could grasp the staff
which lay across it. The rest was easy, and within half a minute he
lay gasping at his master's side.

"Have you a knife, Otter?"

"Yes, Baas, my small one, the big ones are down there; I will tell you
that story by and by."

"Never mind the story now, Otter. My hands are tied behind my back.
Feel for the lashings and cut them, then give me the knife that I may
free my legs."

Otter obeyed, and presently Leonard rose and stretched himself with a
sigh of relief.

"Where is the Shepherdess, Baas?"

"There, in the next cell. They separated me from her, and since then I
have been dangled by the legs over that hole bound and gagged, I think
in order to persuade her to consent to something or other by the sight
of my danger, for doubtless she was placed where she could see all.
Then they left me, and I managed to spit out the gag, but I could not
undo the cords. I expect that they will soon be back again."

"Then had we not better fly, Baas? I have found a passage that leads
to the mountains."

"How can we fly and leave the Shepherdess, Otter? Since I have been
held down the hole, only two men have visited me from time to time,
for they think me helpless. Let us seize these men when they come in
and take their knives, for we are unarmed. Then we can think; also we
shall have their keys."

"Yes, Baas, we may do that. You take the staff; it is stout."

"And what will you use?" asked Leonard.

"Fear not, Baas. Do these men bear lights?"

"Yes."

"Then in two minutes I will make me a weapon."

And, untying the hide rope from the stick, he began to fumble with it
busily.

"Now I am ready, Baas," he said presently. "Where shall we stand?"

"Here," answered Leonard, leading him to the door. "We will crouch in
the shadow, one on either side of this door, and when the priests have
entered and closed it, and begin to look round for me, then we can
spring upon them. Only, Otter, there must be no bungling and no
noise."

"I think that there will be none, Baas; they will be too frightened to
cry at first, and after that they will become dumb."

"Otter," whispered Leonard, as they stood in the dark, "did you kill
the Water-Dweller?"

"Yes, yes, Baas," he chuckled in answer. "I caught him with the hook
that I made ready. But he did not die easily, Baas, and if I had not
been able to swim well he would have drowned me."

"I heard something of it from Nam," said Leonard. "You are a wonderful
fellow, Otter."

"Oh, Baas! it was no valour of mine; when I saw his eyes I was
horribly afraid, only I thought how gladly you would have attacked him
had you been there, and what a coward you would hold me, could you
have seen me shivering like a little girl before a big lizard, and
these thoughts gave me courage."

"Oh, that is all very well!" replied Leonard, and suddenly added,
"Hush! be ready!"

As he spoke the door opened, and two great priests came through it,
one of them bearing a candle. He who bore the light turned to shut the
door, for he suspected nothing. Then, at one and the same instant,
Leonard, emerging from the shadow, dealt the first priest a blow upon
the head with his staff, which stunned if it did not kill him, for he
fell like an ox beneath the pole-axe, while Otter, standing where he
was, dexterously cast his hide rope about the throat of the second
man, and drew the noose tight with a jerk that brought him to the
earth.

In twenty seconds it was all over. The men, who were the same that had
held Leonard suspended in the oubliette, lay senseless or dead, and
the dwarf and his master were engaged in possessing themselves of
their knives and keys by the light of the candle, which, though it had
fallen to the ground, fortunately remained burning.

"That was well done, Otter," said Leonard, "and I am not ashamed to
have done it, for these devils kicked me when I was bound. Now we are
armed, and have the keys. What next?"

Just then Otter sprang to his feet, crying, "Look out, Baas; here are
more."

Leonard glanced up to see, and behold! the second door in the cell was
opened, and through it came Juanna, Olfan, Nam, Soa, and three other
men.

For a moment there was silence; till one of the captains cried out,
"See! Jal the god has come back, and already he claims his victims!"
And he pointed to the two priests.

Then followed a scene of confusion, for even Olfan and Nam were amazed
at what seemed to them little short of a miracle, while Leonard and
Juanna had eyes for each other only, and the three captains stared at
Otter like men who think they see a ghost.

But one person in that company kept her head, and that person was Soa.
The captain who guarded her had loosed his hold; silently she slunk
back into the shadows, and, unseen of any, vanished through the
doorway by which she had been led in. A minute passed, and Otter,
thinking that he heard a noise without that door of the cell whereby
the two priests had entered, which had been left ajar, went to it and
tried to open it. Just then, also, Olfan missed Soa.

"Where is the woman, Nam's daughter?" he cried.

"It seems that she has escaped and shut us in, King," answered Otter,
calmly.

Followed by the others, Olfan sprang first to the door of the cell
where they were, and then through the connecting passage to that of
Juanna's prison. It was true, both were closed.

"It matters nothing, here are the keys," said Leonard.

"They will not avail us, Deliverer," answered Olfan, "for these doors
are made fast without by bars of stone thicker than my arm. Now this
woman has gone to rouse the college of the priests, who will presently
come to kill us like caged rats."

"Quick!" said Leonard, "waste no time, we must break down the doors."

"Yes, Deliverer," said Nam mockingly; "batter them in with your fists,
cut through the stone-work with your spears; surely they are as
nothing to your strength!"



                            CHAPTER XXXVII

                         "I AM REPAID, QUEEN"

Their position was terrible. Soa had escaped, and Soa knew everything.
Moreover, she was mad with hatred and longing for revenge on Leonard,
Otter, and in a less degree on Olfan the king. Had they succeeded in
revealing themselves to the people, all might have gone well, for
Otter and Juanna would certainly have been accepted as true gods, who
had passed and repassed the gates of death scatheless. But now the
affair was different. Soa would tell the truth to the priests, who,
even if they were inclined to desert her father in his extremity, must
strike for their own sakes and for that of their order, which was the
most powerful among the People of the Mist, and had no desire to be
placed under the yoke of secular authority.

It was clear to all of them that if they could not escape, they must
fall very shortly into the hands of the priests, who, knowing
everything, would not dare to allow them to appeal to the army, or to
the superstition of the outside public. The only good card they held
was the possession of the person of Nam, though it remained to be seen
how far this would help them.

To begin with, there are always some ready to step into the shoes of a
high priest, also Nam had blundered so extensively in the matter of
the false gods, that the greater part of the fraternity, whom he had
involved in his mistakes, would not sorrow to see the last of him.

These facts, which were perfectly well known to Olfan and guessed at
by his companions, sharpened their sense of the danger in which they
had been placed by Soa's resource and cunning. Indeed, their escape
was a matter of life and death to them and to many hundreds of their
adherents. If once they could reach the temple and proclaim the
re-arisen gods to the people, all would go well, for the army would
suffice to keep the priests from using violence. But if they failed in
this, their death-warrant was already signed, for none of them would
ever be heard of again.

No wonder, then, that they hurled themselves despairingly upon the
stubborn doors. For an hour or more they laboured, but all in vain.
The massive timbers of hard wood, six inches or more in thickness,
could scarcely be touched by their knives and spears, nor might their
united strength serve even to stir the stone bolts and bars that held
them fast, and they had nothing that could be used as a battering-ram.

"It is useless," said Leonard at last, throwing down his knife in
despair; "this wood is like iron, it would take us a week to cut
through it."

"Why not try fire, Baas?" suggested Otter.

Accordingly they attempted to burn down the doors, with the result
that they nearly stifled themselves in the smoke and made but little
impression upon the woodwork.

At length they gave up the experiment--it was a failure--and sat
looking blankly at each other as they listened to certain sounds which
reached them from the passages without, telling them that their
enemies were gathering there.

"Has anyone a suggestion to make?" said Leonard at last. "If not, I
think that this game is about played."

"Baas," answered Otter, "I have a word to say. We can all go down
through that hole by which I came up to you. The Water-Dweller is
dead, I slew him with my own hand, so there is nothing to fear from
him. Beneath the hole runs a tunnel, and that tunnel leads to the
slope of the mountain above. At the top of this slope is an ice-bridge
by which men may reach a fair country if they have a mind to."

"Then for heaven's sake let us cross it," put in Juanna.

"I have seen that bridge," said Olfan, while the captains stared
wonderingly at the man whose might had prevailed against the ancient
Snake, "but never yet have I heard of the traveller who dared to set
his foot upon it."

"It is dangerous, but it can be crossed," replied Otter; "at the
least, it is better to try it than to stay here to be murdered by the
medicine-men."

"I think that we will go, Leonard," said Juanna; "if I am to die I
wish to do so in the open air. Only what is to become of Nam? And
perhaps Olfan and the captains would prefer to stop here?"

"Nam will go with us wherever we go," answered Leonard grimly; "we
have a long score to settle with that gentleman. As for Olfan and his
captains, they must please themselves."

"What will do you, Olfan?" asked Juanna, speaking to him for the first
time since the scene in the other prison.

"It seems, Queen," he answered, with downcast eyes, "that I have sworn
to defend you to the last, and this I will do the more readily because
now my life is of little value. As for my brethren here, I think, like
you, that they will choose to die in the open, rather than wait to be
murdered by the priests."

The three captains nodded an assent to his words. Then they all set to
work.

First they took food and drink, of which there was an ample supply in
the other cell, and hurriedly swallowing some of it, disposed the rest
about their persons as best they could, for they foresaw that even if
they succeeded in escaping, it was likely that they would go hungry
for many days. Then Leonard wrapped Juanna in a goat-skin cloak which
he took from one of the fallen priests, placing the second cloak over
his own shoulders, for he knew that it would be bitterly cold on the
mountains. Lastly, they tied Nam's arms behind him and deprived him of
his knife, so that the old man might work none of them a sudden injury
in his rage.

All being prepared, Otter made his rope fast to the staff and
descended rapidly to the cave below. As his feet touched the ground,
the priests began to batter upon the doors of the cell with beams of
wood, or some such heavy instruments.

"Quick, Juanna!" said Leonard, "sit in this noose and hold the line,
we will let you down. Hurry, those doors cannot stand for long."

Another minute and she was beside Otter, who stood beneath, a candle
in his hand. Then Leonard came down.

"By the way, Otter," he said, "have you seen anything of the jewels
that are supposed to be here?"

"There is a bag yonder by the Water-Dweller's bed, Baas," answered the
dwarf carelessly, "but I did not trouble to look into it. What is the
use of the red stones to us now?"

"None, but they may be of use afterwards, if we get away."

"Yes, Baas, /if/ we get away," answered Otter, bethinking himself of
the ice-bridge. "Well, we can pick it up as we go along."

Just then Nam arrived, having been let down by Olfan and the captains,
and stood glaring round him, not without awe, for neither he nor any
of his brethren had ever dared to visit the sacred home of the Snake-
god. Then the captains descended, and last of all came Olfan.

"We have little time to spare, Deliverer," said the king; "the door is
falling," and as he spoke they heard a great crash above. Otter jerked
furiously at the rope, till by good luck one end of the stake slid
over the edge of the hole and it fell among them.

"No need to leave this line for them to follow by," he said; "besides
it may be useful." At that moment something appeared looking through
the hole. It was the head of one of the pursuing priests. Nam saw it
and took his opportunity.

"The false gods escape by the tunnel to the mountains," he screamed,
"and with them the false king. Follow and fear not, the Water-Dweller
is dead. Think not of me, Nam, but slay them."

With an exclamation Otter struck him heavily across the mouth,
knocking him backwards, but the mischief was done, for a voice cried
in answer:

"We hear you, father, and will find ropes and follow."

Then they started. One moment they paused to look at the huge bulk of
the dead crocodile.

"This dwarf is a god in truth," cried one of the captains, "for no man
could have wrought such a deed."

"Forward," said Leonard, "we have no time to lose."

Now they were by the crocodile's bed and among the broken bones of his
victims.

"The bag, Otter, where is the bag?" asked Leonard.

"Here, Baas," answered the dwarf, dragging it from the mouldering
skeleton of the unlucky priest who, having offended the new-found god,
had been let down through the hole to lay it in its hiding-place and
to perish in the jaws of the Water-Dweller.

Leonard took the bag, and opening its mouth, which was drawn tight
with a running strip of hide, he peeped into it while Otter held down
the candle that he might see. From its depths came a glimmer of red
and blue light that glowed like the heart of some dull fire.

"It is the treasure," he said, in a low tone of exultation. "At last
the luck has turned."

"How much does it weigh?" said Juanna, as they sped onwards.

"Some seven or eight pounds, I should say," he answered, still
exultantly. "Seven or eight solid pounds of gems, the finest in the
world."

"Then give it to me," she said; "I have nothing else to carry. You may
have to use both your hands presently."

"True," he answered, and passed the string of the bag over her head.

Now they went on up the smooth sloping bed of the stream, suffering
little inconvenience, except from the cold of the water that flowed
about their ankles.

"The stream has risen a little, Baas, since I passed it this morning,"
said Otter. "Doubtless this day's sun has melted some snow at its
source. To-morrow we might not have been able to travel this road."

"Very likely," answered Leonard. "I told you that our luck had turned
at last."

Twenty minutes more and they reached the mouth of the tunnel, and
passing between the blocks of ice, found themselves upon the mountain
side. But, as it chanced, the face of the moon was hidden by clouds,
which is often the case in this country at the beginning of the spring
season, for whereas in winter the days are almost invariably misty and
the nights clear, in spring and summer these atmospheric conditions
are frequently reversed. So dark was it indeed, that it proved
impossible to attempt the ascent of the mountain until the day broke,
since to do so would be to run the risk of losing themselves, and very
possibly of breaking their necks among its numerous clefts and
precipices.

After a minute's hasty discussion they set to work to fill up the
mouth of the tunnel, or rather the cracks between the blocks of ice
that already encumbered it, with such material as lay to hand, namely
lumps of frozen snow, gravel, and a few large stones which they were
fortunate enough to find in the immediate vicinity, for the darkness
rendered it impossible to search for these at a distance. While they
were thus engaged they heard the voices of priests speaking on the
further side of their somewhat inefficient barrier, and worked harder
than ever, thinking that the moment of attack had come.

To their astonishment, however, the sound of talking died away.

"Now where have they gone?" said Leonard--"to climb the cliff by
another path and cut us off?"

"I think not, Deliverer," answered Olfan, "for I know of no such path.
I think that they have gone to bring heavy beams by means of which
they will batter down the ice wall."

"Still there is such a path, King," said one of the captains, "for I
myself have often climbed it when I was young, searching for snow-
flowers to bring to her whom I courted in those days."

"Can you find it now, friend?" asked Olfan eagerly.

"I do not forget a road that I have trod," said the captain, "but it
is one not easy to follow."

"See now, Shepherdess," said Olfan after thinking awhile, "shall we
take this man for a guide and return down the cliff to the city, for
there, unless fate is against us, we may find friends among the
soldiers and fight out this battle with the priests."

"No, no," answered Juanna almost passionately, "I would rather die
than go back to that dreadful place to be murdered at last. Do you go
if you will, Olfan, and leave us to take our chance."

"That I cannot do, Queen, for I am sworn to a certain service," he
said proudly. "But hearken, my friend; follow this path of which you
speak, if you can do so in the darkness, and find help. Then return
swiftly to this spot where I and your two comrades will hold the
priests at bay. Perchance you will not find us living, but this I
charge you, if we are dead give it out that the gods have left the
land because they were so evilly dealt with, and rouse up the people
to fall upon the priests and make an end of them once and for ever,
for thus only shall they win peace and safety."

Making no reply, the man shook Olfan and the other two captains by the
hand, saluted Juanna, and vanished into the darkness. Then they all
sat down in front of the mouth of the tunnel to wait and watch, and
very glad were they of the goat-skin cloaks which had belonged to the
priests, for as the night drew towards the dawn, the cold became so
bitter that they could scarcely bear it, but were obliged to rise and
stamp to and fro to keep their wet feet from freezing.

"Leonard," said Juanna, "you do not know what passed after Nam trapped
you," and she told him all the tale.

When she had finished he rose and, taking Olfan by the hand, said:
"King, I thank you. May fortune deal as well with you as you have
dealt by me and mine!"

"Say no more, Deliverer," answered Olfan hastily; "I have but done my
duty and fulfilled my oath, though at times the path of duty is hard
for a man to follow." And he looked towards Juanna and sighed.

Leonard sat down and was silent, but many a time both then and in
after-days did he wonder at the nobleness of mind of this savage king,
which enabled him, under circumstances so cruel, to conquer his own
passion and show himself willing to lay down life and throne together,
that he might carry out his vow to protect the woman who had brought
him so much pain and now left him for ever with his successful rival.

At length, looking at the mountain peak above them, they saw its snows
begin to blush red with the coming of the dawn, and just then also
they heard many voices talking within the tunnel, and caught glimpses
of lights flashing through the openings in their rude fortifications.
The priests, who no doubt had been delayed by the procuring of the
timbers which were to serve as battering-rams, and the labour
necessary to drag them up the steep incline of the tunnel, had
returned, and in force. A few more minutes and a succession of dull
thuds on the further side of the ice wall told the little band of
defenders that their enemies were at work.

"The light grows quickly, Deliverer," said Olfan quietly; "I think
that now you may begin to ascend the mountain and take no harm."

"What shall we do with this man?" asked Leonard, pointing to Nam.

"Kill him," said Otter.

"No, not yet awhile," answered Olfan. "Take this," and he handed
Leonard the spear of the third captain, who had left it when he
started down the mountain, fearing that it might encumber him, "and
drive him along with you at its point. Should we be overpowered, you
may buy your lives as the price of his. But should we hold them back
and you escape, then do with him what you will."

"I know well what I would do," muttered Otter, glowering at the
priest.

"And now, farewell," went on Olfan in the same calm voice. "Bring more
ice, comrades, or stone if you can see any; the wall cracks."

Leonard and Otter wrung the king's hand in silence, but Juanna could
not leave him thus, for her heart was melted at the thought of all his
goodness.

"Forgive me," she murmured, "that I have brought you grief, and, as I
fear, death to follow grief."

"The grief you could not help, Queen, and be sure I shall welcome
death if he should choose me. Go now, and happiness go with you. May
you escape in safety with the bright pebbles which you desire! May you
and your husband, the Deliverer, be blessed for many years in each
other's love, and when you grow old together, from time to time think
kindly of that wild man, who worshipped you while you were young and
laid down his life to save you."

Juanna listened, and tears sprang to her eyes; then of a sudden she
seized the great man's hand and kissed it.

"I am repaid, Queen," he said, "and perchance your husband will not be
jealous. Now go, and swiftly."

As he spoke a small portion of the wall fell outwards and the fierce
face of a priest appeared at the opening. With a shout Olfan lifted
his broad spear and thrust. The priest fell backwards, and just then
the captains arrived with stones and stopped the hole.

Then the three turned and fled up the mountain side, Otter driving Nam
before him with blows and curses, till at length the old man fell and
lay on his face groaning. Nor could the dwarf's blows, which were not
of the softest, force him to rise.

"Get up, you treacherous dog," said Leonard, threatening him with the
spear.

"Then you must loose my arms, Deliverer," answered the priest; "I am
very weak, and I cannot travel up this mountain with my hands bound
behind me. Surely you have nothing to fear from one aged and unarmed
man."

"Not much at present, I suppose," muttered Leonard, "though we have
had enough to fear from you in the past." And taking his knife he cut
loose the lashings.

While he did so, Juanna turned and looked behind her. Far below them
she could see the forms of Olfan and his companions standing shoulder
to shoulder, and even catch the gleams of light reflected from their
spears, for now the sun was rising. Beneath them again she saw the
grass-grown roofs of that earthly hell, the City of the People of the
Mist, and the endless plain beyond through which the river wandered
like a silver serpent. There also was the further portion of the huge
wall of the temple built by unknown hands in forgotten years, and
rising above the edge of that gap in the cliff through which she was
looking, appeared a black mass which she knew to be the head and
shoulders of the hideous colossus, on whose dizzy brow she had sat in
that strange hour when the shouting thousands thundered a welcome to
her as their goddess, and whence her most beloved friend, Francisco,
had been hurled to his cruel death.

"Oh, what I have suffered in that place!" she thought to herself. "How
have I lived through it, I wonder? And yet I have won something," and
she glanced at Leonard who was driving Nam towards her, "and if only
we survive and I am the means of enabling him to fulfil his vow and
buy back his home with these jewels, I shall not regret all that I
have endured to win them. Yes, even when he is no longer so very much
in love, he must always be grateful to me, for few women will have
done as much for their husbands."

Then Nam staggered past her, hissing curses, while the untiring Otter
rained blows upon his back, and losing sight of Olfan and his
companions they went on in safety, till they reached the neck and saw
the ice-bridge glittering before them and the wide fields of snow
beyond.



                           CHAPTER XXXVIII

                          THE TRIUMPH OF NAM

"Which way are we to go now?" said Juanna; "must we climb down this
great gulf?"

"No, Shepherdess," answered Otter; "see, before you is a bridge," and
he pointed to the band of ice and rock which traversed the wide
ravine.

"A bridge?" gasped Juanna, "why it is as slippery as a slide and steep
as the side of a house. A fly could not keep its footing on it."

"Look here, Otter," put in Leonard, "either you are joking or you are
mad. How can we cross that place? We should be dashed to pieces before
we had gone ten yards."

"Thus, Baas: we must sit each of us on one of the flat stones that lie
round here, then the stone will take us across of itself. I know, for
I have tried it."

"Do you mean to tell me that you have been over there on a rock?"

"No, Baas, but I have sent three stones over. Two crossed safely, I
watched them go the whole way, and one vanished in the middle. I think
that there is a hole there, but we must risk that. If the stone is
heavy enough it will jump it, if not, then we shall go down the hole
and be no more troubled."

"Great heavens!" said Leonard, wiping his forehead with the back of
his hand, "this is practical tobogganing with a vengeance. Is there no
other way?"

"I can see none, Baas, except for the birds, and I think that we had
better stop talking and make ready, for the priests are still behind
us. If you will watch on the neck here so that we are not surprised, I
will seek stones to carry us."

"How about this man?" said Leonard, pointing to Nam, who lay face
downwards on the snow, apparently in a dead faint.

"Oh! we must keep him a while, Baas; he may be useful if those priests
come. If not, I will talk with him before we start. He is asleep and
cannot run away."

Then Leonard went to the top of the neck, which was distant some
twenty yards, and Otter began to search for stones suitable to his
purpose.

As for Juanna, she turned her back to the ice-bridge, at which she
scarcely dared to look, and sat herself upon a rock. In doing so the
jewels in the bag struck against her knee and jingled, and the thought
came into her mind that she would examine them while she waited,
partly because she desired to distract her thoughts from the vision of
this new and terrible ordeal which lay before her, and partly to
gratify a not unnatural curiosity.

Opening the mouth of the bag, she thrust her fingers into it, and one
by one drew out the biggest gems which were jumbled together there,
placing them on the rock beside her. In less than a minute she was
feasting her eyes upon such a collection of priceless jewels as had
never before gladdened the sight of any white woman, even in her
wildest dreams; indeed, till now Juanna had not thought it possible
that stones so splendid could exist on the hither side of the walls of
heaven.

First there were great sapphires roughly squared, and two enormous
round star rubies: these had formed the eyes of the colossus, which
were removed on the morrow of their arrival, the star rubies
representing the blood-red pupils. Then there was a heart-shaped ruby
of perfect colour and without flaw, almost as large as a jackdaw's
egg, which on the days of sacrifice had adorned the breasts of the
chief priests of the People of the Mist for many generations. Next
came the greatest wonders of this treasure, two marvellous stones, one
a sapphire and one a ruby, fashioned respectively into models of the
statue of the Dwarf and of the hideous shape of the Water-Dweller.
Then there were others--dozens of them--some rudely cut and polished,
and some as they came from the earth, but every one of them singled
out for its remarkable size and flawlessness, or its perfect fire and
beauty.

Juanna arranged them in rows and stared at them with ecstasy--where is
the woman who would not have done so?--till in contemplating them she
even forgot the present terrors of her position--forgot everything
except the gorgeous loveliness and infinite value of the wealth of
gems, which she had been the means of winning for Leonard.

Among other things that passed from her mind at this moment was the
presence of Nam, who, overcome by rage and exhaustion, lay in a
seeming faint upon the snow within twelve paces of her. She never saw
him lift his head and look at her with an expression as cold and cruel
as that which Otter had seen in the eyes of the Water-Dweller, when he
lifted /his/ head from its bed of rock. She never saw him roll slowly
over and over across the snow towards her, pausing a while between
each turn of his body, for now she was occupied in replacing the
jewels one by one into their bag of leather.

At last all were in, and with a sigh--for it was sad to lose sight of
objects so beautiful--Juanna drew the mouth of the bag tight and
prepared to place it round her neck.

At this moment it was that a hand, withered and lean with age, passed
beneath her eyes, and, swiftly as the snatch of an eagle's talon,
seized the bag and rent it from her grasp. She sprang up with a cry of
dismay, and well might she be dismayed, for there, running from her
with incredible speed, was Nam, the jewels in his hand.

Otter and Leonard heard her cry, and, thinking that the priest was
escaping, sped to cut him off. But he had no idea of escape, at least
not of such escape as they expected. Some forty yards from where
Juanna had been sitting, a little promontory of rock jutted out over
the unclimbable gulf below them and towards this spot Nam directed his
steps. Running along the ridge he halted at its end: indeed he must
do, unless he would fall a thousand feet or more to the bottom of the
ravine beneath. Then he turned and faced his pursuers, who by now had
reached the edge of the cliff.

"Come one step nearer," he cried, "and I let this bag fall whence you
shall never recover it, for no foot can tread these walls of rock, and
there is water at the bottom of the gulf."

Leonard and Otter stopped, trembling for the fate of the jewels.

"Listen, Deliverer," cried Nam; "you came to this land to seek these
trinkets, is it not so? And now you have found them and would be gone
with them? But before you go you wish to kill me for vengeance' sake,
because I have shown you to be cheats, and have sought to offer you up
to those gods whom you have blasphemed. But the red stones you desire
are in my hands, and if I unclasp my fingers they will be lost to you
and all the world for ever. Say now, if I bring them back to you in
safety, will you swear to give me my life and suffer me to go my ways
in peace?"

"Yes, we will swear it," answered Leonard, who could not conceal the
anguish of his anxiety. "Come back, Nam, and you shall depart
unharmed; but if you let the stones fall, then you shall follow them."

"You swear it," said the priest contemptuously: "you are come to this,
that you will sacrifice your revenge to satisfy your greed, O White
Man with a noble heart! Now I will outdo you, for I, who am not noble,
will sacrifice my life to disappoint you of your desires. What! shall
the ancient holy treasure of the People of the Mist be stolen by two
white thieves and their black hound? Never! I would have killed you
all had time been granted to me, but in that I failed, and I am glad
that I have failed, for now I will deal you a bitterer blow than any
death. May the curse of Jal and Aca cleave to you, you dogs without a
kennel! May you live outcasts and die in the dirt, and may your
fathers and your mothers and your children spit upon your bones as I
do! Farewell!"

And shaking his disengaged hand at them he spat towards them; then
with a sudden motion Nam hurled himself backwards off the point of
rock and vanished into space, bearing the treasure with him.

For a while the three stood aghast and stared at each other and the
point of rock which had been occupied by the venerable form of the
late high priest; then Juanna sank upon the snow sobbing.

"It is my fault," she wailed, "all my fault. Just now I was boasting
to myself that I had won wealth for you, and I have lost everything.
And we have suffered for nothing, and, Leonard, you are a beggar. Oh!
it is too much--too much!"

"Go out there, Otter," said Leonard in a hoarse voice, pointing to the
place where Nam had hurled himself, "and see whether there is any
chance of our being able to climb down into the gulf."

The dwarf obeyed and presently returned shaking his head.

"It is impossible, Baas," he said; "the walls of rock are sheer as
though they had been cut with a knife; moreover there is water at the
bottom of them, as the old wizard said, for I can hear the sound of
it. Oh! Baas, Baas, why did you not kill him at first, or let me kill
him afterwards? Surely I told you that he would bring evil on us.
Well, they are gone and we can never find them again, so let us save
our lives if we may, for after all these are more to us than bright
stones. Come now and help me, Baas, for I have found two flat rocks
that will serve our turn, a big one for you and the Shepherdess, since
doubtless she will fear to make this journey alone, and a smaller one
for myself."

Leonard followed him without a word; he was too heart-broken to speak,
while Juanna rose and returned to the spot where Nam had robbed her.
Looking up presently, her eyes still blurred with tears, she saw
Leonard and the dwarf laboriously pushing two heavy stones across the
snow towards her.

"Come, do not cry, Juanna," said Leonard, ceasing from his labours and
laying his hand kindly upon her shoulder, "they are gone and there is
an end of it. Now we must think of other things."

"Oh!" she answered, "if only you had seen them, you would never stop
crying all your life."

"Then I dare say that the fit will be a short one," replied Leonard
grimly, glancing at the awful bridge which stretched between them and
safety.

"Listen, Juanna, you and I must lie upon this stone, and it will--so
says Otter--carry us across to the other side of the ravine."

"I cannot, I cannot," she gasped, "I shall faint and fall off. I am
sure that I shall."

"But you must, Juanna," answered Leonard. "At least you must choose
between this and returning to the City of the Mist."

"I will come," she said. "I know that I shall be killed, but it is
better than going back to those horrible priests; and besides, it does
not matter now that I have lost the jewels."

"Jewels are not everything, Juanna."

"Listen, Shepherdess," put in Otter, "the thing is easy, though it
looks difficult. All that you have to do is to shut your eyes and lie
still, then the stone will carry you over. I am not afraid. I will go
first to show you the way, and where a black dwarf can pass, there you
white people who are so much braver can follow. But before I start, I
will tie you and the Deliverer together with my cord, for so you will
feel safer."

Then Otter dragged both stones to the very verge of the incline, and
having passed the rope about the waists of Juanna and Leonard, he
prepared himself for the journey.

"Now, Deliverer," he said, "when I am safe across, all that you must
do it to lie flat upon the stone, both of you, and to push a little
with the spear. Then before you know it, you will be by my side."

"All right," said Leonard doubtfully. "Well, I suppose that you had
better start; waiting won't make the matter any easier."

"Yes, Baas, I will go now. Ah! little did I think that I should ever
be forced to take such a ride as this. Well, it will be something to
make songs about afterwards."

And Otter laid himself face downwards on the stone with a little
laugh, though Leonard noticed that, however brave his spirit might be,
he could not prevent his flesh from revealing its natural weakness,
for it quivered pitifully.

"Now, Baas," he said, gripping the edges of the stone with his large
hands, "when I give the word do you push gently, and then you will see
how a black bird can fly. Put your head lower, Baas."

Leonard obeyed, and the dwarf whispered in his ear:

"I only want to say, Baas, in case we should not meet again, for
accidents will happen even on the safest roads, that I am sorry that I
made such a pig of myself yonder; it was so dull down there in that
hole of a palace, and the fog made me see all things wrong. Moreover,
drink and a wife have corrupted many a better man. Don't answer, Baas,
but start me, for I am growing afraid."

Placing his hand at the back of the stone, Leonard gave it a slight
push. It began to move, very slowly at first, then more fast and
faster yet, till it was rushing over the smooth ice pathway with a
whirring sound like that produced by the flight of a bird. Presently
it had reached the bottom of the first long slope and was climbing the
gentle rise opposite, but so slowly that for a while Leonard thought
that it was going to stop. It crossed its brow, however, and vanished
for a few seconds into a dip where the watchers could not see it, then
it appeared again at the head of the second and longest slope, of
which the angle was very steep. Down this the stone rushed like an
arrow from a bow, till it reached the narrow waist of the bridge,
whereof the general conformation bore some resemblance to that of a
dead wasp lying on its back. Indeed, from where Leonard and Juanna
stood, the span of ice at this point seemed to be no thicker than a
silver thread, while Otter and the stone might have been a fly upon
the thread. Now of a sudden Leonard distinctly saw the rock sledge and
its living burden, which just then was travelling its swiftest, move
upwards as though it had leaped into the air and then continue its
course along the rising place which represented the throat of the
wasp, till at length it stopped.

Leonard looked at his watch; the time occupied by the transit was just
fifty seconds, and the distance could not have been much less than
half a mile.

"See," he cried to Juanna, who all this while had sat with her hand
before her eyes to shut out the vision of the dwarf's dreadful
progress, "he has crossed safely!" and he pointed to a figure that
appeared to be dancing with glee upon the breast of the snow slope.

As he spoke a faint sound reached their ears, for in those immense
silences sound can travel far. It was Otter shouting, and his words
seemed to be, "Come on, Baas; it is easy."

"I am glad he is safe," said Juanna faintly, "but now we must follow
him. Take my handkerchief, Leonard, and tie it over my eyes, please,
for I cannot bear to look. The idol's head was nothing to this."

Leonard obeyed her, bidding her not to be afraid.

"Oh! but I am terribly afraid," she said. "I never was so much
frightened in all my life, and I--I have lost the jewels! Leonard, do
forgive me for behaving so badly to you. I know that I have behaved
badly in many ways, though I have been too proud to admit it before.
But now, when I am going to die, I want to beg your pardon. I hope you
will think kindly of me, Leonard, when I am dead, for I do love you
with all my heart, indeed I do." And tears began to roll down beneath
the bandage.

"Dearest," he answered, kissing her tenderly, "as we are tied
together, it seems that if you die I must die too. Do not break down
now after you have borne so much."

"It is the jewels," she sobbed, "the jewels; I feel as though I had
committed a murder."

"Oh! bother the jewels!" said Leonard. "We can think about them
afterwards." And he advanced towards the flat stone, Juanna feeling
the while as though they were two of Carrier's victims about to know
the Marriage of the Loire.

As they came to the stone Leonard heard a sound behind him, a sound of
footsteps muffled by the snow, and glancing round he saw Soa rushing
towards them, almost naked, a spear-wound in her side, and the light
of madness shining in her eyes.

"Get back," he said sternly, "or----" and he lifted the great spear.

"Oh! Shepherdess," she wailed, "take me with you, Shepherdess, for I
cannot live without you."

"Tell her to go away," said Juanna, recognising the voice; "I never
want to see her any more."

"You hear, Soa," answered Leonard. "Stay, how has it gone yonder?
Speak truly."

"I know not, Deliverer; when I left, Olfan and his brother still held
the mouth of the tunnel and were unhurt, but the captain was dead. I
slipped past them and got this as I went," and she pointed to the gash
in her side.

"If he can hold out a little longer, help may reach him," muttered
Leonard. Then without more words, he laid himself and Juanna face
downwards on the broad stone.

"Now, Juanna," he said, "we are going to start. Grip fast with your
right hand, and see that you do not leave go of the edge of the stone,
or we shall both slip off it."

"Oh! take me with you, Shepherdess, take me with you, and I will be
wicked no more, but serve you as of old," shrilled the voice of Soa in
so despairing a cry that the rocks rang.

"Hold fast," said Leonard through his set teeth, as, disengaging his
right hand from about Juanna's waist, he seized the handle of the
spear and pressed its broad blade against a knob of rock behind them.
Now the stone, that was balanced on the very verge of the declivity,
trembled beneath them, and now, slowly and majestically as a vessel
starting from her slips when the launching cord is severed, it began
to move down the icy way.

For the first second it scarcely seemed to stir, then the motion grew
palpable, and at that instant Leonard heard a noise behind him and
felt his left foot clasped by a human hand. There was a jerk that
nearly dragged them off their sledge, but he held fast to the front
edge of the stone, and though he could still feel the hand upon his
ankle, the strain became almost imperceptible.



                            CHAPTER XXXIX

                      THE PASSING OF THE BRIDGE

Lifting his head very cautiously, Leonard looked over his shoulder and
the mystery was explained. In her madness and the fury of her love for
the mistress whom she had outraged and betrayed, Soa had striven to
throw herself upon the stone with them so soon as she saw it commence
to move. She was too late, and feeling herself slipping forward, she
grasped despairingly at the first thing that came to her hand, which
chanced to be Leonard's ankle. Now she must accompany them upon their
awesome journey; only, while they rode upon the stone, she was dragged
after them upon her breast.

A flash of pity passed through Leonard's brain as he realised her
fearful plight. Then for a while he forgot all about her, since his
attention was amply occupied with his own and Juanna's peril. Now they
were rushing down the long slope with an ever-increasing velocity, and
now they breasted the first rise, during the last ten yards of which,
as in the case of Otter, the pace of the stone slowed down so much in
proportion to the progressive exhaustion of its momentum, that Leonard
thought they were coming to a standstill. Then it was that he kicked
out viciously, striving to free himself from the weight of Soa, which
threatened to bring them to a common ruin. But she clung to him like
ivy to a tree, and he desisted from his efforts, fearing lest he
should cause their sledge to alter its course.

On the very top of the rise the motion of the stone decreased almost
to nothingness, then little by little increased once more as they
traversed a short sharp dip, the same in which they had lost sight of
Otter, to be succeeded by a gentle rise. So far, though exciting and
novel, their journey had been comparatively safe, for the path was
broad and the ice perfectly smooth. Its terrors were to come.

Looking forward, Leonard saw that they were at the commencement of a
decline measuring four or five hundred yards in length, and so steep
that, even had it offered a good foothold, human beings could scarcely
have stood upon it. As yet the tongue of ice was fifty paces or more
in width, but it narrowed rapidly as it fell, till at length near the
opposite shore of the ravine, it fined away to a point like that of a
great white needle, and then seemed to break off altogether.

Now they were well under way, and now they sped down the steep green
ice at a pace that can hardly be imagined, though perhaps it is
sometimes equalled by an eagle rushing on its quarry from some vast
height of air. Indeed it is possible that the sensations of an eagle
making his headlong descent and those of Leonard may have been very
similar, with the important exception that the bird feels no fear,
whereas absolute terror are the only words wherewith to describe the
mental state of the man. So smooth was the ice and so precipitous its
pitch that he felt as though he were falling through space,
unsupported by anything, for travelling at that speed the friction of
the stone was imperceptible. Only the air shrieked as they clove it,
and Juanna's long tresses, torn by it from their fastenings, streamed
out behind her like a veil.

Down they went, still down; half--two-thirds of the distance was done,
then he looked again and saw the horror that lay before them. Already
the bridge was narrow, barely the width of a small room; sixty yards
further on it tapered to so fine a point that their stone would almost
cover its breadth, and beneath it on either side yawned that
unmeasured gulf wherein Nam was lost with the jewels. Nor was this
all, for at its narrowest /the ice band was broken away for a space of
ten or twelve feet/, to continue on the further side of the gap for a
few yards at a somewhat lower level, and then run upwards at a steep
incline to the breast of snow where Otter sat in safety.

On they whizzed, ice beneath them and before them, and ice in
Leonard's heart, for he was frozen with fear. His breath had left him
because of the rush of their progress, but his senses remained
painfully acute. Involuntarily he glanced over the edge of the stone,
saw the sheer depths below him, and found himself wondering what was
the law that kept their sledge upon this ribbon of ice, when it seemed
so easy for it to whirl off into space.

Now the gap was immediately in front of them. "God help us!" he
murmured, or rather thought, for there was no time for words, and they
had left the road of ice and were flying through the air as though the
stone which carried them were a living thing, that, seeing the peril,
had gathered up its energies and sprung forward for its life.

What happened? Leonard never knew for certain, and Otter swore that
his heart leaped from his bosom and stood in front of his eyes so that
he could not see. Before they touched the further point of ice--while
they were in the air, indeed--they, or rather Leonard, heard a hideous
scream, and felt a jerk so violent that his hold of the stone was
loosened, and it passed from beneath them. Then came a shock, less
heavy than might have been expected, and lo! they were spinning
onwards down the polished surface of the ice, while the stone which
had borne them so far sped on in front like a horse that has thrown
its rider.

Leonard felt the rubbing of the ice burn him like hot iron. He felt
also that his ankle was freed from the hand that had held it, then for
some minutes he knew no more, for his senses left him. When they
returned, it was to hear the voice of Otter crying, "Lie still, lie
still, Baas, do not stir for your life; I come."

Instantly he was wide awake, and, moving his head ever so little, saw
their situation. Then he wished that he had remained asleep, for it
was this:

The impetus of their rush had carried them almost to the line where
the ice stopped and the rock and snow began, within some fifteen feet
of it, indeed. But those fifteen feet were of the smoothest ice and
very sheer, so smooth and sheer that no man could hope to climb them.
Below them the slope continued for about thirteen or fourteen yards,
till it met the corresponding incline that led to the gap in the
bridge.

On this surface of ice they were lying spread-eagled. For a moment
Leonard wondered how it was that they did not slide back to the bottom
of the slope, there to remain till they perished, for without ropes
and proper implements no human being could scale it. Then he saw that
a chance had befallen them, which in after-days he was wont to
attribute to the direct intervention of Providence.

It will be remembered that when they started, Leonard had pushed the
rock off with a spear which Olfan had given them. This spear he drew
in again as they began to move, placing it between his chest and the
stone, for he thought that it might be of service to him should they
succeed in crossing the gulf. When they were jerked from the sledge,
and left to slide along the ice on the further side of the gap, in
obedience to the impetus given to them by the frightful speed at which
they were travelling, the spear, obeying the same laws of motion,
accompanied them, but, being of a less specific gravity, lagged behind
in the race, just as the stone, which was heaviest, outstripped them.

As it happened, near the top of the rise there was a fissure in the
ice, and in this fissure the weapon had become fixed, its weighted
blade causing it to assume an upright position. When the senseless
bodies of Leonard and Juanna had slid as far up the slope as the
unexpended energy of their impetus would allow, naturally enough they
began to move back again in accordance with the laws of gravity. Then
it was, as luck would have it, that the spear, fixed in the crevice of
the ice, saved them from destruction; for it chanced that the descent
of their two forms, passing on either side of it, was checked by the
handle of the weapon, which caught the hide rope whereby they were
bound together.

All of this Leonard took in by degrees; also he discovered that Juanna
was either dead or senseless, at the time he could not tell which.

"What are you going to do?" he asked of Otter, who by now was on the
verge of the ice fifteen feet above them.

"Cut steps and pull you up, Baas," answered the dwarf cheerfully.

"It will not be easy," said Leonard, glancing over his shoulder at the
long slope beneath, "and if we slip or the rope breaks----"

"Do not talk of slipping, Baas," replied Otter, as he began to hack at
the ice with the priest's heavy knife, "and as for the rope, if it was
strong enough for the Water-Dweller to drag me round the pool by, it
is strong enough to hold you two, although it has seen some wear. I
only wish I had such another, for then this matter would be simple."

Working furiously, Otter hacked at the hard surface of the ice. The
first two steps he hollowed from the top of the slope lying on his
stomach. After this difficulties presented themselves which seemed
insuperable, for he could not chip at the ice when he had nothing by
which to support himself.

"What is to be done now?" said Leonard.

"Keep cool, Baas, and give me time to think," and for a moment Otter
squatted down and was silent.

"I have it," he said presently, and rising he took off his goat-skin
cloak and cut it into strips, each strip measuring about two inches in
width by two feet six inches in length. These strips he knotted
together firmly, making a serviceable rope of them, long enough to
reach to where Leonard and Juanna were suspended on the stout handle
of the spear.

Then he took the stake which had already done him such good service,
and, sharpening its point, fixed it as deeply as he could into the
snow and earth on the border of the ice belt, and tied the skin rope
to it.

"Now, Baas," he said, "all is well, for I can begin from the bottom."

And, without further words, he let himself down till he hung beside
them.

"Is the Shepherdess dead, Baas?" he asked, glancing at Juanna's pale
face and closed eyes, "or does she only sleep?"

"I think that she is in a swoon," answered Leonard; "but for heaven's
sake be quick, Otter, for I am being frozen on this ice. What is your
plan now?"

"This, Baas: to tie about your middle the end of the rope that I have
made from the cloak, then to undo the cord that binds you and the
Shepherdess together, and return to the top of the slope. Once there I
can pull her up by the hide line, for it is strong, and she will slip
easily over the ice, and you can follow."

"Good!" said Leonard.

Then hanging by one hand the dwarf managed, with such assistance as
Leonard could give him, to knot beneath Leonard's arms the end of the
rope which he had constructed from the skin garment. Next he set to
work to untie the hide cord, thereby freeing him from Juanna. And now
came the most difficult and dangerous part of the task, for Leonard,
suspended from the shaft of the spear by one hand, must support
Juanna's senseless form with the other, while Otter made shift to drag
himself to the summit of the ice, holding the hide line in his teeth.
The spear bent dreadfully, and Leonard did not dare to put any extra
strain upon the roughly fastened cord of goat-skin, by which the dwarf
was hauling himself up the ice, for if it gave they must all be
precipitated to the dip below, there to perish miserably. Faint and
frozen as he was, it seemed hours to him before Otter reached the top
and called to him to get go of Juanna.

Leonard obeyed, and seating himself on the snow, his feet supported by
the edge of the ice, the dwarf put out his strength and began to pull
her up. Strong as he was, it proved as much as he was able to do;
indeed, had Juanna lain on any other material than ice, he could not
have done it at all. But in the end he succeeded, and with a gasp of
gratitude Leonard saw her stretched safe upon the snow.

Now Otter, hastily undoing the cord from Juanna's waist, made it into
a running noose which he threw down to Leonard, who placed it over his
shoulders. Having lifted the spear from the cleft in which it stood,
he commenced his ascent. His first movements cost him a pang of agony,
and no wonder, for the blood from wounds that had been caused by the
friction of his flesh as he was hurled along the surface of the slide,
had congealed, freezing his limbs to the ice, whence they could not
easily be loosened. The pain, sharp as it was, did him good, however,
for it aroused his benumbed energies and enabled him to drag on the
goat-skin cord with all his strength, while Otter tugged at that which
was beneath his arms.

Well for him was it that the dwarf had taken the precaution of
throwing down this second line, for presently Otter's stake, which had
no firm hold in the frozen earth, came out and slid away, striking
Leonard as it passed and bearing the knotted lengths of the cloak with
it. The dwarf cried aloud and bent forward as though he were about to
fall. By a fearful effort he recovered himself and held fast the rope
in his hand, while Leonard, suspended by it, swung to and fro on the
surface of the ice like the pendulum of a clock.

Then followed the most terrible moments of all their struggle against
the difficulties of this merciless place. The dwarf held fast above,
and Leonard, ceasing to swing, lay with hands and legs outstretched on
the face of the ice.

"Now, Baas," said Otter, "be brave, and when I pull, do you wriggle
forward."

He tugged till the thin hide rope stretched, while Leonard clawed and
kicked at the ice with his toes, knees, and disengaged hand.

Alas! it gave no hold--he might as well have tried to climb a dome of
plate glass at an angle of sixty degrees.

"Rest awhile, Baas," said the dwarf, whose breath was coming in great
sobs, "then make a little nick in the ice with the blade of the spear,
and when next I pull, try to set some of your weight upon it."

Leonard did as he was bid without speaking.

"Now," said the dwarf, and with a push and a struggle Leonard was two
feet higher up the incline. Again the process was repeated, and this
time he got his left hand into the lowest of the two steps that Otter
had hacked with the knife, and once more they paused for breath. A
third effort, the fiercest of them all, a clasping of hands, and he
was lying trembling like a frightened child above the glacier's lip.

The ordeal was over, that danger was done with, but at what a cost!
Leonard's nerves were completely shattered, he could not stand, his
face was bleeding, his nails were broken, and the bone of one knee was
exposed by the friction of the ice, to say nothing of the shock to the
system and the bruises which he had received when he was hurled from
the stone. Otter's condition was a little better, but his hands were
cut by the rope and he was utterly exhausted with toil and the strain
of suspense. Indeed, of the three Juanna had come off by far the best,
for she swooned at the very beginning of the passage of the bridge,
and when they were jerked from the stone, being lighter than Leonard,
she had fallen upon him. Moreover, the thick goat-skin cloak which was
wrapped about her had protected her from all hurt beyond a few
trifling cuts and bruises. Of their horrible position when they were
hanging to the spear, and the rest of the adventure, including the
death of Soa, she knew nothing, and it was well for her reason that
this was so.

"Otter," murmured Leonard in a shaking voice, "have you lost that
gourd of spirit?"

"No, Baas, it is safe."

"Thank Heaven!" he said; "hold it to my lips if you can."

The dwarf lifted it with a trembling hand, and Leonard gulped down the
fiery liquor.

"That's better," he said; "take some yourself."

"Nay, Baas, I have sworn to touch drink no more," Otter answered,
looking at the gourd longingly; "besides you and the Shepherdess will
want it all. I have some food here and I will eat."

"What happened to Soa, Otter?"

"I could not see rightly, Baas, I was too frightened, much more
frightened than I had been when I rode the stone myself; but I think
that her legs caught in the ice on this side of the hole, and so she
fell. It was a good end for her, the vicious old cow!" he added, with
a touch of satisfaction.

"It was very near being a bad end for us," answered Leonard, "but we
have managed to come out of it alive somehow. Not for all the rubies
in the world would I cross that place again."

"Nor I, Baas. /Wow!/ it was awful. Now my stomach went through my
head, and now my head went through my stomach, and the air was red and
green and blue, and devils shouted at me out of it. Yes, and when I
came to the hole, there I saw the Water-Dweller all fashioned in fire
waiting with an open mouth to eat me. It was the drink that made me
think of these things, Baas, and that is why I have sworn to touch it
no more. Yes, I swore it as I flew through the air and saw the flaming
Water-Dweller beneath me. And now, Baas, I am a little rested, so let
us try and wake up the Shepherdess, and get us gone."

"Yes," said Leonard, "though I am sure I do not know where we are to
go to. It can't be far, for I am nearly spent."

Then crawling to where Juanna lay wrapped in her cloak, Otter poured
some of the native spirit down her throat while Leonard rubbed her
hands. Presently this treatment produced its effect, for she sat up
with a start, and seeing the ice before her, began to shriek, saying,
"Take me away; I can't do it, Leonard, I can't indeed."

"All right, dear," he answered, "you have done it. We are over."

"Oh!" she said, "I /am/ thankful. But where is Soa? I thought that I
heard her throw herself down behind us."

"Soa is dead," he answered. "She fell down the gulf and nearly pulled
us with her. I will tell you all about it afterwards; you are not fit
to hear it now. Come, dear, let us be going out of this accursed
place."

Juanna staggered to her feet.

"I am so stiff and sore that I can hardly stand," she said, "but,
Leonard, what is the matter with you? You are covered with blood."

"I will tell you afterwards," he replied again.

Then Otter collected their baggage, which consisted chiefly of the
hide line and the spear, and they crawled forward up the snow-slope.
Some twenty or thirty yards ahead of them, and almost side by side,
lay the two glacier stones on which they had passed the bridge, and
near them those which Otter had despatched as pioneers on the previous
morning. They looked at them wondering. Who could have believed that
these inert things, not an hour before, had been speeding down the icy
way quicker than any express train that ever travelled, and they with
them?

One thing was certain: did they remain unbroken for another two or
three million years, and that is a short life for a stone, they would
never again make so strange a journey.

Then the three toiled on to the top of the snow-slope, which was about
four hundred yards away.

"Look, Baas," said Otter, who had turned to gaze a fond farewell at
the gulf behind; "there are people yonder on the further side."

He was right. On the far brink of the crevasse were the forms of men,
who seemed to be waving their arms in the air and shouting. But
whether these were the priests who, having overcome the resistance of
Olfan, had pursued the fugitives to kill them, or the soldiers of the
king who had conquered the priests, the distance would not allow them
to see. The fate of Olfan and the further domestic history of the
People of the Mist were now sealed books to them, for they never heard
any more of these matters, nor are they likely to do so.

Then the travellers began to descend from field to field of snow, the
great peak above alone remaining to remind them that they were near to
the country of the Mist. Once they stopped to eat a little of such
food as they had with them, and often enough to rest, for their
strength was small. Indeed, as they dragged themselves wearily
forward, each of the men holding Juanna by the hand, Leonard found
himself wondering how it came about, putting aside the bodily perils
from which they had escaped, that they had survived the exhaustion and
the horrors, physical and mental, of the last forty-eight hours.

But there they were still alive, though in a sorry plight, and before
evening they found themselves below the snow line in a warm and genial
climate.

"I must stop," said Juanna as the sun began to set; "I can drag myself
no further."

Leonard looked at Otter in despair.

"There is a big tree yonder, Baas," said the dwarf with an attempt at
cheerfulness, "and water by it. It is a good place to camp, and here
the air is warm, we shall not suffer from cold. Nay, we are lucky
indeed; think how we passed last night."

They reached the tree, and Juanna sank down half fainting against its
bole. With difficulty Leonard persuaded her to swallow a little meat
and a mouthful of spirit, and then, to his relief, she relapsed into a
condition with partook more of the nature of stupor than of sleep.



                              CHAPTER XL

                           OTTER'S FAREWELL

The night which followed, Leonard is wont to declare, proved to be the
very worst that he ever spent in his life. Notwithstanding his intense
weariness, he could not sleep, his nerves were too shattered to allow
of it. Whenever he shut his eyes, he saw himself hanging head
downwards over the oubliette in the cell beneath the idol, or flying
through the air across the dreadful gap in the ice-bridge, or in some
other position of terror, similar to those with which they had made
such intimate acquaintance of late. Did these visions cease, from time
to time he seemed to hear the voice of Francisco bidding him farewell,
the yell of Soa falling to her dreadful death, or Nam raving his last
defiance at them. Also his hurts, which were many, gave him great
pain, and though the climate here was mild, the breeze from the snow
heights chilled him through, and they had not even a match wherewith
to light a fire and scare the wild beasts that roared about them.

Rarely have three human beings been in a position more desolate and
desperate than that in which they found themselves this night,
exhausted, unarmed, almost without food or clothing, and wandering
they knew not where through the vastness of Central Africa. Unless
some help found them, as Leonard was aware, they must perish of
starvation, by the fangs of lions, or the spears of natives. It was
impossible that they could live through another week, and the thought
came into his mind that it would be well for them if they died that
night and had done with it.

It would be well; yes, and it would have been better if he had been
laid by the side of his brother Tom before ever he listened to Soa's
accursed tale of the People of the Mist and their treasure of rubies.
Only then he would never have known Juanna, for she must have died in
the slave camp.

This was the fruit of putting faith in the visions of dying men. And
yet, it was strange, he had /nearly/ got the money and "by the help of
a woman," for those rubies would have sufficed to buy back Outram ten
times over. But, alas! nearly is not quite. That dream was done with,
and even if they escaped, it would be to find himself more utterly
beggared than before, for now he would be a married beggar.

At last the night wore away and the dawn came, but Juanna did not wake
until the sun was high. Leonard, who had crept to a little distance--
for now he was quite unable to walk--saw her sit up and crawled back
to her. She stared at him vacantly and said something about Jane
Beach. Then he knew that she was wandering. There was nothing to be
done. What could be done in that wilderness with a woman in delirium,
except wait for death?

Accordingly Leonard and Otter waited for some hours. Then the dwarf,
who was in far the best condition of the three, took the spear--
Olfan's gift--and said that he would go and seek for food, since their
store was exhausted. Leonard nodded, though he knew that there was
little chance of a man armed with a spear alone being able to kill
game, and Otter went.

Towards evening he returned, reporting that he had seen plenty of
buck, but could not get near them, which was just what his master
expected. That night they passed hungry, by turns watching Juanna, who
was still delirious. At dawn Otter started out again, leaving Leonard,
who had been unable to sleep as on the previous night, crouched at
Juanna's side, his face buried in his hands.

Before noon Leonard chanced to look up, and saw the dwarf reeling
towards him, for he also was faint with want of food. Indeed his great
head and almost naked body, through the skin of which the misshapen
bones seemed to start in every direction, presented so curious a
spectacle that his master, whose brain was shaken by weakness, began
to laugh.

"Don't laugh, Baas," gasped the dwarf; "either I am mad, or we are
saved."

"Then I think that you must be mad, Otter, for we shall take a deal of
saving," he answered wearily, for he had ceased to believe in good
fortune. "What is it?"

"This, Baas. There is a white man coming this way and more than a
hundred servants with him; they are marching up the mountain slope."

"You are certainly mad, Otter," Leonard replied. "What in the names of
Jal and Aca is a white man doing here? I am the only one of that
species who have been fool enough to penetrate these regions, I and
Francisco," and he shut his eyes and dozed off.

Otter looked at him for a while, then he tapped his forehead
significantly and started down the slope again. An hour later,
Leonard, still dozing, was awakened by a sound of many voices, and by
a hand that shook him not too gently.

"Awake, Baas," said the dwarf, for the hand was his; "I have caught
the white man and brought him here."

Leonard staggered to his feet and saw before him, surrounded by gun-
bearers and other attendants, an English gentleman, rather under than
over middle age, with a round and kindly face tanned by the sun, and
somewhat deep-set dark eyes having an eyeglass fixed in one of them,
through which its wearer regarded him with much commiseration.

"How do you do, sir?" said the stranger in a pleasant voice. "So far
as I can make out from your servant you seem to be in a baddish way.
By George! there is a lady."

"How do you do?" answered Leonard. "Capital sun-helmet that of yours.
I envy it, but you see I have had to go bare-headed lately," and he
ran his fingers through his matted hair. "Who is the maker of that
eight-bore? Looks a good gun!"

"Achmet," said the stranger, turning to an Arab at his side, "go to
the first donkey and fetch this lord of the earth a pint of champagne
and some oatmeal cakes; he seems to want them. Tell the bearers also
to bring up my tent and to pitch it there by the water. Quick, now."

Forty-eight hours had passed, and the benevolent stranger was sitting
on a camp-stool in the door of his tent, looking at two forms that lay
wrapped in blankets and comfortably asleep within it.

"I suppose that they will wake some time," he murmured, dropping his
eyeglass and taking the pipe from his mouth. "The quinine and
champagne have done them a lot of good: there is nothing like quinine
and champagne. But what an unconscionable liar that dwarf must be!
There is only one thing he can do better, and that is eat. I never saw
a chap stow away so much grub, though I must say that he looks as
though he needed it. Still, allowing for all deductions, it is a
precious queer story. Who are they, and what the deuce are they doing
here? One thing is clear: I never saw a finer-looking man nor a
prettier girl." And he filled his pipe again, replaced the eyeglass in
his eye, and began smoking.

Ten minutes later Juanna sat up suddenly, whereupon the stranger
withdrew out of sight. She looked round her wildly, then, seeing
Leonard lying at the further side of the tent, she crept to him and
began kissing him, saying: "Leonard! Thank God that you are still
alive, Leonard! I dreamed that we both were dead. Thank God that you
are alive!"

Then the man who had been thus adjured woke up also and returned her
caresses.

"By George! this is quite affecting," said the traveller. "I suppose
that they are married; if not, they ought to be. Any way, I had better
clear out for a while."

An hour later he returned to find that the pair had made themselves as
presentable as soap and water, and some few spare garments which he
had sent to Leonard, would allow, and were now sitting in the sun
outside the tent. He advanced, lifting his helmet, and they rose to
meet him.

"I suppose that I had better introduce myself," he said with some
hesitation, for he was a shy man. "I am an English traveller, doing a
little exploring on my own account, for lack of any other occupation,
and my name is Sydney Wallace."

"Mine is Leonard Outram," answered Leonard, "and this young lady is
Miss Juanna Rodd."

Mr. Wallace started and bowed again. So they were /not/ married!

"We are deeply indebted to you, sir," went on Leonard; "for you have
rescued us from death."

"Not at all," answered Mr. Wallace. "You must thank that servant of
yours, the dwarf, and not me, for if he had not seen us, I should have
passed a mile or more to the left of you. The fact is that I am rather
fond of mountaineering, and seeing this great peak above us--I am told
that it is the highest in the Bisa-Mushinga Mountains--I thought that
I might as well have a try at it before I turn homewards, /via/ Lake
Nyassa, Livingstonia, Blantyre, and Quilimane. But perhaps you will
not mind telling me how you came to be here. I have heard something
from the dwarf, but his tale seems a little too steep."

"I am afraid you will think ours rather steeper, Mr. Wallace," said
Leonard, and he proceeded to give him a short outline of their
adventures.

When he came to their arrival among the People of the Mist, and
described the inauguration of Otter and Juanna as gods in the temple
of the colossus, he noticed that his auditor had let the eyeglass fall
from his round eye, and was regarding him with mild amazement.

"I am afraid that all this does not interest you," said Leonard
stiffly.

"On the contrary, Mr. Outram, it interests me very much. I am
exceedingly fond of romances, and this is rather a good one."

"As I thought; it is scarcely worth while to go on," said Leonard
again. "Well, I cannot wonder that you do not believe me."

"Leonard," interposed Juanna quietly, "you still have the star ruby;
show it to Mr. Wallace!"

He did so, somewhat sulkily, and then, as he seemed disinclined to say
anything more, Juanna took up the tale, showing in evidence of its
truth the spear, the frayed rope, and the tattered white robe which
she had worn in her character of Aca, and, indeed, still wore beneath
poor Francisco's cassock--for she had no other.

Mr. Wallace heard her out, then, without making any comment, he rose,
saying that he must try to shoot some meat for the camp, and begged
that they would make themselves comfortable until his return that
evening.

Before sundown he reappeared, and, coming straight to the tent, asked
their pardon for his incredulity.

"I have been up yonder," he said, "following your spoor backwards. I
have seen the snow-bridge and the stones, and the nicks which the
dwarf cut in the ice. All is just as you told me, and it only remains
for me to congratulate you upon having escaped from the strangest
series of dangers that ever I heard of"; and he held out his hand,
which both Leonard and Juanna shook warmly.

"By the way," he added, "I sent men to examine the gulf for several
miles, but they report to me that they found no spot where it would be
possible to descend it, and I fear, therefore, that the jewels are
lost for ever. I confess that I should have liked to try to penetrate
into the Mist country, but my nerves are not strong enough for the
ice-bridge, and if they were, stones won't slide uphill. Besides, you
must have had about enough of roughing it, and will be anxious to turn
your faces towards civilisation. So after you have rested another
couple of days I think that we had better start for Quilimane, which,
barring accidents, is about three months' march from here."

Shortly afterwards they started accordingly, but with the details of
their march we need not concern ourselves. An exception must be made,
however, in the case of a single event which happened at the mission-
station of Blantyre. That event was the wedding of Leonard and Juanna
in conformance with the ceremonies of their own church.

No word of marriage had been spoken between them for some weeks, and
yet the thought of it was never out of the minds of either. Indeed,
had their feelings been much less tender towards each other than was
the case, it would still have been desirable, in view of the
extraordinary intimacy into which they had been thrown during the past
months, that they should become man and wife. Leonard felt that alone
as she was in the wide world, nothing short of mutual aversion would
have justified him in separating from Juanna, and as it was love and
not aversion that he entertained towards her, this argument came home
to him with overmastering force.

"Juanna," he said to her on the day of their arrival at Blantyre, "you
remember some words that passed between your father and myself when he
lay upon his death-bed, to the effect that, should we both wish it, he
trusted to my honour to remarry you formally as soon as an opportunity
might arise.

"Now the opportunity is here, and I ask you if you desire to take me
for your husband, as, above everything in the world, I desire to make
you my beloved wife."

She coloured to her beautiful eyes and answered in a voice that was
almost a whisper:

"If you wish it and think me worthy of you, Leonard, you know that I
wish it also. I have always loved you, dear, yes, even when I was
behaving worst to you; but there is--Jane Beach!"

"I have told you before, Juanna," he answered with some little
irritation, "and now I tell you again, that Jane Beach and I have done
with each other."

"I am sure that I am very glad to hear it," Juanna replied, still
somewhat dubiously. The rest of that conversation, being of a private
character, will scarcely interest the public.

When he spoke thus, Leonard little knew after what fashion Jane Beach
and he had wound up their old love affair.

Two days later Leonard Outram took Juanna Rodd to wife, "to have and
to hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness
and in health, to love and to cherish till death did them part," and
their rescuer, Sydney Wallace, who by now had become their fast
friend, gave her away.

Very curious were the memories that passed through Juanna's mind as
she stood by her husband's side in the little grass-roofed chapel of
Blantyre, for was this not the third time that she had been married,
and now only of her own free will? She bethought her of that wild
scene in the slave camp; of Francisco who died to save her, and of the
blessing which he had called down upon her and this very man; of that
other scene in the rock prison, when, to protect Leonard's life, she
was wed, according to the custom of the Children of the Mist, to that
true-hearted gentleman and savage, Olfan, their king. Then she awoke
with a happy sigh to know that the lover at her side could never be
taken from her again until death claimed one of them.

"We shall be dreadfully poor, Leonard," she said to him afterwards;
"it would have been much better for you, dear, if I had fallen into
the gulf instead of the rubies."

"I am not of your opinion, love," he answered with a smile for he was
very happy. "Hang the rubies! Your price is far above rubies, and no
man may struggle against fate. I have always been able to make a
living for myself heretofore, and I do not doubt that I shall continue
to do so for both of us, and we will leave the rest to Providence. You
are more to me, Juanna, than any wealth--more even than Outram."

That evening Mr. Wallace found Otter gazing disconsolately at the
little house in which Leonard and Juanna were staying.

"Are you sad because your master is married, Otter?" he asked.

"No," answered the dwarf, "I am glad. For months he has been running
after her and dreaming of her, and now at last he has got her.
Henceforth she must dream of him and run after him, and he will have
time to think about other people, who love him quite as well."

Another month or so went by while the party journeyed in easy stages
towards the coast, and never had wedded lovers a happier honeymoon, or
one more unconventional, than that passed by Leonard and Juanna,
though perhaps Mr. Wallace and Otter did not find the contemplation of
their raptures a very exhilarating occupation.

At last they reached Quilimane in safety, and pitched their camp on
some rising ground outside of the settlement, which is unhealthy. Next
morning at daybreak Mr. Wallace started to the post-office, where he
expected to find letters. Leonard and Juanna did not accompany him,
but went for a walk before the sun grew hot. Then it was, as they
walked, that a certain fact came home to them; namely, that they could
not avail themselves of their host's kindness any longer, and,
further, that they were quite penniless. When one is moving slowly
across the vast African wilds, and living on the abounding game, love
and kisses seem an ample provision for all wants. But the matter
strikes the mind in a different light after the trip is done, and
civilisation with its necessities looms large in the immediate future.

"What are we to do, Juanna?" asked Leonard in dismay. "We have no
money to enable us to reach Natal or anywhere, and no credit on which
to draw."

"I suppose that we must sell the great ruby," she answered, with a
sigh, "though I shall be sorry to part with it."

"Nobody will buy such a stone here, Juanna, and it may not be a real
ruby after all. Perhaps Wallace might be willing to advance me a
trifle on it, though I hate having to ask him."

Then they went back to breakfast, which they did not find an
altogether cheerful meal. As they were finishing, Mr. Wallace returned
from the town.

"I have got good news," he said; "the British India mail will be here
in two days, so I shall pay off my men and go up to Aden in her, and
thence home. Of course you will come too, for, like me, I expect you
have had enough of Africa for the present. Here are some copies of the
weekly edition of the 'Times'; look through them, Mrs. Outram, and see
the news while I read my letters."

Leonard turned aside moodily and lit his pipe. How was he to find
money to take even a third-class passage on the British India mail?
But Juanna, obeying the instinct that prompts a woman to keep up
appearances at all hazards, took one of the papers and opened it,
although the tears which swam in her eyes would scarcely suffer her to
see the print. Thus things went on for ten minutes or more, as she
idly turned the pages of two or three issues of the weekly "Times,"
trying to collect her thoughts and pick up the thread of current
events.

But it is wonderful how uninteresting and far-away those events appear
after the reader has been living a life to herself for a year or so,
and Juanna, preoccupied as she was with her own thoughts, was about to
give up the attempt as a failure, when the name of /Outram/ started to
her eyes.

A minute later her two companions heard a sharp exclamation and turned
round.

"What is the matter, Mrs. Outram?" said Wallace. "Has France declared
war against Germany, or is Mr. Gladstone dead?"

"Oh! no, something much more important than that. Listen to this
advertisement, Leonard:--


 "'If Leonard Outram, second son of Sir Thomas Outram, Bart., late
  of Outram Hall, who was last heard of in the territory to the
  north of Delagoa Bay, Eastern Africa, or, in the event of his
  death, his lawful heirs, will communicate with the undersigned, he
  or they will hear of something very greatly to his or their
  advantage. Thomson & Turner, 2 Albert Court, London, E.C.'"


"Are you joking, Juanna?" said Leonard after a pause.

"Look for yourself," she answered.

He took the paper, and read and reread the notice.

"Well, there is one thing certain," he said, "that no one ever stood
in greater need of hearing something to his advantage than I do at
this moment, for excepting the ruby, which may not be a true stone, we
haven't a stiver to bless ourselves with in the world. Indeed, I don't
know how I am to avail myself of Messrs. Thomson & Turner's kind
invitation, unless I write them a letter and go to live in a Kaffir
hut till the answer comes."

"Don't let that trouble you, my dear fellow," said Wallace; "I can get
plenty of cash here, and it is very much at your service."

"I am ashamed to take further advantage of your kindness," answered
Leonard, flushing. "This advertisement may mean nothing, or perhaps a
legacy of fifty pounds, though I am sure I don't know who would leave
me even that sum. And then, how should I repay you?"

"Stuff!" said Wallace.

"Well," replied Leonard, "beggars must put their pride in their
pockets. If you will lend me a couple of hundred pounds and take the
ruby in pledge, I shall be even more grateful to you than I am at
present, and that is saying a good deal."

On this business basis the matter was ultimately arranged, though
within half an hour Wallace handed back the great stone into Juanna's
keeping, bidding her "keep it dark"; an injunction which she obeyed in
every sense of the word, for she hid the ruby where once the poison
had lain--in her hair.

Two busy days went by, and on the third morning a messenger came
running from the town to announce that the northward mail was in
sight. Then it was that Otter, who all this while had said nothing,
advanced solemnly towards Leonard and Juanna, holding his hand
outstretched.

"What is the matter, Otter?" asked Leonard, who was engaged in helping
Wallace to pack his hunting trophies.

"Nothing, Baas; I have come to say good-bye to you and the
Shepherdess, that is all. I wish to go now before I see the Steam-fish
carry you away."

"Go!" said Leonard; "you wish to go?"

Somehow Otter had become so much a part of their lives, that, even in
their preparations to leave for England, neither of them had ever
thought of parting from him.

"Why do you wish to go?" he added.

"Because I am an ugly old black dog, Baas, and can be of no further
use to you out yonder," and he nodded towards the sea.

"I suppose you mean that you do not want to leave Africa, even for a
while," said Leonard, with ill-concealed grief and vexation. "Well, it
is hard to part with you like this. Also," he added with a little
laugh, "it is awkward, for I owe you more than a year's wages, and
have not the money to spare to pay you. Moreover, I had taken your
passage on the ship."

"What does the Baas say?" asked Otter slowly; "that he has bought me a
place in the Steam-fish?"

Leonard nodded.

"Then I beg your pardon, Baas. I thought that you had done with me and
were going to throw me away like a worn-out spear."

"So you wish to come, Otter?" said Leonard.

"Wish to come!" he answered wonderingly. "Are you not my father and my
mother, and is not the place where you may be my place? Do you know
what I was going to do just now, Baas? I was going to climb to the top
of a tree and watch the Steam-fish till it vanished over the edge of
the world; then I would have taken this rope, which already has served
me well among the People of the Mist, and set it about my throat and
hanged myself there in the tree, for that is the best end for old
dogs, Baas."

Leonard turned away to hide the tears which started to his eyes, for
the dwarf's fidelity touched him more than he cared to show. Seeing
his trouble, Juanna took up the talk to cover his confusion.

"I fear that you will find it cold over yonder, Otter," she said. "It
is a land of fog, they tell me, and there are none of your own people,
no wives or Kaffir beer. Also, we may be poor and have to live
hardly."

"Of fog I have seen something lately, Shepherdess," answered the
dwarf; "and yet I was happy in the fog, because I was near the Baas.
Of hard living I have seen something also, and still I was happy,
because I was near the Baas. Once I had a wife and beer in plenty,
more than a man could want, and then I was unhappy, because they
estranged me from the Baas, and he knew that I had ceased to be Otter,
his servant whom he trusted, and had become a beast. Therefore,
Shepherdess, I would see no more of wives and beer."

"Otter, you idiot," broke in Leonard brusquely, "you had better stop
talking and get something to eat, for it will be the last meal that
you will wish to see for many a day."

"The Baas is right," replied the dwarf; "moreover, I am hungry, for
sorrow has kept me from food for these two days. Now I will fill
myself full, that I may have something to offer to the Black Water
when he shakes me in his anger."



                                ENVOI

                       THE END OF THE ADVENTURE

Six weeks or so had passed when a four-wheeled cab drew up at the door
of 2 Albert Court, London, E.C.

The progress of this vehicle had excited some remark among the more
youthful and lighter-minded denizens of the City, for on its box,
arrayed in an ill-fitting suit of dittoes and a brown hat some sizes
to small for him, sat a most strange object, whose coal-black
countenance, dwarfed frame, and enormous nose and shoulders attracted
their ribald observance.

"Look at him, Bill," said one youth to an acquaintance; "he's escaped
from Madame Tussaud's, he has. Painted hisself over with Day &
Martin's best, and bought a secondhand Guy Fawkes nose."

Just then his remarks were cut short, for Otter, having been made to
understand by the driver that they had arrived at their destination,
descended from the box in a manner so original, that it is probably
peculiar to the aborigines of Central Africa, and frightened that boy
away.

From the cab emerged Leonard and Juanna, looking very much the better
for their sea journey. Indeed, having recovered her health and
spirits, and being very neatly dressed in a grey frock, with a wide
black hat trimmed with ostrich feathers, Juanna looked what she was, a
very lovely woman. Entering an outer office Leonard asked if Messrs.
Thomson & Turner were to be seen.

"Mr. Turner is within, sir," answered a clerk of venerable appearance.
"Mr. Thomson"--here his glance fell upon Otter and suddenly he froze
up, then added with a jerk--"has been dead a hundred years! Thomson,
sir," he explained, recovering his dignity, but with his eyes still
fixed on Otter, "was the founder of this firm; he died in the time of
George III. That is his picture over the door--the person with a
harelip and a snuffbox."

"Indeed!" said Leonard. "As Mr. Thomson is not available, perhaps you
will tell Mr. Turner that a gentleman would like to speak to him."

"Certainly, sir," said the old clerk, still staring fixedly at Otter,
whose aspect appeared to fascinate him as much as that worthy had been
fascinated by the eyes of the Water-Dweller. "Have you an appointment,
sir?"

"No," answered Leonard. "Tell him that it is in reference to an
advertisement which his firm inserted in the 'Times' some months ago."

The clerk started, wondering if this could be the missing Mr. Outram.
That much-sought-for individual was understood to have resided in
Africa, which is the home of dwarfs and other oddities. Once more he
stared at Otter and vanished through a swing door.

Presently he returned. "Mr. Turner will see you, sir, if you and the
lady will please to step in. Does this--gentleman--wish to accompany
you?"

"No," said Leonard, "he can stop here."

Thereupon the clerk handed Otter a tall stool, on which the dwarf
perched himself disconsolately. Then he opened the swing door and
ushered Leonard and his wife into Mr. Turner's private room.

"Whom have I the pleasure of addressing?" said a bland, stout
gentleman, rising from before a table strewn with papers. "Pray be
seated, madam."

Leonard drew from his pocket a copy of the weekly "Times" and handed
it to him, saying:

"I understand that you inserted this advertisement."

"Certainly we did," answered the lawyer after glancing at it. "Do you
bring me any news of Mr. Leonard Outram?"

"Yes, I do. I am he, and this lady is my wife."

The lawyer bowed politely. "This is most fortunate," he said; "we had
almost given up hope--but, of course, some proofs of identity will be
required."

"I think that they can be furnished to your satisfaction," answered
Leonard briefly. "Meanwhile, for the sake of argument, perhaps you
will assume that I am the person whom I state myself to be, and inform
me to what this advertisement refers."

"Certainly," answered the lawyer, "there can be no harm in that. Sir
Thomas Outram, the late baronet, as you are doubtless aware, had two
sons, Thomas and Leonard. Leonard, the second son, as a young man was
engaged to, or rather had some love entanglement with, a lady--really
I forget her maiden name, but perhaps you can inform me of it----"

"Do you happen to mean Miss Jane Beach?" said Leonard quietly.

At this point Juanna turned in her chair and became extraordinarily,
indeed almost fiercely, interested in the conversation.

"Quite so; Beach was the name. You must excuse my forgetfulness. Well,
Sir Thomas's affairs fell into confusion, and after their father's
death Mr. Leonard Outram, with his elder brother Thomas, emigrated to
South Africa. In that same year Miss Jane--eh--Beach married a client
of ours, Mr. Cohen, whose father had purchased the estate of Outram
from the trustees in bankruptcy."

"Indeed!" said Leonard.

"Shortly afterwards," went on the lawyer, "Mr. Cohen, or rather Sir
Jonas Cohen, succeeded to the estate on the death of his father. Two
years ago he died leaving all his property, real and personal, to his
only child, a daughter named Jane, with reversion to his widow in fee
simple. Within a month of his death the child Jane died also, and nine
months later her mother, Lady Cohen, /nee/ Jane Beach, followed her to
the grave."

"Yes," said Leonard in a dull voice, and hiding his face in his hand;
"go on, sir."

"Lady Cohen made a somewhat peculiar will. Under the terms of that
will she bequeaths the mansion house and estates of Outram, together
with most of her personal property, amounting in all to something over
a hundred thousand pounds, to her old friend Leonard Outram and the
heirs of his body, with reversion to her brother. This will has not
been disputed; therefore, if you are Leonard Outram, I may
congratulate you upon being once more the owner of your ancestral
estate and a considerable fortune in cash."

For a while Leonard was too agitated to speak.

"I will prove to you," he said at last, "that I am this person, that
is, I will prove it /prima facie/; afterwards you can satisfy yourself
of the truth of my statements by the usual methods." And he proceeded
to adduce a variety of evidence as to his identity which need not be
set out here. The lawyer listened in silence, taking a note from time
to time.

"I think," he said when Leonard had finished, "that, subject to those
inquiries of which you yourself have pointed out the necessity in so
grave a matter, I may accept it as proved that you are none other than
Mr. Leonard Outram, or rather," he added, correcting himself, "if, as
I understand, your elder brother Thomas is dead, than Sir Leonard
Outram. Indeed you have so entirely convinced me that this is the
case, that I have no hesitation in placing in your hands a letter
addressed to you by the late Lady Cohen, and deposited with me
together with the executed will; though, when you have read it, I
shall request you to leave that letter with me for the present.

"By the way, it may interest you to learn," Mr. Turner added, as he
went to a safe built into the wall and unlocked its iron door, "that
we have been hunting for you for a year or more. We even sent a man to
South Africa, and he tracked you to a spot in some mountains somewhere
north of Delagoa Bay, where it was reported that you, with your
brother Thomas and two friends, were digging for gold. He reached the
spot on the night of the ninth of May last year."

"The very day that I left it," broke in Leonard.

"And found the site of your camp and three graves. At first our
representative thought that you were all dead, but afterwards he fell
in with a native who appears to have deserted from your service, and
who told him that one of the brothers was dying when he left the camp,
but one was still in good health, though he did not know where he had
gone."

"My brother Thomas died on the first of May--this day year," said
Leonard.

"After that all trace of you was lost, but I still kept on
advertising, for missing people have a wonderful way of turning up to
claim fortunes, and you see the result. Here is the letter, Sir
Leonard."

Leonard took the document and looked at it, while strange feelings
crowded into his mind. This was the first letter that he had ever
received from Jane Beach; also it was the last that he ever could
receive.

"Before I open this, Mr. Turner," he said, "for my own satisfaction I
may as well ask you to compare the handwriting of the address with
another specimen of it that chances to be in my possession"; and
producing the worn prayer-book from his pocket--Jane's parting gift--
he opened it at the fly-leaf, and pointed out the inscription to the
lawyer, placing the envelope beside it.

Mr. Turner took a reading-glass and examined first one writing and
then the other.

"These words appear to have been written by the same hand," he said
presently. "Lady Cohen's writing was peculiar, and it is difficult to
be mistaken on the point, though I am no expert. To free you from
responsibility, with your consent I myself will open this letter," and
he slit the envelope at the top with an ivory paper-knife, and,
drawing out its contents, he handed them to Leonard. They ran thus:


 "My dearest Leonard,--For so I, who am no longer a wife, may call
  you without shame, seeing that you are in truth the dearest to my
  heart, whether you be still living, or dead like my husband and my
  child.

 "The will which I am to sign to-morrow will prove to you if you are
  yet alive, as I believe to be the case, how deep is my anxiety
  that that you should re-enter into possession of the ancestral
  home of which fortune has deprived you. It is with the greatest
  pleasure that I make you this bequest, and I can do so with a
  clear conscience, for my late husband has left everything at my
  absolute disposal--being himself without near relations--in the
  sad event which has occurred, of the death of his daughter, our
  only child.

 "May you live long enough to enjoy the lands and fortune which I am
  enabled thus to return to your family, and may your children and
  their descendants sit at Outram for many a generation to come!

 "And now I will talk no more of this matter, for I have an
  explanation to make and a pardon to ask.

 "It may well be, Leonard, that when your eyes fall upon these
  lines, you will have forgotten me--most deservedly--and have found
  some other woman to love you. No, as I set this down I feel that
  it is not true; you will never forget me altogether, Leonard--your
  first love--and no other woman will ever be quite the same to you
  as I have been; or, at least, so I believe in my foolishness and
  vanity.

 "You will ask what explanation is possible after the way in which I
  have treated you, and the outrage that I have done to my own love.
  Such as it is, however, I offer it to you.

 "I was driven into this marriage, Leonard, by my late father, who
  could be very cruel when he chose. To admit this is, as I know, a
  proof of weakness. So be it, I have never concealed from myself
  that I am weak. Yet, believe me, I struggled while I could; I
  wrote to you even, but they intercepted my letter; and I told all
  the truth to Mr. Cohen, but he was self-willed and passionate, and
  would take no heed of my pleading. So I married him, Leonard, and
  was fairly happy with him, for he was kindness itself to me, but
  from that hour I began to die.

 "And now more than six years have passed since the night of our
  parting in the snow, and the end is at hand, for I am really
  dying. It has pleased God to take my little daughter, and this
  last shock proved more than I can bear, and so I go to join her
  and to wait with her till such time as I shall once more see your
  unforgotten face.

 "That is all that I have to say, dear Leonard.

 "Pardon me, and I am selfish enough to add--do not forget me.

                                                  "JANE.

 "P.S.--Why is it that an affection like ours, which has never borne
  fruit even, should in the end prove stronger than any other
  earthly tie? Heaven knows, and Heaven alone, how passionately I
  loved and love my dead child; and yet, now that my own hour is at
  hand, it is of /you/ that I think the most, you who are neither
  child nor husband. I suppose that I shall understand ere long,
  but, O Leonard, Leonard, Leonard, if, as I believe, my nature is
  immortal, I swear that such love as mine for you, however much it
  be dishonoured and betrayed, is still the most immortal part of
  it!--J."


Leonard put down the letter on the table, and again he covered his
face with his hand to hide his emotion, for his feelings overcame him
as a sense of the depth and purity of this dead woman's undying love
sank into his heart.

"May I read that letter, Leonard?" asked Juanna in a quiet voice.

"Yes, I suppose so, dear, if you like," he answered, feeling dully
that it was better to make a clean breast of the matter at once, and
thus to prevent future misunderstandings.

Juanna took the letter and perused it twice, by which time she knew it
as well as she did the Lord's Prayer, nor did she ever forget a single
word of it. Then she handed it back to the lawyer, saying nothing.

"I understand," said Mr. Turner, breaking in on a silence which he
felt to be painful, "that you will be able to produce the necessary
proofs of identity within the next few days, and then we can get the
will proved in the usual form. Meanwhile, you must want money, which I
will take the risk of advancing you," and he wrote a cheque for a
hundred pounds and gave it to Leonard.

Half an hour later Leonard and Juanna were alone in a room at their
hotel, but as yet scarcely a word had passed between them since they
left the lawyer's office.

"Don't you see, Leonard," his wife said almost fiercely, "it is most
amusing, you made a mistake. Your brother's dying prophecy was like a
Delphic oracle--it could be taken two ways, and, of course, you
adopted the wrong interpretation. You left Grave Mountain a day too
soon. It was by /Jane Beach's/ help that you were to recover Outram,
not by mine," and she laughed sadly.

"Don't talk like that, dear," said Leonard in a sad voice; "it pains
me."

"How else am I to talk after reading that letter?" she answered, "for
what woman can hold her own against a dead rival? Now also I must be
indebted to her bounty all my days. Oh! if I had not lost the jewels--
if only I had not lost the jewels!"

History does not relate how Leonard dealt with this unexpected and yet
natural situation.

A week had passed and Leonard, with Juanna at his side, found himself
once more in the great hall at Outram, where, on a bygone night, many
years ago, he and his dead brother had sworn their oath. All was the
same, for in this hall nothing had been changed--Jane had seen to
that. There chained to its stand was the Bible, upon which they had
registered their vow; there were the pictures of his ancestors gazing
down calmly upon him, as though they cared little for the story of his
struggles and of his strange triumph over fortune "by the help of a
woman." There was the painted window, with its blazoned coats of arms
and its proud mottoes--"/For Heart, Home, and Honour/," and "Per ardua
ad astra/." He had won the heart and home, and he had kept his honour
and his oath. He had endured the toils and dangers and the crown of
stars was his.

And yet, was Leonard altogether happy as he stood looking on these
familiar things? Perhaps not quite, for yonder in the churchyard there
was a grave, and within the church a monument in white marble, that
was wonderfully like one who had loved him and whom he had loved,
though time and trouble had written a strange difference on her face.
Also, he had failed: he had kept his oath indeed and fought on till
the end was won, but himself he had not won it. What now was his had
once belonged to his successful rival, who doubtless little dreamed of
the payment that would be exacted from him by the decree of fate.

And was Juanna happy? She knew well that Leonard loved her truly; but
oh! it was cruel that she who had shared the struggles should be
deprived of her reward--that it should be left to another, who if not
false had at least been weak, to give to her husband that which she
had striven so hard to win--that which she had won--and lost. And
harder still was it that in this ancient place which would henceforth
be her home, by day and by night she must feel the presence of the
shadow of a woman, a woman sweet and pale, who, as she believed, stood
between her and that which she desired above all things--the complete
and absolute possession of her husband's heart.

Doubtless she overrated the trouble; men and women do not spend their
lives in brooding upon the memories of their first loves--if they did,
this would be a melancholy world. But to Juanna it was real enough,
and remained so for some years. And if a thing is true to the heart,
it avails little that reason should give it the lie.

In short, now in the hour of their full property, Leonard and Juanna
were making acquaintance with the fact that fortune never gives with
both hands, as the French say, but loves to rob with one while she
bestows with the other. To few is it allowed to be completely
miserable, to none to be completely happy. Their good luck had been so
overwhelming in many ways, that it would have partaken of the
unnatural, and might well have excited their fears for the future, had
its completeness been unmarred by these drawbacks which, such as they
were, probably they learned to disremember as the years passed over
them bringing them new trials and added blessings.

Perhaps a peep into the future will tell us the rest of the story of
Leonard and Juanna Outram better and more truly than any further
chronicling of events.

Ten years or so have gone by and Sir Leonard, now a member of
Parliament and the Lord-Lieutenant of his county, comes out of church
on the first Sunday in May accompanied by his wife, the stateliest
matron in the country-side, and some three or four children, boys and
girls together, as healthy as they are handsome. After a glance at a
certain grave that lies near to the chancel door, they walk homewards
across the budding park in the sweet spring afternoon, till, a hundred
yards or more from the door of Outram Hall, they pause at the gates of
a dwelling known as "The Kraal," shaped like a beehive, fashioned of
straw and sticks, and built by the hands of Otter alone.

Basking in the sunshine in front of this hut sits the dwarf himself,
cutting broom-sticks with a knife out of the straightest of a bundle
of ash saplings that lie beside him. He is dressed in a queer mixture
of native and European costume, but otherwise time has wrought no
change in him.

"Greeting, Baas," he says as Leonard comes up. "Is Baas Wallace here
yet?"

"No, he will be down in time for dinner. Mind that you are there to
wait, Otter."

"I shall not be late, Baas, on this day of all days."

"Otter," cries a little maid, "you should not make brown-sticks on
Sunday, it is very wrong."

The dwarf grins by way of answer, then speaks to Leonard in a tongue
that none but he can understand.

"What did I tell you many years ago, Baas?" he says. "Did I not tell
you that by this way or by that you should win the wealth, and that
the great kraal across the water should be yours again, and that the
children of strangers should wander there no more? See, it has come
true," and he points to the happy group of youngsters. "/Wow!/ I,
otter, who am a fool in most things, have proved to be the best of
prophets. Yet I will rest content and prophesy no more, lest I should
lose my name for wisdom."

A few hours later and dinner is over in the larger hall. All the
servants have gone except Otter, who dressed in a white smock stands
behind his master's chair. There is no company present save Mr.
Wallace, who has just returned from another African expedition, and
sits smiling and observant, his eyeglass fixed in his eye as of yore.
Juanna is arrayed in full evening dress, however, and a great star
ruby blazes upon her breast.

"Why have you got the red stone on to-night, mother?" asks her eldest
son Thomas, who with his two sisters has come down to desert.

"Hush, dear," she answers, as Otter advances to that stand on which
the Bible is chained, holding a glass filled with port in his hand.

"Deliverer and Shepherdess," he says, speaking in Sisutu, "on this day
eleven years gone Baas Tom died out yonder; I, who drink wine but once
a year, drink to the memory of Baas Tom, and to our happy meeting with
him in the gold House of the Great-Great"; and swallowing the port
with a single gulp Otter throws the glass behind him, shattering it on
the floor.

"Amen," says Leonard. "Now, love, your toast."

"I drink to the memory of Francisco who died to save me," says Juanna
in a low voice.

"Amen," repeats her husband.

For a moment there is silence, for Leonard gives no toast; then the
boy Thomas lifts his glass and cries,

"And I drink to Olfan, the king of the People of the Mist, and to
Otter, who killed the Snake-god, and whom I love the best of all of
them. Mother, may Otter get the spear and the rope and tell us the
story of how he dragged you and father up the ice-bridge?"





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