 Chapter 14 of The Wizard by H. Ryder Haggard. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. THE EATING OF THE FRUIT The woman slipped away secretly. When she had gone, Hokusah bade his wife bring the basket of fruit into the hut. It is best that the butcher should kill the ox himself," she answered, meaningly. He carried in the basket, and set it on the floor. Why do you speak thus, Noma? he asked. Because I will have no hand in the matter, Hokusah. I have been the tool of a wizard, and one little joy therefrom. The tool of a murderer I will not be. If I kill, it is for the sake of both of us, he said passionately. It may be so, Hokusah, or for the sake of the people, or for the sake of heaven above. I do not know, and do not care. But I say, do your own killing, for I am sure that even less luck will hang to it than hangs to your witchcraft. Of all women you are the most perverse, he said, stamping his foot upon the ground. Thus you may say again before everything is done, husband. But if it be so, why do you love me, and tie me to you with your wizardry? Cut the knot, and let me go my way, while you go yours. Woman, I cannot. But still I bid you beware. For strive as you will, my path must be your path. Moreover, till I free you, you cannot lift voice or hand against me. Then, while she watched him curiously, Hokusah fetched his medicines, and took from them some powder fine as dust, and two tiny crow quills. Placing a fruit before him, he inserted one of these quills into its substance, and filling the second with the powder, he shook its contents into it, and withdrew the tube. This process he repeated four times on each of the fruits, replacing them one by one in the basket. So deftly did he work upon them, that however closely they were scanned, none could guess that they had been tampered with. Will it kill it once? asked Noma. No, indeed. But he who eats these fruits will be seized on the third day with dysentery and fever, and these will cling to him till within seven weeks, or if he is very strong, three months, he dies. This is the best of poisons, for it works through nature, and can be traced by none, except perchance by that spirit whom the white man worships, and who also works through nature as you learned, Hokusah, when he rolled the lightning back upon your head, shattering your god and beating down your company. Then, of a sudden terror, seized the wizard, and springing to his feet, he cursed his wife till she trembled before him. Vile woman, and double-faced, he said, Why do you push me forward with one hand, and with the other drag me back? Why do you whisper evil counsel into one ear, and into the other prophesy of misfortunes to come? Had it not been for you, I should have let this business lie. I should have taken my fate, and been content. But day by day you have taunted me with my fall, and grieved over the greatness that you have lost, till at length you have driven me to this. Why cannot you be all good, or all wicked, or at the least through righteousness and sin, faithful to my interest and your own? Because I hate you, Hokusah, and yet can strike you only through my tongue, and your mad love for me. I am fast in your power, but thus at least I can make you feel something of my own pain. Hark! I hear that woman at the gate. Will you give her back the basket, or will you not? Whatever you may choose to do, do not say in after-days that I urged you to do the deed. Truly you are great-hearted, he answered with cold contempt, one for whom I did well to enter into treachery and sin. So be it, having gone so far upon it, come what may, I will not turn back from this journey. Let in that fool. Presently the woman stood before them, bearing with her another basket of fruit. These are what you seek, master, she said, though I was forced to win them by theft. Now give me my own, and the medicine, and let me go. He gave her the basket, and with it, wrapped in a piece of kid's skin, some of the same powder with which he had doctored the fruits. What shall I do with this? she asked. You must find means to sprinkle it upon your sister's food. And thereafter your husband shall come to hate even the sight of her. But will he come to love me again? Hokusah shrugged his shoulders. I know not, he answered. That is for you to see too. Yet this is sure, that if a tree grows up before the house of a man, shutting it off from the sunlight, when that tree is cut down, the sun shines upon his house again. It is nothing to the sun on what he shines, said the woman, if the saying does not please you, then forget it. I promise you this, and no more, that very soon the man shall cease to turn to your rival. The medicine will not harm her? asked the woman doubtfully. She has worked me bitter wrong indeed, yet she is my sister whom I nursed when she was little. And I do not wish to do her hurt. If only he will welcome me back, and treat me kindly. I am willing even that she should dwell on beneath my husband's roof, bearing his children, for will they not be of my own blood? Woman, answered Hokusah impatiently. You weary me with your talk. Did I say that the charm would hurt her? I said that it would cause your husband to hate the sight of her. Now be gone, taking or leaving it, and let me rest. If your mind is troubled, throw aside that medicine, and go soothe it with such sights as you saw last night. On hearing this, the woman sprang up, hit away the poison in her hair, and taking her basket of fruit passed from the crawl as secretly as she had entered it. Why did you give her death medicine? asked Noma of Hokusah as he stood staring after her. Have you a hate to satisfy against the husband, or the girl who is her rival? None, he answered, for they have never crossed my path. O foolish woman, can you not read my plan? Not altogether, husband. Listen then, this woman will give to her sister a medicine of which in the end she must die. She may be discovered, or she may not, but it is certain that she will be suspected, seeing that the bitterness of the quarrel between them is known. Also she will give to the messenger certain fruits, after eating of which he will be taken sick, and in due time die, of just such a disease as that which carries off the woman's rival. Now if any think that he has poisoned, which I trust none will, whom will they suppose to have poisoned him, though indeed they can never prove the crime? The plan is clever, said Noma with admiration, but in it I see a flaw. The woman will say that she had the drug from you, or at the least will babble of her visit to you. Not so, answered Hokusah, for on this matter the greatest talker in the world would keep silence. Firstly, she, being a Christian, dare not own that she has visited a witch doctor. Secondly, the fruit she brought in payment was stolen, therefore she will say nothing of it. Thirdly, to admit that she had medicine from me would be to admit her guilt, and that she will scarcely do even under torture, which by the new law it is not lawful to apply. Moreover, none saw her come here, and I should deny her visit. The plan is very clever, said Noma again. It is very clever, he repeated complacently. Never have I made a better one. Now throw those fruits to the she-goats that are in the crawl, and burn the basket, while I go and talk to some in the great place, telling them that I have returned from counting my cattle on the mountain, whither I went after I had bowed the knee in the house of the king. Two hours later, Hokusah, having made a wide detour, and talked to Sundry of his acquaintances about the condition of his cattle, might have been seen walking slowly along the north side of the great place toward his own crawl. His path lay past the chapel, and the little house that Owen had built to dwell in. This house was furnished with a broad veranda, and upon it sat the messenger himself eating his evening meal. Hokusah saw him, and a great desire entered his heart to learn whether or no he had partaken of the poisoned fruit. Also it occurred to him that it would be wise if, before the end came, he could contrive to divert all possible suspicion from himself, by giving the impression that he was now upon friendly terms with the great white teacher, and not disinclined even to become a convert to his doctrine. For a moment he hesitated, seeking an excuse. One soon suggested itself to his ready mind. That very morning the king had told him, not obscurely, that Owen had pleaded for his safety, and saved him from being put upon his trial on charges of witchcraft and murder. He would go to him, now at once, playing the part of a grateful penitent, and the white man's magic must be keen indeed if it availed to pierce the armor of his practised craft. So Hokusah went up and squatted himself down native fashion among a little group of converts who were waiting to see their teacher upon one business or another. He was not more than ten paces from the veranda, and sitting thus, he saw a sight that interested him strangely. Having eaten a little dish of roasted meat, Owen put out his hand and took a fruit from a basket that the wizard knew well. At this moment he looked up and recognized Hokusah. Do you desire speech with me, Hokusah? he asked, in his gentle voice. If so, be pleased to come hither. Nay, messenger, answered Hokusah, I desire speech with you indeed, but it is ill to stand between a hungry man and his food. I care little for my food, answered Owen. At the least it can wait, and he put down the fruit. Then suddenly a feeling to which the wizard had been for many years a stranger took possession of him, a feeling of compunction. That man was about to partake of what would cause his death, of what he, Hokusah, had prepared in order that it should cause his death. He was good, he was kindly, none could allege a wrong deed against him, and foolishness though it might be, so was the doctrine that he taught. Why should he kill him? It was true that never till that moment had he hesitated by fair means or foul to remove an enemy or rival from his path. He had been brought up in this teaching. It was part of the education of wizards to be merciless, for they reigned by terror and evil craft. Their magic lay chiefly in clairvoyance and powers of observation developed to a pitch that was almost superhuman, and the best of their weapons was poison in infinite variety, whereof the guild alone understood the properties in preparation. Therefore there was nothing strange, nothing unusual in this deed of devilish and cunning murder that the sight of its doing should stir him thus, and yet it did stir him. He was minded to stop the plot, to let things take their course. Some sense of the futility of all such strivings came home to him, and as in a glass, for Hokusah was a man of imagination, he foresaw their end. A little success, a little failure, it scarcely mattered which, and then that end. Within twenty years, or ten, or may have even one, what would this present victory or defeat mean to him? Nothing so far as he was concerned. That is, nothing so far as his life of today was concerned. Yet, if he had another life, it might mean everything. There was another life, he knew it, who had dragged back from its borders the spirits of the dead, though what might be the state and occupations of those dead he did not know. Yet he believed, why he could not tell, that they were affected vitally by their acts and behavior here, and his intelligence warned him that good must always flow from good, and evil from evil. To kill this man was evil, and of it only evil could come. What did he care whether Hafello ruled the nation or Nodwingo, and whether it worshiped the God of the Christians or the God of Fire, who, by the way, had proved himself so singularly inefficient in the hour of trial? Now that he thought of it, he much preferred Nodwingo to Hafello, for one was a just man, and the other a tyrant, and he himself was more comfortable as a wealthy private person than he had been as a head medicine man and a chief of wizards. He would let things stand. He would prevent the messenger from eating of that fruit. A word would do it. He had but to suggest that it was unripe, or not wholesome at this season of the year, and it would be cast aside. All these reflections, or their substance, passed through Hokusah's mind in a few instance of time, and already he was rising to go to the veranda and translate their moral into acts when another thought occurred to him. How should he face Nomo with this tale? He could give up his own ambitions, but could he bear her mockery, as day by day she taunted him with his faint heartedness, and reproached him with his failure to regain greatness and to make her great. He forgot that he might conceal the truth from her, or rather he did not contemplate such concealment, of which their relations were too peculiar and too intimate to permit. She hated him, and he worshipped her with a half inhuman passion. A passion so unnatural indeed, that it suggested the horrid and insatiable longings of the damned, and yet their souls were naked to each other. It was their fate that they could hide nothing, each from each. They were cursed with the awful necessity of candor. It would be impossible that he should keep from Noma anything that he did or did not do. It would be still more impossible that she should conceal from him even such imaginings and things as it is common for women to hold secret. Her very bitterness, which it had been policy for her to cloak or soften, would gush from her lips at the sight of him, nor in the depth of his rage and torment could he, on the other hand, control the ill-timed utterance of his continual and overmastering passion. It came to this then. He must go forward, and against his better judgment, because he was afraid to go back, for the whip of a woman's tongue drove him on remorselessly. It was better that the messenger should die, and the land run red with blood, than that he should be forced to endure this scourge. So with a sigh, Hokusah sank back to the ground and watched, while o'en ate three of the poisoned fruits. After a pause he took a fourth and bit into it, but not seeming to find it to his taste, he threw it to a child who was waiting by the veranda for any scraps which might be left over from his meal. The child caught it, and devoured it eagerly. Then, smiling at the little boy's delight, the messenger called to Hokusah to come up and speak with him. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of The Wizard by H. Ryder Haggard This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Noma comes to Hefella. Hokusah advanced to the veranda, and bowed to the white man with grave dignity. Be seated, said o'en. Will you not eat? Though I have nothing to offer you but these. And he pushed the basket of fruits towards him, adding, The best of them I fear are already gone. I thank you, no, messenger. Such fruits are not always wholesome at this season of the year. I have known them to breed dysentery. Indeed, said o'en. If so, I trust that I may escape. I have suffered from that sickness. And I think that another bout of it would kill me. In the future I will avoid them. But what do you seek with me, Hokusah? Enter and tell me. And he led the way into a little sitting-room. Messenger, said the wizard, with deep humility. I am a proud man. I have been a great man. And it is no light thing to me to humble myself before the face of my conqueror. Yet I am come to this. Today, when I was in audience with the king, craving a small boon of his graciousness, he spoke to me sharp and bitter words. He told me that he had been minded to put me on trial for my life, because of various misdoings which are alleged against me in the past. But that you had pleaded for me, and that for this cause he spared me. I come to thank you for your gentleness, Messenger. For I think that had I been in your place, I should have whispered otherwise in the ear of the king. Say no more of it, friend, said Owen kindly. We are all of us sinners, and it is my place to push back your ancient sins, not to drag them into the light of day and clamor for their punishment. It is true I know that you plotted with the Prince of Fela to poison Umsuka, the king, for it was revealed to me. It chanced, however, that I was able to recover Umsuka from his sickness, and Hafella is fled. So why should I bring up the deed against you? It is true that you still practice witchcraft, and that you hate and strive against the holy faith which I preach, but you were brought up to wizardry, and have been the priest of another creed, and these things plead for you. Also, Hokusah, I can see the good and evil struggling in your soul, and I pray, and I believe that in the end the good will master the evil, that you who have been preeminent in sin will come to be preeminent in righteousness. Oh, be not stubborn, but listen with your ear, and let your heart be softened. The gate stands open, and I am the guide appointed to show you the way without reward or fee. Follow them, ere it be too late, that in time to come when my voice is stilled, you also may be able to direct the feet of wanderers into the paths of peace. It is the hour of prayer. Come with me, I beg of you, and listen to some few words of the message from my lips, and let your spirit be nurtured with them, and the Son of Truth arise upon its darkness. Hokusah heard, and before this simple eloquence his wisdom sank confounded. More his intelligence was stirred, and a desire came upon him to investigate and examine the cannons of a creed that could produce such men as this. He made no answer, but waiting while Owen robed himself, he followed him to the chapel. It was full of new-made Christians who crowded even the doorways, but they gave place to him, wondering. Then the service began, a short and simple service. First Owen offered up some prayer for the welfare of the infant church, for the conversion of the unbelieving, for the safety of the king, and the happiness of the people. Then John, the messenger's first disciple, read aloud from a manuscript a portion of the scripture which his master had translated. It was St. Paul's exposition of the resurrection from the dead, and the grandeur of its thoughts and language were by no means lost upon Hokusah, whose savage and heathen though he might be was also a man of intellect. The reading over, Owen addressed the congregation, Taking for his text, thy sin shall find thee out. Being now a master of the language, he preached very well and earnestly, and indeed the subject was not difficult to deal with, in the presence of an audience many of whose pasts had been stepped in iniquities of no common kind. As he talked of judgment to come for the unrepentant, some of his hearers groaned and even wept, and when, changing his note, he dwelt upon the blessed future state of those who earned forgiveness, their faces were lighted up with joy. But perhaps among all those gathered before him there were none more deeply interested than Hokusah and one other, that woman to whom he had sold the poison, and who, as it chanced, sat next to him. Hokusah, watching her face as he was skilled to do, saw the thrusts of the preacher go home, and grew sure that already in her jealous haste she had found opportunity to sprinkle the medicine upon her rival's food. She believed it to be but a charm, indeed. Yet knowing that in using such charm she had done wickedly, she trembled beneath the words of denunciation, and, rising at length, crept from the chapel. Truly her sin will find her out, thought Hokusah to himself, and then in a strange half-impersonal fashion he turned his thoughts to the consideration of his own case. Would his sin find him out, he wondered? Before he could answer that question it was necessary first to determine whether or no he had committed a sin. The man before him, that gentle and yet impassioned man, bore in his vitals the seed of death which he, Hokusah, had planted there. Was it wrong to have done this? It depended by which standard the deed was judged. According to his own code, the code on which he had been educated, and which hitherto he had followed with exactness, it was not wrong. That code taught the necessity of self-aggrandizement, or at least, and at all costs, the necessity of self-preservation. This white preacher stood in his path, he had humiliated him, Hokusah, and in the end either of himself or through his influences, it was probable that he would destroy him. Therefore he must strike before in his own person he received a mortal blow, and having no other means at his command he struck through treachery and poison. That was his law which for many generations had been followed and respected by his class with the tacit ascent of the nation. According to this law then he had done no wrong. But now the victim by the altar, who did not know that already he was bound upon the altar, preached anew and a very different doctrine, under which were it to be believed he, Hokusah, was one of the worst of sinners. The matter then resolved itself to this, which of these two rules of life was the right rule, which of them should a man follow to satisfy his conscience and to secure his abiding welfare. Apart from the motives that swayed him as a mere matter of ethics, this problem interested Hokusah not a little, and he went homewards determined to solve it, if he might. That could be done in one way only, by a close examination of both systems. The first he knew well, he had practiced it for nearly forty years. Of the second he had but an inkling. Also if he would learn more of it he must make haste, seeing that its exponent in some short while would cease to be in a position to set it out. I trust that you will come again, said Owen to Hokusah as they left the chapel. Yes indeed, messenger, answered the wizard, I will come every day, and if you permit it I will attend your private teachings also, for I accept nothing without examination, and I greatly desire to study this new doctrine of yours, root and flower and fruit. On the morrow Noma started upon her journey. As the matrons who accompanied her gave out with a somewhat suspicious persistency, its ostensible object was to visit the Mount of Purification, and there by fastings and solitude to purge yourself of the sin of having given birth to a stillborn child. For amongst savage peoples such an accident is apt to be looked upon as little short of a crime, or at the least as indicating that the woman concerned is the object of the indignation of spirits who need to be appeased. To this Mount Noma went, and there performed the customary rites. Little wonder, she thought to herself, that the spirits were angry with her, seeing that yonder in the burying ground of kings she had dared to break in upon their rest. From the place of purification she traveled on ten days journey with her companions, till they reached the mountain fastness where Hefella had established himself. The town and its surroundings were of extraordinary strength, and so well guarded that it was only after considerable difficulty and delay that the women were admitted. Hearing of her arrival and that she had words for him, Hefella sent for Noma at once, receiving her by night and alone in his principal hut. She came and stood before him, and he looked at her beauty with admiring eyes, for he could not forget the woman whom the cunning of Hokusah had forced him to put away. Whence come you, pretty one? he asked, and wherefore come you? Are you weary of your husband, that you fly back to me? If so, you are welcome indeed, for know, Noma, that I still love you. I, Prince, I am weary of my husband, sure enough. But I do not fly to you, for he holds me fast to him with bonds that you cannot understand, and fast to him while he lives I must remain. What hinders, Noma, that having got you here, I should keep you here? The cunning and magic of Hokusah may be great, but they will need to be still greater to win you from my arms. This hinders, Prince, that you are playing for a higher stake than that of a woman's love, and if you deal thus by me and my husband, then of a surety you will lose the game. What stake, Noma? The stake of the crown of the people of fire. And why should I lose if I take you as a wife? Because Hokusah, seeing that I do not return, and learning from his spies why I do not return, will warn the king, and by many means bring all your plans to nothing. Listen now to the words of Hokusah that he has set between my lips to deliver to you, and she repeated to him all the message without fault or fail. Say it again, he said, and she obeyed. Then he answered, truly the skill of Hokusah is great, and well he knows how to set a snare, but I think that if by his counsel I should spring the bird, he will be too clever a man to keep upon the threshold of my throne. He who sets one snare may set twain, and he who sits by the threshold may desire to enter the house of kings wherein there is no space for two to dwell. Is this the answer that I am to take back to Hokusah, asked Noma? It will scarcely bind him to your cause, Prince, and I wonder that you dare to speak it to me who am his wife. I dare to speak it to you, Noma, because although you be his wife, all wives do not love their lords, and I think that, per chance in days to come, you would choose rather to hold the hand of a young king than that of a witch doctor sinking into eld. Thus shall you answer Hokusah. You shall say to him that I have heard his words, and that I find them very good, and will walk along the path which he has made. Here before you I swear by the oath that may not be broken, the sacred oath calling down ruin upon my head should I break one word of it, that if by his aid I succeed in this great venture I will pay him the price he asks. After myself, the king, he shall be the greatest man among the people, he shall be general of the armies, he shall be captain of the council and head of the doctors, and to him shall be given half the cattle of Nodwingo. Also into his hand I will deliver all those who cling to this faith of the Christians, and if it please him, he shall offer them as a sacrifice to his God. This I swear, and you, Noma, are witness to the oath, yet it may chance that after he, Hokusah, has gathered up all this pomp and greatness, he himself shall be gathered up by death, that harvest man whom soon or late will garner every ear. And he looked at her meaningly. It may be so, Prince, she answered, it may be so, he repeated, and when? When it is so then, Prince, we will talk together, but not till then. Nay, touch me not, for were he to command me, Hokusah has this power over me, that I must show him all that you have done, keeping nothing back. Let me go now to the place that is made ready for me, and afterwards you shall tell me again, and more fully, the words that I must say to Hokusah my husband. On the morrow Hefella held a secret council of his great man, and the next day an embassy departed to Nodwingo the king, taking to him that message which Hokusah, through Noma his wife, had put into the lips of the prince. Twenty days later the embassy returned, saying that it pleased the king to grant the prayer of his brother Hefella, and bringing with it the tidings that the white man, messenger, had fallen sick, and it was thought that he would die. So in due course the women and children of the people of Hefella started upon their journey towards the new land where it was given out that they should live, and with them went Noma, purposing to leave them as they drew near the gates of the great place of the king. A while after Hefella and his impies followed with carriers burying their fighting shields in bundles, and having their stabbing spears rolled up in mats. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of The Wizard by H. Ryder Haggard This Librivox recording is in the public domain. The Repentance of Hokusah Hokusah kept his promise. On the morrow of his first attendance there he was again to be seen in the chapel, and after the service was over he waited on Owen at his house, and listened to his private teaching. Day by day he appeared thus, till at length he became master of the whole doctrine of Christianity, and discovered that that which at first had struck him as childish and even monstrous, now presented itself to him in a new and very different light. The conversion of Hokusah came upon him through the gate of reason, not as is usual among savages, and some who are not savage, by that of the emotions. Given the position of the universe torn and groaning beneath the dual rule of good and evil, two powers of well-nigh equal potency, he found no great difficulty in accepting this tale of the self-sacrifice of the God of good, that he might ring the race he loved out of the conquering grasp of the God of ill. There was a simple majesty about this scheme of redemption which appealed to one side of his nature. Indeed, Hokusah felt that under certain conditions, and in a more limited fashion, he would have been capable of attempting as much himself. Once his reason was satisfied, the rest followed in a natural sequence. Within three weeks from the hour of his first attendance at the chapel, Hokusah was at heart a Christian. He was a Christian, although as yet he did not confess it, but he was also the most miserable man among the nation of the sons of fire. The iniquities of his past life had become abominable to him, but he had committed them in ignorance, and he understood that they were not beyond forgiveness. Yet high above them all towered one colossal crime which, as he believed, could never be pardoned to him in this world or the next. He was the treacherous murderer of the messenger of God. He was in the very act of silencing the voice that had proclaimed truth in the dark places of his soul and the dull ears of his countrymen. The deed was done. No power on earth could save his victim. Within a week from the day of eating that fatal fruit, Owen began to sicken. Then the dysentery had seized him which slowly but surely was wasting out his life. Yet he the murderer was helpless, for with this form of the disease no medicine could cope. With agony in his heart, and agony that was shared by thousands of the people, Hokusah watched the decrease of the white man's strength, and reckoned the days that would elapse before the end. Having such sin as thus upon his soul, though Owen entreated him earnestly, he would not permit himself to be baptized. Twice he went near to consenting, but on each occasion an ominous and terrible incident drove him from the door of mercy. Once, when the words I will were almost on his lips, a woman broke in upon their conference bearing a dying boy in her arms. Save him! she implored. Save him, messenger, for he is my only son! Owen looked at him and shook his head. How came he like this? he asked. I know not, messenger, but he has been sick ever since he ate of a certain fruit which you gave to him. And she recalled to his mind the incident of the throwing of a fruit to the child which she had witnessed. I remember, said Owen, it is strange, but I also have been sick from the day that I ate of those fruits. Yes, and you, Hokusah, warned me against them. Then he blessed the boy and prayed over him till he died. But when afterwards he looked round for Hokusah it was to find that he had gone. Some eight days later, having to a certain extent recovered from this shock, Hokusah went one morning to Owen's house and talked to him. Messenger, he said, is it necessary to baptism that I should confess all my sins to you? If so, I can never be baptized, for there is wickedness upon my hands which I am unable to tell into the ear of living man. Owen thought and answered, It is necessary that you should repent all of your sins, and that you should confess them to heaven. It is not necessary that you should confess them to me, who am but a man like yourself. Then I will be baptized, said Hokusah, with a sigh of relief. At this moment, as it chanced, their interview was again interrupted, for runners came from the king requesting the immediate presence of the Messenger, if he were well enough to attend, upon a matter connected with the trial of a woman for murder. Thinking that he might be of service, Owen, leaning on the shoulder of Hokusah, for already he was too weak to walk far, crept to the litter which was waiting for him, and was born to the place of judgment that was before the house of the king. Hokusah followed, more from curiosity than for any other reason, for he had heard of no murder being committed, and his old desire to be acquainted with everything that passed was still strong on him. The people made way for him, and he seated himself in the first line of spectators, immediately opposite to the king and three other captains who were judges in the case. So soon as Owen had joined the judges, the prisoner was brought before them, and to his secret horror, Hokusah recognized in her that woman to whom he had given the poison in exchange for the basket of fruit. Now it seemed to Hokusah that his doom was on him, for she would certainly confess that she had the drug from him. He thought of flight, only to reject the thought, for to fly would be to acknowledge himself an accessory. No, he would brazen it out, for after all his word was as good as hers. With the prisoner came an accuser, her husband, who seemed sick, and he it was who opened the case against her. This woman, he said, was my wife. I divorced her for barrenness, as I have a right to do according to our ancient law, and I took another woman to wife, her half-sister. This woman was jealous. She plagued me continually, and insulted her sister, so that I was forced to drive her away. After that she came to my house, and though they said nothing of it at the time, she was seen by two servants of mine to sprinkle something in the bowl wherein our food was cooking. Subsequently, my wife, this woman's half-sister, was taken ill with dysentery. I also was taken ill with dysentery, but I still live to tell this story before you, O King, and your judges, though I know not for how long I live. My wife died yesterday, and I buried her this morning. I accused the woman of having murdered her, either by witchcraft or by means of a medicine which she sprinkled on the food, or by both. I have spoken. Have you anything to say? asked the king of the prisoner. Are you guilty of the crime, whereof this man, who was your husband, charges you, or does he lie? Then the woman answered in a low and broken voice. I am guilty, King. Listen to my story. And she told it all, as she told it to Hokusah. I am guilty, she added, and may the great man in the sky, of whom the messenger has taught us, forgive me. My sister's blood is upon my hands, and for all I know the blood of my husband Yonder will also be on my hands. I seek no mercy. Indeed it is better that I should die. But I would say this in self-defense, that I did not think to kill my sister. I believed that I was giving to her a potion, which would cause her husband to hate her, and no more. Here she looked round, and her eyes met those of Hokusah. Who told you that this was so? asked one of the judges. A witch doctor, she answered, from whom I bought the medicine in the old days, long ago, when Umsuka was king. Hokusah gasped. Why should this woman have spared him? No further question was asked of her. And the judges consulted together. At length the king spoke. Woman, he said, you are condemned to die. You will be taken to the doomed tree, and there be hanged. Out of those who are assembled to try you, too, the messenger and myself, have given their vote in favor of mercy. But the majority think otherwise. They say that a law has been passed against murder by means of witchcraft, and secret medicine, and that should we let you go free, the people will make a mock of that law. So be it. Go in peace. Tomorrow you must die, and may forgiveness await you elsewhere. I ask nothing else, said the woman. It is best that I should die. Then they led her away. As she passed Hokusah, she turned and looked him full in the eyes, till he dropped his head abashed. Next morning she was executed, and he learned that her last words were, Let it come to the ears of him who sold me the poison, telling me that it was but a harmless drug, that as I hope to be forgiven, so I forgive him, believing that my silence may win for him time for repentance, before he follows on the road I tread. Now when Hokusah heard these words he shut himself up in his house for three days, giving out that he was sick. Nor would he go near to Owen, being altogether without hope, and not believing that baptism or any other right could avail to purge such crimes as his. Truly his sin had found him out, and the burden of it was intolerable. So intolerable did it become, that at length he determined to be done with it. He could live no more. He would die, and by his own hand, before he was called upon to witness the death of the man whom he had murdered. To this end he made his preparations. For Noma he left no message, for though his heart still hungered after her, he knew well that she hated him, and would rejoice at his death. When all was ready he sat down to think a while, and as he thought a man entered his hut, saying that the messenger desired to see him. At first he was minded not to go. Then it occurred to him that it would be well if he could die with a clean heart. Why should he not tell all to the white man, and before he could be delivered up to justice, take that poison which he had prepared? It was impossible that he should be forgiven, yet he desired that his victim should learn how deep was his sorrow and repentance before he proved it by preceding him to death. So he rose and went. He found Owen in his house, lying in a rude chair and propped up by pillows of bark. Now he was wasted almost to a shadow, and in the pale-pinched face his dark eyes, always large and spiritual, shone with unnatural luster, while his delicate hands were so thin that when he held them up in blessing the light showed through them. Welcome, friend, he said. Tell me, why have you deserted me of late? Have you been ill? No messenger, answered Hokusah. That is, not in my body. I have been sick at heart, and therefore I have not come. What, Hokusah, do your doubts still torment you? I thought that my prayers had been heard, and that power had been given me to set them at rest forever. Man, let me hear the trouble, and swiftly, for cannot you who are a doctor see that I shall not be here for long to talk with you? My days are numbered, Hokusah, and my work is almost done. I know it, answered Hokusah, and messenger, my days are also numbered. How is this, asked Owen, seeing that you are well and strong? Does an enemy put you in danger of your life? Yes, messenger, and I myself am that enemy, for today I, who am no longer fit to live, must die by my own hand. Nay, listen, and you will say that I do well. For before I go, I would tell you all. Messenger, you are doomed, are you not? Well, it was I who doomed you. That fruit which you ate a while ago was poisoned, and by my hand, for I am a master of such arts. From the beginning I hated you, as well I might, for had you not worsted me, and torn power from my grasp, and placed the people and the king under the rule of another God. Therefore, when all else failed, I determined to murder you, and I did the deed by means of that woman, who not long ago was hung for the killing of her sister, though in truth she was innocent. And he told him what had passed between him and the woman, and told him also of the plot which he had hatched to kill Nodwingo and the Christians, and to set Hefella on the throne. She was innocent, he went on, but I am guilty. How guilty, you and I know alone! Do you remember that day when you ate the fruit, how after it I accompanied you to the church yonder and listened to your preaching? Your sin shall find you out, you said, and of a surety mine has found me out. For messenger it came about that in listening to you then and afterwards I grew to love you, and to believe the words you taught, and therefore am I of all men the most miserable, and therefore must I, who have been great and the counselor of kings, perish miserably by the death of a dog. Now curse me, and let me go. When Owen heard that it was Hocosa who had poisoned him, he groaned and hid his face in his hands, and thus he remained till the evil tale was finished. Now he lifted his head and spoke, but not to Hocosa. O God! he said, I thank thee that at the cost of my poor life, thou hast been pleased to lead this sinner towards the gate of righteousness, and to the gate of righteousness pleased to lead this sinner towards the gate of righteousness, and to save alive those whom thou hast sent me to gather to thy fold. Then he looked at Hocosa and said, Unhappy man, is not your cup full enough of crime, and have you not sufficiently tempted the mercy of heaven that you would add to all your evil deeds that of self-murder? It is better to die today by my own hand, answered Hocosa, than to-morrow, among the mockery of the people, to fall victim to your vengeance, messenger. Vengeance? Did I speak to you of vengeance? Who am I that I should take vengeance upon one who has repented? Hocosa, freely do I forgive you all, even as in some few days I hope to be forgiven. Freely and fully from my heart do I forgive you, nor shall my lips tell one word of the sin that you have worked against me. Now when Hocosa heard those words, for a moment he stared stupefied. Then he fell down upon his knees before Owen, and bowing his head till it touched the teacher's feet, he burst into bitter weeping. Rise and harken, said Owen gently. Weep not, because I have shown kindness to you, for that is my duty, and no more. But for your sins in your own heart, weep now and forever. Yet for your comfort I tell you that if you do this, of assurity they shall be forgiven to you. Hocosa, you have indeed lost that which you loved, and henceforth you must follow after that which you did not desire. In the very grave of error you have found truth, and from the depths of sin you shall pluck righteousness. I, that cross which you deemed accursed, shall lift you up on high, for by it you shall be saved. Hocosa heard and shivered. Who set those words between your lips, messenger? he whispered. Who set them, Hocosa? Nay, I know not, or rather I know well. He set them who teaches us to speak all things that are good. It must be so indeed, replied Hocosa. Yet I have heard them before. I have heard them from the lips of the dead, and with them went this command, that when they fell upon my ears again, I should take them for a sign, and let my heart be turned. Tell me that tale, said Owen. So he told him, and this time it was the white man who trembled. Horrible has been your witchcraft, O son of darkness, said Owen, when he had finished. Yet it would seem that it was permitted to you to find truth in the pit of sorcery. Obey! Obey and let your heart be turned. The dead told you that you should be set high above the nation and its king, and that saying I cannot read, though it may be fulfilled in some fashion of which today you do not think. At the least the other saying is true, that in the end comes judgment, and that there shall the sin and the atonement strive together. Therefore for judgment prepare yourself, and now depart. For I must talk with the king as to this matter of the onslaught of Huffella. Then that will be the signal for my death. For what king can forgive one who has plotted such treachery against him? said Hocosa. Fear not, answered Owen. I will soften his heart. Go you into the church and pray, for there you shall be less tempted. But before you go swear to me that you will work no evil on yourself. I swear it, messenger, since now I desire to live, if only for a while, seeing that death shuts every door. Then he went to the church and waited there. An hour later he was summoned, and found the king seated with Owen. Man, said Nodwingdo, I am told by the messenger here, that you have knowledge of a plot which my brother the Prince of Fella has made, to fall treacherously upon me, and put me and my people to the spear. How you come to be acquainted with the plot, and what part you have played in it, I will not now inquire, for so much I have promised to the messenger. Yet I warn you, it will be well that you should tell me all you know, and that should you lie to me, or attempt to deceive me, then you shall surely die. King, hear all the truth, answered Hocosa in a voice of desperate calm. I have knowledge of the plot, for it was I who wove it. But whether or not Huffella will carry it out altogether, I cannot say. For as yet no word has reached me from him. King, this was the plan that I made. And he told him everything. It is fortunate for you, Hocosa, said Nodwingdo grimly when he had finished, that I gave my word to the messenger that no harm should come to you, seeing that you have repented and confessed. This is certain, that Huffella has listened to your evil counsels, for I gave my consent to his flight from this land with all his people, and already his women and children have crossed the mountain path in thousands. Well, this I swear, that their feet shall tread it no more. For where they are, thither he shall go to join them, should he chance to live to do so. Hocosa, be gone, and know that day and night you will be watched. Should you so much as dare to approach one of the gates of the great place, that moment you shall die. Have no fear, O King, said Hocosa humbly, for I have emptied all my heart before you. The past is the past, and cannot be recalled. For the future, while it pleases you to spare me, I am the most loyal of your servants. Can a man empty a spring with a pitcher? asked the King contemptuously. By tomorrow this heart of yours may be full again with the blackest treachery. O master of sin and lies! Many months ago I spared you at the prayer of the messenger, and now at his prayer I spare you again. Yet in doing so I think that I am foolish. Nay, I will answer for him, broken Owen. Let him stay here with me, and set your guard without my gates. How do I know that he will not murder you, friend? asked the King. This man is a snake whom few can nurse with safety. He will not murder me, said Owen, smiling, because his heart has turned from evil to good. Also there is little need to murder a dying man. Nay, speak not so, said the King hastily, and ask for this man, be it as you will. Come, I must take counsel with my captains, for our danger is near and great. So it came about that Hokusah stayed in the house of Owen. On the morrow the great place was full of the bustle of preparation, and by dawn of the following day an impie of some seventeen thousand spears had started to ambush Hefella and his force in a certain wooded defile, through which he must pass on his way to the mountain pass where his women and children were gathered. The army was not large, at least in the eyes of the people of fire, who before the death of Umsuka and the breakup of the nation counted their warriors by tens of thousands. But after those events the most of the regiments had deserted to Hefella, leaving to Nodwingo not more than two and twenty thousand spears upon which he could rely. Of these he kept less than a third to defend the great place against possible attacks, and all the rest he sent to fall upon Hefella far away, hoping there to make an end of him once and for all. This counsel the King took against the better judgment of many of his captains, and, as the issue proved, it was mistaken. When Owen told Hukosa of it, that old general shrugged his shoulders. The King would have done better to keep his regiments at home, he said, and fight it out with Hefella here, where he is well prepared. Yonder, the country is very wide and broken, and it may well chance that the impie will miss that of Hefella. And then how can the King defend this place with a handful, should the Prince burst upon him at the head of forty thousand men? But who am I that I should give counsel for which none seek? As God wills, so shall it befall, answered Owen wearily, but, oh, the thought of all this bloodshed breaks my heart. I trust that its beatings may be stilled before my eyes behold the evil hour. On the evening of that day Hukosa was baptized. The ceremony took place not in the church, for Owen was too weak to go there, but in the largest room of his house, and before some few witnesses chosen from the congregation. Even as he was being signed with the sign of the cross, a strange and familiar attraction caused the convert to look up, and behold before him, watching all with mocking eyes, stood Noma, his wife. At length the rite was finished, and the little audience melted away. All saved Noma, who stood silent and beautiful as a statue, the light of mockery still gleaming in her eyes. Then she spoke, saying, I greet you, husband. I have returned from doing your business afar, and if this foolishness is finished, and the white man can spare you, I would talk with you alone. I greet you, wife, answered Hukosa. Say out your say, for none or present save us three, and from the messenger here I have no secrets. What husband? None. Do you ever talk to him of certain fruit that you ripened in a garden yonder? From the messenger I have no secrets, repeated Hukosa, in a heavy voice. Then his heart must be full of them indeed, and it is little wonder that he seems sick, replied Noma, gybing. Tell me, Hukosa, is it true that you have become a Christian, or would you but fool the white man in his following? It is true. At the words her graceful shape was shaken with a little gust of silent laughter. The wizard has turned saint, she said. Well then, what of the wizard's wife? You were my wife before I became Christian. If the messenger permits it, you can still abide with me. If the messenger permits it, so you have come to this, Hukosa, that you must ask the leave of another man as to whether or no you should keep your own wife. There is no other thing that I could not have thought of you, but this I would never have believed had I not heard it from your lips. Say now, do you still love me, Hukosa? You know well that I love you, now and always, he answered, in a voice that sounded like a groan. As you know that for love of you I have done many sins, from which otherwise I should have turned aside. Grieve not over them, Hukosa. After all, in such account as yours they will make but little show. Well, if you love me, I hate you, though through your witchcraft your will yet has the mastery of mine. I demand of you now that you should loose that bond, for I do not desire to become a Christian, and surely, O most good and holy man, having one wife already, it will not please you henceforth to live in sin with a heathen woman. Now, Hukosa turned to Owen. In the old days, he said, I could have answered her, but now I am fallen or raised up. At the least I am changed and cannot. O Prophet of Heaven, tell me what I should do. Sever the bond that you have upon her, and let her go, answered Owen. This love of yours is unnatural, unholy and born of witchcraft. Have done with it, or, if you cannot, at the least deny it. For such a woman, a woman who hates you, can work you no good. Moreover, since she is a second wife, you being a Christian are bound to free her, should she so desire. She can work me no good, messenger, that I know. But I know also that while she struggles in the net of my will, she can work me no evil. If I lose the net, and the fish swims free, it may be otherwise. Loose it, answered Owen, and leave the rest to Providence. Henceforth, Hukosa, do right, and take no thought for the morrow, for the morrow is with God, and what he decrees that shall befall. I hear you, said Hukosa, and I obey. For a while he rocked himself to and fro, staring at the ground. Then he lifted his head and spoke. Woman, he said, the knot is untied, and the spell is broken. Be gone, for I release you, and I divorce you. Flesh of my flesh have you been, and soul of my soul, for in the web of sorceries are we knit together. Yet be warned, and presume not too far, for remember that which I have laid down I can take up, and that should I choose to command, you must still obey. Farewell, you are free. Noma heard, and with a sigh of ecstasy she sprang into the air as a slave might do, from whom the fetters have been struck off. I, she cried, I am free, I feel it in my blood. I, who have lain in bondage, and the voice of freedom speaks in my heart, and the breath of freedom blows in my nostrils. I am free from you, O dark and accursed man, but herein lies my triumph and revenge. You are not free from me, in obedience to that white fool whom you have murdered you have loosed me, but you I will not loose, and could not if I would. Listen now, Hukosa, you love me, do you not? Next to this new creed of yours I am most of all to you. Well, since you have divorced me, I will tell you, I go straight to another man. Now look your last on me, for you love me, do you not? And she slipped the mantle from her shoulders, and except for her girdle stood before him naked, and smiled. Well, she went on, resuming her robe, the last words of those we love are always dear to us. Therefore, Hukosa, you who were my husband, I leave mine with you. You are a coward and a traitor, and your doom shall be that of a coward and a traitor. For my sake you betrayed Umsuka, your king and benefactor. For your own sake you betrayed Nodwingo, who spared you. And now for the sake of your miserable soul, you have betrayed Hofella to Nodwingo. Nay, I know the tale, do not answer me, but the end of it, ah, that is yet to learn. Lie there, snake, and lick the hand that you have bitten. But I, the bird whom you have loosed, I fly afar, taking your heart with me. And suddenly she turned and was gone. Presently Hukosa spoke in a thick voice. Messenger, he said, this cross that you have given me to bear is heavy indeed. Yes, Hukosa, answered Owen, for to it your sins are nailed. Once she was outside of Owen's house, Noma did not tarry. First she returned to Hukosa's crawl, where she had already learned from his headwife, Zenty, and others, the news of his betrayal of the plot of Hofella, of his conversion to the faith of the Christians, and of the march of the impi to ambush the prince. Here she took a little spear, and rolling up in a skin blanket as much dried meat as she could carry, she slipped unnoticed from the crawl. Her object was to escape from the great place, but this she did not try to do by any of the gates, knowing them to be guarded. Some months ago, before she started on her embassy, she had noted a weak spot in the fence, where dogs had torn a hole through which they passed out to hunt at night. To this spot she made her way under cover of the darkness. For those she still greatly feared to be alone at night, her pressing need conquered her fears, and found that the hole was yet there, for a tall weed growing in its mouth had caused it to be overlooked by those whose duty it was to mend the fence. With her ass a guy, she widened it a little, then drew her life shape through it, and lying hidden till the guard had passed, climbed the two stone walls beyond. Once she was free of the town, she set her course by the stars, and started forward at a steady run. If my strength holds, I shall yet be in time to warn him, she muttered to herself. Ah, friend Hakosa, this new madness of yours has blunted your wits, that once were sharp enough. You have set me free, and now you shall learn how I can use my freedom. Not for nothing have I been your pupil, Hakosa the Fox. Before the dawn broke, Noma was thirty miles from the great place, and before the next dawn she was a hundred. At sunset on that second day she stood among mountains. To her right stretched a great defile, a rugged place of rocks and bush, wherein she knew that the regiments of the king were hidden ambush. Perchance she was too late. Perchance the impie of Hafella had already passed to its doom in yonder gorge. Swiftly she ran forward onto the trail which led to the gorge, to find that it had been trodden by many feet, and recently. Moving too in froes she searched the spore with her eyes, then rose with a sigh of joy. It was old, and marked the passage of the great company of women and children, and their thousands of cattle, which, in execution of the plot, had traveled this path some days before. Either the impie had not yet arrived, or it had gone by some other road. Weary as she was, Noma followed the old spore backwards. A mile or more away it crossed the crest of a hog-backed mountain, from whose summits she searched the plain beyond, and not in vain, for there, far beneath her, twinkled the watch-fires of the army of Hafella. Three hours later a woman, foot sore and utterly exhausted, staggered into the camp, and waving aside the spears that were lifted to stab her, demanded to be led to the Prince. Presently she was there. Who is this woman? asked the great warrior. For, haggard as she was with travel, exhaustion, and the terror of her haunted loneliness, he did not know her in the uncertain firelight. Hafella, she said, I am Noma who was the wife of Hokusah, and for whole nights and days I have journeyed as no woman ever journeyed before, to tell you of the treachery of Hokusah, and to save you from your doom. What treachery, and what doom? asked the Prince. Before I answer you that question, Hafella, you must pay me the price of my news. Let me hear the price, Noma. It is this, Prince, first the head of Hokusah who has divorced me when you have caught him. That I promise readily. What more? Secondly, the place of your chief wife today, and a week hence when I shall have made you king, the name and state of queen of the people of fire with all that hangs there too. You are ambitious woman, and know well how to drive a bargain. Well, if you can ask, I can give. For I have ever loved you, and your mind is great as your body is beautiful. If through your help I should become king of the people of fire, you shall be their queen. I swear it by the spirits of my fathers, and by my own head. And now your tidings. These are they, Hafella. Hokusah has turned Christian, and betrayed the plot to Nodwingo, and the great gourd jaunder, but three hours march away, is ambushed. Tomorrow you and your people would have been cut off there, had I not run so fast and far to warn you. After which the impies of Nodwingo were commanded to follow your women, and cattle over the mountain pass, and capture them. This is news indeed, said the prince. Say now, how many regiments are hidden in the gorge? Eight. Well, I have fourteen. So being warned there is little to fear. I will catch these rats in their own hole. I have a better plan, said Noma. It is this. Leave six regiments posted upon the brow of yonder hill, and let them stay there. Then when the generals of Nodwingo see that they do not enter the gorge, they will believe that the ambush is discovered, and after waiting one day, or perhaps two, will move out to give battle, thinking that before them is all your strength. But command your regiments to run, and not to fight, drawing the army of Nodwingo after them. Meanwhile, yes, this very night, you yourself, with all the men that are left to you, must march upon the great place, which, though it be strong, can be stormed. For it is defended by less than five thousand soldiers. There, having taken it, you shall slay Nodwingo, proclaiming yourself king, and afterwards, by the help of the impi that you leave here, which will march onward to your succor, you can deal with yonder army. A great scheme truly, said Hafella in admiration, but how do I know whether all this tale is true, or whether you do but set a snare for me? Bid scouts go out and creep into yonder gully, answered Noma, and you will see whether or no I have spoken falsely. For the rest I am in your hands, and if I lie, you can take my life in payment. If I march upon the great place, it must be at midnight when none can see me go, said Hafella. And what will you do then, Noma, who are too weary to travel again so soon? I will be born in a litter till my strength comes back to me, she answered, and now give me to eat, and let me rest while I may. Five hours later, Hafella, with the most of his army, a force of something over 20,000 men, was journeying swiftly but by a circuitous route towards the great place of the king. On the crest of the hill facing the gorge, as Noma had suggested, he left six regiments with instructions to fly before Nodwingo's generals, and when they had led them far enough to follow him as swiftly as they were able. These orders, or rather the first part of them, they carried out. For as it chanced after two days' flight, the king's soldiers got behind them by a night march, and falling on them at dawn killed half of them and dispersed the rest. Then it was that Nodwingo's generals learned for the first time that they were following one wing of Hafella's army only, while the main body was striking at the heart of the kingdom, and turned their faces homeward in fear and haste. On the morning after the flight of Noma, Owen passed into the last stage of his sickness, and it became evident both to himself and to those who watched him that at the most he could not live for more than a few days. For his part he accepted his doom joyfully, spending the time which was left to him in writing letters that were to be forwarded to England whenever an opportunity should arise. Also he sat down on paper a statement of the principal events of his strange mission, and other information for the guidance of his white successors, who by now should be drawing near to the land of the Amasuka. In the intervals of these last labours, from time to time he summoned the king and the wisest and trustiest of them whom he had baptised to his bedside, teaching them what they should do when he was gone, and exhorting them to cling to the faith. On the afternoon of the fourth day, from that of the baptism of Hokusah, he fell into a quiet sleep from which he did not wake until sundown. Am I still here? he asked, wondering of John and Hokusah who watched at his bedside. From my dreams I thought that it was otherwise. John, send a messenger to the king, and ask of him to assemble the people, all who care to come, in the open place before my house. I am about to die, and first I would speak with them. John went weeping upon his errand, leaving Owen and Hokusah alone. Tell me now what I should do, said Hokusah, in a voice of despair, seeing that it is I and no other who have brought this death upon you. Fret not, my brother, answered Owen, for this and other things you did in the days of your blindness, and it was permitted that you should do them to an end. Kneel down now, that I may absolve you from your sins before I pass away. For I tell you, Hokusah, I believe that ere many days are over, you must walk on the same path which I travel to-night. Is it so? Hokusah answered. Well, I am glad, for I have no longer any lust of life. Then he knelt down and received the absolution. Now John returned, and not when go with him, who told him that the people were gathering in hundreds according to his wish. Then clothe me in my robes, and let us go forth, he said, for I would speak my last words in the ears of men. So they put the surplice and hood upon his wasted form and went out, John preceding him, holding on high the ivory crucifix, while the king and Hokusah supported him, one on either side. Without his gates stood a low wooden platform, whence at times Owen had been accustomed to address any congregation larger than the church would contain. On this platform he took his seat. The moon was bright above him, and by it he could see that already his audience numbered some thousands of men, women, and children. The news had spread that the wonderful white man, messenger, wished to take his farewell of the nation, though even now many did not understand that he was dying, but imagined that he was about to leave the country, or, for ought they knew, to vanish from their side into heaven. For a moment Owen looked at the sea of dusky faces, then in the midst of an intense stillness he spoke in a voice low indeed, but clear and steady. My children, he said, hear my last words to you. More than three years ago, in a far, far land, and upon such a night as this, a voice spoke to me, from above commanding me to seek you out, to turn you from your idolatry, and to lighten your darkness. I listened to the voice, and hither I journeyed across sea and land, though how this thing might be done I could not guess. But to him who sent me, all things are possible. And while yet I lingered upon the threshold of your country, in a dream were revealed to me events that were to come. So I appeared before you boldly, and knowing that he had been poisoned, and that I could cure him, I drew back your king from the mouth of death, and you said to yourselves, behold, a wizard indeed, let us hear him. Then I gave battle to your sorcerers yonder upon the plain, and from the foot of the cross I teach the lightnings were rolled back upon them, and they were not. Look now, their chief stands at my side, among my disciples one of the foremost and most faithful. Afterwards troubles arose. Your king died a Christian, and many of the people fell away, but still a remnant remained, and he who became king was converted to the truth. Now I have sown the seed, and the corn is ripe before my eyes, but it is not permitted that I should reap the harvest. My work is ended, my task is done, and I the messenger return to make report to him who sent the message. Hear me yet a little while, for soon shall my voice be silent. I come not to bring peace but a sword. So said the master whom I preach, and so say I, the most unworthy of his servants. Salvation cannot be bought at a little price. It must be paid for by the blood and griefs of men, and in blood and griefs you must pay, O my children. Through much tribulation must you also enter the kingdom of God. Even now the heathen is at your gates, and many of you shall perish on his spears, but I tell you that he shall not conquer. Be faithful, cling to the cross, and do not dare to doubt your Lord, for he will be your captain, and you shall be his people. Cleave to your king, for he is good, and in the day of trial listen to the counsel of this Hokusah, who once was the first of evildoers, for with him goes my spirit, and he is my son in the spirit. My children, fare you well, forget me not, for I have loved you, or if you will, forget me, but remember my teaching, and hearken to those who shall tread upon the path I made. The peace of God be with you, the blessing of God be upon you, and the salvation of God await you, as it awaits me to-night. Friends, lead me hence to die. They turned to him, but before their hands touched him, Thomas Owen fell forward upon the breast of Hokusah, and lay there awhile. Then suddenly for the last time he lifted himself and cried out, I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, and not to me only, but to all those who love his appearing. Then his head fell back, his dark eyes closed, and the messenger was dead. Hokusah, the man who had murdered him, having lifted him up to show him to the people, amidst a sound of mighty weeping, took the body in his arms, and bore it thence to make it ready for burial. On the morrow at sundown, all that remained of Thomas Owen was laid to rest before the altar of the little church, nodwingo the king and Hokusah lowering him into the grave, while John, his first disciple, read over him the burial service of the Christians, which it had been one of the dead man's last labors to translate into the language of the Amasuka. Before the ceremony was finished, a soldier, carrying a spear in his hand, pushed his way through the dense and weeping crowd, and having saluted, whispered something into the ear of the king. Nodwingo started, and with the last look of farewell at the face of his friend, left the chapel, accompanied by some of his generals who were present, muttering to Hokusah that he was to follow when all was done. Accordingly, some few minutes later, he went and was admitted into the council hut, where captains and messengers were to be seen arriving and departing continuously. Hokusah, said the king, you have dealt treacherously with me in the past, but I believe now that your heart is true. At the least I follow the commands of our dead master and trust you. Listen, the outposts have sided an impie of many regiments, advancing towards the great place. Though whether or no it be my own impie returning victorious from the war with my brother, I cannot say. There is this against it, however, that a messenger has but just arrived, reporting that the generals have perceived the host of Huffella encamped upon a ridge over against the gorge where they awaited him. If that be so, they can scarcely have given him battle, for the messenger is swift afoot, and has traveled night and day. Yet how can this be the impie of Huffella, who, say the generals, is encamped upon the ridge? He may have left the ridge, king, having been warned of the ambush. It cannot be, for when the runner started, his fires burned there, and his soldiers were gathered round them. Then perhaps his captains sit upon the ridge with some portion of his strength, to deceive those who await him in the gorge. While, knowing that here men are few, he himself swoops down on you with the main body of his impie. At least we shall learn presently, answered the king. But if it be as I fear, and we are outwitted, what is there that we can do against so many? Now one of the captains proposed that they should stay where they were, and hold the place. It is too large, answered the king. They will burst the fences, and break our line. Another suggested that they should fly, and, avoiding the regiments of Huffella in the darkness of the night, should travel swiftly in search of the main army that had been sent to lie in ambush. What, said Nodwingo, leaving the aged and the women and children to perish? For how can we take such a multitude? No, I will have none of this plan. Then Hokusah spoke. King, he said, listen to my counsel, command now that all the women and the old men, taking with them such cattle and food as are in the town, depart at once into the valley of death, and collect in the open space that lies beyond the tree of doom, near the spring of water that is there. The valley is narrow, and the cliffs are steep, and it may chance that by the help of heaven we shall be able to hold it till the army returns to relieve us, to seek which messengers must be sent at once with these tidings. The plan is good, said the king, though none had thought of it, but so we shall lose the town. Towns can be rebuilt, answered Hokusah, but who may restore the lives of men? As the words left his lips, a runner burst into the council, crying, King, the impi is that of Huffella, and the prince heads it in person. Already his outposts rest upon the plain of fire. Then Nodwingo rose and issued his orders, commanding that all the ineffective population of the town, together with such food and cattle as could be gathered, should retreat at once into the valley of death. By this time the four or five thousand soldiers who were left in the great place had been paraded on the open ground in front of the king's house, where they stood still and silent in the moonlight. Nodwingo and the captains went out to them, and as they saw him come they lifted their spears like one man, giving him the royal salute of King! He held up his hand and addressed them. Soldiers, he said, we have been outwitted, my impi is afar, and that of Huffella is at our gates. Yonder in the valley, though we be few, we can defend ourselves till succour reaches us, which already messengers have gone out to seek. But first we must give time for the women and children, the sick and the aged, to withdraw with food and cattle, and this we can do in one way only, by keeping Huffella at bay till they have passed the archway, all of them. Now, soldiers, for the sake of your own lives, of your honour and of those you love, swear to me in the holy name which we have been taught to worship, that you will fight out this great fight without fear or faltering. We swear it in the holy name, and by your head, King! roared the regiments. Then victory is already ours, answered Nodwingo. Follow me, children of fire! And shaking his great spear, he led the way towards that portion of the outer fence upon which Huffella was advancing. By now the town behind them was a scene of almost indescribable tumult and confusion, for the companies detailed to the task were clearing the numberless huts of their occupants, and collecting women, children, and oxen in thousands, preparatory to driving them into the defile. Panic had seized many of these poor creatures, who, in imagination, already saw themselves impaled upon the cruel spears of Huffella's troops, and indeed, in not a few instances, believed those who were urging them forward to be the enemy. Women shrieked and rung their hands. Children wailed piteously, oxen load, and the infirm and aged vented their grief in groans and cries to heaven, or their ancient god, for mercy. In truth, so difficult was the task of marshalling this motley array at night, numbering as it did ten or twelve thousand souls, that a full hour went by before the mob even began to move, slowly and uncertainly, towards the place of refuge, whereof the opening was so narrow that but a few of them could pass it at a time. Meanwhile, Huffella was developing the attack. Forming his great army into the shape of a wedge, he raised his battle cry, and rushed down on the first line of fortifications, which he stormed without difficulty, for they were defended by a few skirmishers only. Next he attacked the second line, and carried it after heavy fighting, then hurled himself upon the weakest point of the main fence of the vast crawl. Here it was that the fray began in earnest, for here Nodwingo was waiting for him. Thrice the thousands rolled on in the face of a storm of spears, and Thrice they fell back from the wide fence of thorns and the wall of stone behind it. By now the battle had raged for about an hour and a half, and it was reported to the king that the first of the women and children had passed the archway into the valley, and that nearly all of them were clear of the eastern gate of the town. Then it is time that we follow them, said the king, for if we wait here until the warriors of Hathela are among us, our retreat will become a rout, and soon there will be none left to follow. Let one company, and he named it, hold defense for a while to give us time to withdraw, taking the wounded with us. We hear you, king, said one of that company, but our captain is killed. Who among you will take over the command of these men, and hold the breach, asked Nodwingo of the group of officers about him? I, king, answered old Hokusah, lifting his spear, for I care not whether I live or die. Go to, boaster, cried another. Who among us cares whether he lives or dies when the king commands? That we shall know tomorrow, said Hokusah quietly, and the soldiers laughed at the retort. So be it, said the king, and while silently and swiftly he led off the regiments, keeping in the shadow of the huts, Hokusah and his hundred men posted themselves behind the weakened fence and wall. Now for the fourth time the attacking regiment came forward grimly, on this occasion led by the prince himself. As they drew near, Hokusah leapt upon the wall, and standing there in the bright moonlight where all could see him, he called to them to halt. Instinctively they obeyed him. Is it Hafele whom I see yonder? he asked. Ah, it is I, answered the prince. What would you with me, wizard and traitor? This only, Hafele, I would ask you what you seek here. That which you promised me, Hokusah, the crown of my father and certain other things. Then get you back, Hafele, for you shall never win them. Have I prophesied falsely to you at any time? Not so. Neither do I prophesy falsely now. Get you back whence you came, and your wolves with you. Else shall you bide here for ever. Do you dare to call down evil on me, wizard? shouted the prince furiously. Your wife is mine, and now I take your life also. And with all his strength he hurled at him the great spear he held. It hissed past Hokusah's head, touching his ear, but he never flinched from the steel. A poor cast, prince, he said, laughing. But so it must have been, for I am guarded by that which you cannot see. My wife you have, and she shall be your ruin. My life you may take, but ere it leaves me, Hafele, I shall see you dead, and your army scattered. The messenger is passed away, but his power has fallen upon me, and I speak the truth to you, oh prince and warriors, who are already dead. Now a shriek of dismay and fury rose from the hundreds who heard this prophecy of ill. For of Hokusah and his magic they were terribly afraid. Kill him! Kill the wizard! They shouted, and a rain of spears rushed towards him on the wall. They rushed towards him. They passed above, below, around, but of them all not one touched him. Did I not tell you that I was guarded by that which you cannot see? Hokusah asked contemptuously. Then slowly he descended from the wall, amidst a great silence. When men are scarce, the tongue must play apart. He explained to his companions, who stared at him, wondering, By now the king and those with him should have reached the eastern gate. Whereas had we fought at once, Hafele would be hard upon his heels, for we are few, and who can hold a buffalo with a rope of grass. Yet I think that I spoke the truth when I told him that the garment of the messenger has fallen upon my shoulders, and that death awaits him and his companions, as it awaits me also and many of us. Now friends, be ready. For the bull charges, and soon we must feel his horns. This at least is left to you, to die gloriously. While he was still speaking, the first files of the regiment rushed upon the fence, tearing aside the thorns with their hands till a passage was made through them. Then they sprang upon the wall, there to be met by the spears of Hokusah, and his men thrusting upward from beneath its shelter. Time after time they sprang, and time after time they fell back, dead or wounded. Till at last, dashing forward in one dense column, they poured over the stones as the rising tide pours over the rocks on the seashore, driving the defenders before them by the sheer weight of numbers. This game is played, cried Hokusah. Fly now to the eastern gate, for here we can do nothing more. So they fled, those who survived of them, and after them came the thousands of the foe, sacking and firing the deserted town as they advanced. Hokusah and his men, or rather the half of them, reached the gate and passed it in safety, barring it after them, and thereby delaying the attackers till they could burst their way through. Now hundreds of huts were afire, and the flames spread swiftly, lighting up the country far and wide. In the glare of them, Hokusah could see that already a full two-thirds of the crowd of fugitives had passed the narrow arch, while Nodwingo and the soldiers were drawn up in companies upon the steep and rocky slope that led to it, protecting their retreat. He advanced to the king and reported himself. So you have lived through it, said Nodwingo. I shall die when my hour comes, and not before, Hokusah answered. We did well yonder, and yet the most of us are alive to tell the tale, for I knew when and how to go. Be ready, king, for the foe press us close, and that mob behind us crawls onward like a snail. As he spoke, the pursuers broke through the fence and gate of the burning town, and once more the fight began. They had the advantage of numbers, but Nodwingo and his troops stood in a wide road upon higher ground, protected on either side by walls, and were more over-rested, not breathless and weary with travel like the men of Hafella. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way, Nodwingo was pushed back, and slowly the long ant-like line of women and sick and cattle crept through the opening in the rock, till at length all of them were gone. It is time, said Nodwingo, glancing behind him, for our arms grow weary. Then he gave orders, and company by company the defending force followed on the path of the fugitives, till at length amidst a roar of rage and disappointment the last of them vanished through the arch, Hokusah among them, and the place was blocked with stones, above which shone a hedge of spears. End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 of The Wizard by H. Rider Haggard This Librivox recording is in the public domain. Noma sets a snare. Thus ended the first night's battle, since for this time the enemy had fought enough. Nodwingo and his men had also had enough. For out of the five thousand of them some eleven hundred were killed or wounded. Yet they might not rest, for all that night assisted by the women they labored, building stone walls across the narrowest parts of the valley. Also the cattle, women and children were moved along the gorge, which in shape may be compared to a bottle with two necks, one at either end, and encamped in the opening of the second neck, where was the spring of water. This spot was chosen both because here alone water could be obtained, without which they could not hold out much more than a single day, and because the copy, whereon grew the strange-looking euphorbia, known as the Tree of Doom, afforded a natural rampart against attack. Shortly after dawn, while the soldiers were resting and eating of such food as could be procured, for the most part strips of raw or half-cooked meat cut from hastily killed cattle, the onslaught was renewed with vigor, a fella directing his efforts to the forcing of the natural archway. But strive as he would, this he could not do, for it was choked with stones and thorns and guarded by brave men. You do but waste your labor, Hafella, said Noma, who stood by him, watching the assault. What then is to be done? he asked, for unless we come at them, we cannot kill them. It was clever of them to take refuge in this hole. I thought surely that they would fight it out yonder, beneath the fences of the great place. Ah, she answered, you forgot that they had Hokusah on their side. Did you then think to catch him sleeping? This retreat was Hokusah's counsel. I learned it from the lips of that wounded captain before they killed him. Now it seems that there are but two paths to follow, and you can choose between them. The one is to send a regiment, a day and a half's journey, across the cliff-top, to guard the further mouth of the valley, and to wait till these jackals starve in their hole, for certainly they can never come out. It has started six hours since, said Hafella, and though the precipices are steep, having the moon to travel by, it should reach the river mouth of the valley before dawn tomorrow, cutting not Wingo off from the plains, if indeed he should dare to venture out upon them, which with so small a force he will not do. Yet this first plan of yours must fail, Noma, seeing that before they starve within, the generals of Nodwingo will be back upon us from the mountains, catching us between the hammer and the anvil, and I know not how that fight would go. Yet sooner or later it must be fought. Nay, he answered, for my hope is that should the impied return to find Nodwingo dead, they will surrender and acknowledge me as king who am the first of the blood royal. But what is your second plan? By way of answer, she pointed to the cliff above them. On the right hand side facing the archway was a flat ledge overhanging the valley at a height of about a hundred feet. If you can come yonder, she said, it will be easy to storm this gate, for there lie rocks in plenty, and men cannot fight when stones are dropping on their heads. But how can we come to that home of vultures, where never man has set a foot, look, the cliff above is sheer, no rock-rabbit could stand upon it. With her eye Noma measured the distance from the brink of the precipice to the broad ledge commanding the valley. Sixty paces, not more, she said. Well, yonder or oxen in plenty, and out of their hides ropes can be made, and out of ropes a ladder, down which men may pass, ten or even five would be enough. Well thought of, Noma, said Hefella. Hokusah told us last night that to him had passed the wisdom of the messenger. But if this be so, I think that to you has passed the guile of Hokusah. It seems to me that some of it abides with him, answered Noma, laughing. Then the prince gave orders, and with many workers of hides toiling at it, within two hours the ladder was ready. Its staves set twenty inches apart being formed of knob-carries, or the broken shafts of stabbing spears. Now they lowered it from the top of the precipice, so that its end rested upon the ledge, and down it came several men who swung upon its giddy length like spiders on a web. Reaching this great shelf in safety, and advancing to the edge of it, these men started a boulder, which, although as it chanced it hurt no one, fell in the midst of a group of the defenders, and bound it away through them. Now we must be going, said Hokusah, looking up, for no man can fight against rocks, and our spears cannot reach those birds. Had the army been taught the use of the bow, as I counseled in the past days, we might still have held the archway. But they called it a woman's weapon, and would have none of it. As he spoke another stone fell, crushing the life out of a man who stood next to him. Then they retreated to the first wall, which had been piled up during the night, where it was not possible to roll rocks upon them from the cliffs above. This wall, and others, reared at intervals behind it, they set to work to strengthen as much as they could, making the most of the time that was left to them before the enemy could clear the way, and march on to attack. Presently a fellow's men were through, and sweeping down upon them with a roar, thinking to carry the wall at a single rush, but in this they failed. Indeed it was only after an hour's hard fighting, and by the expedient of continually attacking the work with fresh companies that at length they stormed the wall. When Hokusah saw that he could no longer hold the place, but before the foe was upon him, he drew off his soldiers to the second wall, a quarter of a mile or more away, and here the fight began again. And so it went on for hour after hour, as one by one the fortifications were carried by the weight of numbers. For the attackers fought desperately under the eye of their prince, carrying nothing for the terrible loss they suffered in men. Twice the force of the defenders was changed by order of Nodwingo, fresh men being sent from the companies held in reserve to take the places of those who had borne the brunt of the battle. This indeed it was necessary to do, seeing that it was impossible to carry water to so many, and in that burning valley men could not fight for long a thirst. Only Hokusah stayed on, for they brought him drink and a gourd, and wherever the fray was fiercest there he was always, nor all those spears were reigned upon him by hundreds was he touched by one of them. At length as the night fell the king's men were driven back from their last skirm in the western half of the valley. Across the open space, back upon the copy, where stood the tree of doom. Here they stayed a while, till, overmatched and outworn, they were pushed from its rocks across the narrow stretch of broken ground into the shelter of the great stone skirm, or wall, that ran from side to side of the further neck of the valley, whereon thousands of women, and such men as could be spared, had been working incessantly during the past night and day. It was as he retreated among the last upon this wall that Hokusah caught sight of Noma for the first time since they parted in the house of the messenger. In the forefront of his troops directing the attack was Hefella the Prince, and at his side stood Noma, carrying in her hand a little shield and a spear. At this moment also she saw him, and called aloud to him, You have fought well, wizard, but to-morrow all your magic shall avail you nothing, for it will be your last day upon this earth. I, Noma, he answered, and yours also. Then, of a sudden, a company of the king's men rushed from the shelter of the wall upon the attackers, driving them back to the copy and killing several, so that in the confusion and gathering darkness Hokusah lost sight of her, though a man at his side declared that he saw her fall beneath the thrust of a Nasa guy. Thus ended the second day. Now, when the watch had been set, the king and his captains took counsel together, for their hearts were heavy. Listen, said Nodwingo, out of five thousand soldiers a thousand have been killed, and a thousand lie among us wounded, hark to the groaning of them. Also we have with us women and children and sick to the number of twelve thousand, and between us and those who would butcher them every one there stands but a single wall. Nor is this the worst of it. The spring cannot supply the once of so great a multitude in this hot place, and it is feared that presently the water will be done. What way shall we turn? If we surrender to Hefela, perhaps he will spare the lives of the women and children. But whatever he may promise, the most of us he will surely slay. If we fight and are defeated, then once his regiments are among us, all will be slain according to the ancient custom of our people. I have bethought me that we might retreat through the valley, but the river beyond is in flood. Also it is certain that before this multitude could reach it, the prince will have sent a force to cut us off while he himself harasses our rear. Now let him who has counsel speak. King, I have counsel, said Hokusah. What were the words that the messenger spoke to us before he died? Did he not say, even now the heathen is at your gates, and many of you shall perish on his spears, but I tell you that he shall not conquer? Did he not say, be faithful, cling to the cross, and do not dare to doubt your lord, for he will protect you and your children after you, and he will be your captain, and you shall be his people? Did he not bid you also to listen to my counsel? Then listen to it, for it is this. Your case seems desperate, but have no fear, and take no thought for the morrow, for all shall yet be well. Let us now pray to him that the messenger has revealed to us, and whom now he implores on our behalf in that place where he is to guide us and to save us, for then surely he will hearken to our prayer. So be it, said Nodwingo, and going out he stood upon a pillar of stone in the moonlight, and offered up his supplication in the hearing of the multitude. Meanwhile, those of the camp of Huffella were also taking counsel. They had fought bravely indeed, and carried the scances, but at great cost, since for every man that Nodwingo had lost, three of theirs had fallen. Moreover, they were in evil case with weariness and the want of water, as each drop they drank must be carried to them, from the great place in bags made of rawhide, which caused it to stink, for they had but few gourds with them. Now it is strange, said Huffella, that these men should fight so bravely, seeing that they are but a handful. There can be scarce three thousand of them left, and yet I doubt not that before we carry those last walls of theirs, as many of us or more will be done. I, and after they are done with, we must meet their great impi when it returns, and of what will befall us then, I scarcely like to think. Ill fortune will befall you while Hukosa lives, broken Noma. Had it not been for him, this trouble would have been done with by now. But he is a wizard, and by his wizardries he defeats us, and puts heart into Nodwingo and the warriors. You yourself have seen him this day defying us, not once, but many times, for upon his flesh steel has no power. I, and this is but the beginning of evil, for I am sure that he leads you into some deep trap where you shall perish everlastingly. Did he not himself declare that the power of that dead white worker of miracles has fallen upon him, and who can fight against magic? Who indeed? said Hefello humbly. For like all savages he was very superstitious, and moreover a sincere believer in Hukosa's supernatural capacities. This wizard is too strong for us. He is invulnerable, and as I know well he can read the secret thoughts of men, and can suck wisdom from the dead, while to his eyes the darkness is no blind. Nay, Hefello, answered Noma, there is one crack in his shield. Hear me. If we can but catch him, and hold him fast, we shall have no need to fear him more, and I think that I know how to bait the trap. How will you bait it? asked Hefello. Thus, midway between the copy and the wall behind which lie the men of the king stands a flat rock, and all about that rock are stretched the bodies of dead soldiers. Now this is my plan, that when next one of those dark storm clouds passes over the face of the moon, six of our strongest warriors should creep upon their bellies down this way and that, as though they were also numbered with the slain. This done, you shall dispatch a herald to call in the ears of the king that you desire to treat with him of peace. Then he will answer that if this be so, you can come beneath the walls of his camp, and your herald shall refuse, saying that you fear treachery. But he must add that if Nodwingo will bid Hokusah to advance alone to the flat rock, you will bid me Noma, whom none can fear, to do likewise, and that there we can talk in sight of both armies, and returning thence make report to you and to Nodwingo. Afterwards, so soon as Hokusah has set his foot upon the rock, those men who seem to be dead shall spring upon him and drag him to our camp, where we can deal with him. For once the wizard is taken, the cause of Nodwingo is lost. A good pitfall, said the prince, but will Hokusah walk into the trap? I think so, Hathela, for three reasons. He is altogether without fear. He will desire, if may be, to make peace on behalf of the king, and he has this strange weakness, that he still loves me, and will scarcely suffer an occasion of speaking with me to go past, although he has divorced me. So be it, said the prince, the game can be tried, and if it fails, why we lose nothing, whereas if it succeeds, we gain Hokusah, which is much. For with you I think that our arms will never prosper, while that accursed wizard sits yonder, weaving his spells against us, and bringing our men to death by hundreds and by thousands. Then he gave his orders, and presently, when a cloud passed over the face of the moon, six chosen men crept forward under the lee of the flat rock, and threw themselves down here and there amongst the dead. Soon the cloud passed, and the herald advanced across the open space, blowing a horn, and waving a branch in his hand, to show that he came upon a mission of peace.