Hendricks the Hunter Part 12

"If you become king of the country, you will wish to be friends with the English, as Panda is. Now it strikes me, the best way to show your friendly intentions is to treat well those who fall into your power. I hope therefore, after we have had some breakfast, that you will restore us our rifles and horses, and allow us to return to those who are waiting for us."

"Go back to your hut, and wait until I send for you!" answered Umbulazi, making a grimace from which Denis drew no favourable augury. He thought it wise to obey.

"What news?" asked Percy, as he entered.

"One certain piece of news is that Lionel got off safe; but what the chief intends doing with us is more than I can say. I hope he will send us some breakfast; if not, we must forage for ourselves. The fellows down there will soon have their meat cooked and their mealy cakes baked.

Before they have eaten them all up I will go down to one of the fires and claim a portion."

They waited for some time.

"I can stand this no longer!" cried Denis at last, and he got up intending to proceed to the nearest fire, when just as he crawled through the opening a Kaffir woman appeared carrying a basket on her head.

"The chief has sent you this," she said; "you are to eat it and be thankful; but he bids me tell you that if you attempt to run away you will be killed."

"We are much obliged to the chief," said Denis, as the girl placed the basket on the ground. "Tell him that we wish to remain friends, and that when he gives us permission we will bid him good-bye."

Denis, however, was too hungry to say more, and taking up the basket entered the hut. It contained a gourd of whey, some mealy cakes and cooked buffalo flesh.

"This isn't bad, after all," observed Denis as they fell to. "We have got Lionel's share as well as our own; however, we may stow that away in case we want it."

They had just finished their meal when their attention was attracted by a loud hubbub outside.

Denis crept out to ascertain the cause of the noise. Percy followed him, when they saw the whole Zulu army collected in two long lines, extending to the farther end of the valley. In the distance appeared one of the strangest figures imaginable. It was that, as the dress betokened, of a woman. Slowly she advanced up the centre, between the two lines of warriors, followed by a dozen men or more, carrying large s.h.i.+elds, against which they beat with their clubs, making a sound like that of drums. As she drew near it was seen that she was bedecked in the most curious fas.h.i.+on. Her nose was painted white, as was one of her eyelids, while the other was dyed with red earth. Her long hair was plastered together by a mixture of grease and clay blackened with charcoal. Round her neck were suspended coils of the entrails of animals stuffed with fat, while her hair was stuck over in all directions with the gall bladders of animals. Several dried snakes, a human skull, and the heads and claws of birds, hung suspended from her shoulders, besides which she wore a necklace made of human finger bones, and rings of the same description round her ankles, her only actual garment being a short kilt hanging from her waist. In her left hand she held a wand with long tails at its end, which she flourished vigorously above her head as she advanced with prancing steps up the valley. In her right she carried her magic rattle, which she shook violently, now on one side, now on the other. The men drew aside to let her pa.s.s and to avoid being struck either by her wand or rattle, evidently holding her in great awe. On she came, however, disregarding their terror, and showing no inclination to denounce any of them as evil-doers, the service wizards and enchantresses are generally employed in rendering to the governing powers. As she got near to Umbulazi, she increased the rapidity of her movements, springing forward in the most wonderful manner, now turning to one side, now to the other, and bounding high in the air, while the charms she wore rattled and b.u.mped against her body.

Umbulazi and the chiefs round him watched these proceedings with intense eagerness, wondering what she would next do. Presently her eye fell on Denis and Percy.

"I think we should be wise to get into our hut," exclaimed Percy. "I don't like the look of that hideous creature."

Before, however, they could do so she was up to them, and flouris.h.i.+ng her magical wand she struck them both on the shoulders. Although the blows did not hurt them, the effects were likely to prove disastrous.

In another instant she had bounded away, and was apparently about to retire between the lines of soldiers. She had not gone far, however, before Umbulazi shouted to her to return.

Almost directly she had delivered the blows, several of the Zulu warriors, chiefs and others, rushed with threatening gestures towards the two captives. Denis, who was well acquainted with the customs of the Zulus, fully expected that a cruel death was instantly to be their lot; but mustering all his courage, he put on as determined a look as he could a.s.sume.

"We're in for it, Percy," he said, "so you must be prepared for the worst; but I'll try what I can do with these abominable savages."

Then looking boldly at the surrounding chiefs he addressed them in an undaunted tone.

"What are ye about to do, my friends?" he asked. "Because that strange woman struck us, are we to be treated as if we had committed some crime or were your sworn enemies?"

But no reply was deigned; all the expostulations he could offer were without the slightest effect. He and Percy were dragged up to the hut of the chief, before whom the woman was standing. He had just put the important question for her to answer--whether if he went to war he should obtain success over his enemies.

"Success will attend those who are the bravest and most numerous. See yonder host spread out before you. Can you doubt, O Prince, that victory will be yours?" she replied, in a loud chanting tone.

Umbulazi looked highly pleased at this answer.

"You hear what the wise woman says?" he exclaimed, turning to his chiefs.

"We will fight, we will gain the victory," they shouted.

Denis and Percy were all this time watching the proceedings with the greatest anxiety, wondering what would happen to them.

"What would you have me do with these white boys?" asked the chief.

"They have come as spies into your camp. They are the sons of those who have often tried to dispossess you of your lands. Let them, before the sun sets, be pierced through with a.s.segais, and become as the dust of the earth."

"What does she say?" asked Percy, observing the expression of Denis's countenance.

"Something not very pleasant to us. She advises these fellows to kill us. But she has made a mistake, and not for the first time in her life; for she declares that we came into the camp to act as spies. Now the prince and the rest of the chiefs know perfectly well that we were brought in prisoners, and I should think they will have wit enough to see that she knows nothing about the matter."

From the remarks made by the chiefs, and the fierce glances they cast at him and Percy, Denis however felt anything but sure that they would do so.

"I'm very thankful that Lionel escaped," said Percy. "He will tell Hendricks where we are, and if we do not return, he will know what has become of us. Still I can scarcely fancy that these fellows will really put us to death."

"I don't think they would if they were left to themselves," said Denis; "but that dreadful old woman has so wonderful an influence on their superst.i.tious minds, that she can induce them to do anything she likes.

Now I suspect that she is in the interest of the other party, and she thinks that if these fellows can be induced to kill us, they will make our countrymen their enemies."

"If they are to die, the sooner they are put to death the better,"

exclaimed Umbulazi. "We will then, my brave warriors, set forth, sure of victory, to fight our foes."

Just at this juncture a large band of warriors was seen approaching the camp, led by a chief, who could be distinguished as such by the plumes in his head-dress, his cloak, and kilt of skins, and the ornaments on his oblong s.h.i.+eld. He hastened on with his followers towards where Umbulazi was standing. As he drew near, Denis exclaimed--

"I am much mistaken if that young chief is not Mangaleesu, who was for so long living near Maritzburg. He was always a great friend of Lionel's and mine, and I'm sure he would not see us ma.s.sacred without trying to save us." Denis however waited until the fresh arrivals had paid their respects in the usual fas.h.i.+on to the prince. He then shouted out in English, "Mangaleesu, Mangaleesu! come and save us. These people accuse us of being spies, and threaten to kill us, although the prince himself knows we were brought into the camp against our wills, and that our only object is to get back to Hendricks, with whom we are travelling."

Mangaleesu, on hearing his name called, came up to them, and at once addressing their captors, inquired what crime they had committed.

No one could at first answer him, but at last one of them observed that the great enchantress declared that they had come into the camp as spies.

"But you all know that they were brought into the camp, and I will answer for it that they have no evil intentions against the prince or any one else. If we were to kill them, we should make all the white men in Natal our enemies," answered Mangaleesu.

His arguments appeared to be prevailing, when the savage old hag, fearing that her influence would be lost, should her orders not be obeyed, shouted out in a croaking voice--

"Kill them! kill them! If they are allowed to live, you cannot gain the victory."

"If they are killed," cried Mangaleesu, "neither I nor my followers can unite with those who allow so cruel an act. The English have always been my friends, and I will not see them ill-treated, notwithstanding what that old woman says. It was not long since that she was seen paying a visit to Cetchwayo, and who can tell that she has not been sent by him to betray us?"

The hag, who heard all that was said, began to move uneasily, and gradually drew back from the crowd, until she joined the men who had accompanied her into the camp. So deeply steeped in superst.i.tion were the minds of the Zulus, that they could not divest themselves of the idea that her predictions would be fulfilled, in spite of all Mangaleesu had said. Denis and Percy were therefore kept strictly guarded in their midst.

They could see the old witch at some distance gesticulating violently, waving her arms about, occasionally leaping from side to side in the most extraordinary fas.h.i.+on. Now and then she pointed to them in a way which made them fear that she was still urging the chiefs to put them to death. Mangaleesu was the only one who held out. Had he not arrived, it seemed very probable that the savages would have plunged their a.s.segais in their bodies. Even now their lives hung in the balance.

For some time she was seen talking to several men, among whom were those who had been their guards during the night. Presently she advanced, and as she waved her wand, and pointed towards them, Denis heard her exclaim--

"There were three of them! Where is the third? Without him the number is incomplete."

The prince, who seemed to have forgotten this fact, on hearing her speak, exclaimed--

"You are right, most sagacious prophetess. There were three. Bring him forth, that he may suffer the doom of the others."

Instantly several of the young chiefs rushed to the hut, and were seen, one after the other, crawling in.

"They'll be mighty puzzled when they find that he's not there," said Denis. "I'm doubly thankful that he got off if we are to be killed, and there seems a great chance of that."