Tween Snow and Fire Part 28

"I am Mfulini, the son of Mapute," he began, not waiting to be addressed first. "I am a fighting man of the race of Gcaleka! I love war.

_Hau_! I have struck more than one enemy, but have never struck him twice. _Hau_! I struck this white man and my weapon broke, my strong _umkonto_ [The broad headed close-quarter a.s.segai] that has drunk the heart's blood of five Fingo dogs. The weapon is bewitched. He who has done this thing must be found. The wizard must be found. _Hau_!"

"_Ewa, Ewa_!" shouted the warriors. "The wizard must be found. The great witch-doctress must find him. Then will the white man's magic be no longer too strong for her. He must be killed! Find him! Find him!

He must be killed!"

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.

THE "SMELLING OUT."

"He must be killed! He must be killed!"

The cry was taken up. The bloodthirsty shout rolled through the ranks fiercer and fiercer till the wild roaring chorus was deafening. That crouching, armed mult.i.tude, a moment before so motionless and silent, sprang erect, swaying to and fro, frenzied with uncontrollable excitement; a legion of dark demons roaring and howling under the promptings of superst.i.tion and ferocity; bellowing for blood--blood, blood, no matter whose. Weapons waved wildly in the air, and the deep-throated shout volleyed forth. "He must be killed!"

The warriors were seated in an immense double semicircle. Gliding with her half-dancing step to the upper end of this, the witch-doctress began chanting an incantation in a high nasal key, an invocation to the great _Inyoka_ [Serpent] who held the kraal and its inhabitants under its especial favour. As she commenced her round, the shouting of the warriors was hushed. All stood upright and silent. Different emotions held sway in each grim, dark countenance. The hearts of many were sinking with deadly fear, yet each strove to meet the eye of the terrible witch-doctress boldly and without quailing. They knew that that fatal round would prove of deadly import to one or more of them ere it was completed.

"Ho--_Inyoka 'nukulu_!" [Great serpent] chanted the hag, with a significant shake of the body of the hideous reptile, which she held by the neck. "Find the wizard! Find the wizard!"

"Find the wizard!" echoed those whom she had already pa.s.sed by as she commenced her pa.s.sage along the line.

"Find the wizard!" they shouted, rapping the ground with their sticks.

Those who had yet to undergo the ordeal kept stem silence.

The chorus grew in volume as the number qualified to swell it increased.

Not merely a l.u.s.t for blood did that horrid shout represent--it embodied also a delirious relief on the part of those already safe.

Suddenly Ngcenika made a half pause, raising her voice in the midst of her yelling chant. The serpent, its black coils writhing and twisting around her arm, opened its jaws and hissed horribly. Those still expectant held their breaths; those already relieved shouted and hammered with their sticks harder than ever. Those directly opposite the sorceress, at this ill-omened juncture, stood turned to stone.

"Find him, Inyoka!" snarled the hag.

"Find him! Find him!" echoed the deep-toned chorus.

But the pause was only momentary. Not yet was the victim singled out.

Ngcenika resumed her way, only to repeat the process further along the line. And this she would do at intervals, sometimes coming to a dead stop in such significant and purpose-fraught fas.h.i.+on that the whole body of spectators stood ready to hurl themselves like lightning upon the unlucky one denounced. The h.e.l.lish hag was enjoying the terror she inspired, and as strong men of tried bravery one after another quailed before her she gloated over their fears to such a pitch that her voice rose to a deafening shriek of demoniacal glee.

The other end of the great human crescent was nearly reached and still no victim. And now those who had escaped so far began to feel their apprehensions return. It would be no unprecedented affair were a second trial to occur, or even a third. The sorceress might elect to make her fatal progress through the ranks again and again. There were barely fifty men left. Unless the victim or victims should be found among those, a second progress was inevitable.

The bloodthirsty chorus rose into a deafening roar. The tension was fearful to witness. The hideous possession of the repulsive witch-doctress had communicated itself in some degree to the ma.s.s of excitable savages. Many were foaming at the mouth and apparently on the eve of convulsions. Not satisfied with the shouting, the infuriated mob beat time with their feet in addition to their sticks, as they joined in the h.e.l.l-hag's demoniacal incantations, and the perspiration streamed from every pore till the very air was heavy with a sickening and musky odour. It was a repellent and appalling scene, and even the white spectator, apart from the extreme peril of his own situation, felt his blood curdle within him at this vision of what was very like a diabolical power let loose. But there was worse to follow.

Suddenly the sorceress was seen to halt. Her voice rose to a frightful yell, as with blazing eyes, and pouring forth a torrent of denunciation, she raised the great black serpent aloft in such wise that its writhing neck and hissing jaws made a dart straight at the face of a man in the rear rank of the line and near the end of the latter.

"Thou hast found him, _Inyoka_! Thou hast found him! Show us the wizard!" screeched the hideous witch-doctress. The grinning skull and the two devil-like horns of hair which surmounted her head quivered convulsively. Her eyes started from the sockets, and the weird and barbaric amulets hung about her person rattled like castanets. She was once more the mouthing demoniac of a short half-hour ago.

The writhings and hisses of the serpent had become perfectly frantic.

Suddenly the reptile was seen to spring free of her grasp and to fling itself straight at the man whose face it had first struck at.

"The wizard! The wizard!" roared the warriors. "_Hau_! It is Vudana!

Vudana, the son of Sekweni, _Hau_!"

"Vudana, the wizard! Seize him!" shrieked the sorceress. "Seize him, but slay him not. He must confess! He must confess! On your lives, slay him not!"

The first part of her mandate had already been obeyed. Those in his immediate neighbourhood had flung themselves upon the doomed man and disarmed him almost before the words of denunciation had left the hag's lips. The second part was in no danger of being disobeyed now. Better for the victim if it had.

The latter was a man just past middle age, with a quiet and far from unpleasing cast of features. He was not a chief, but had a reputation for shrewdness and foresight beyond that of many an accredited leader.

"Ha, Vudana! Vudana, the wizard!" cried Ngcenika mockingly. "Vudana, who did not believe in the efficacy of my magic. Vudana, who pretended to manufacture `charms' as effective as mine. Vudana, whose poor attempts at magic have been effective to destroy mine in the case of all who believed in them. Call the names of those who fell," she cried, addressing the crowd. "They are all believers in Vudana, not in me!

Where are they now? Ask the Amanglezi--even the Amafengu, before whose bullets they fell. Ask the jackal and the vulture, who have picked their bones. Ask Mfulini, the son of Mapute, whose weapon was turned by the magic of the white man! Was he a believer in Vudana's `charms'?"

she added in a menacing voice, rolling her eyes around.

"He was not," shouted the warrior named, springing forward. "Where is the man who bewitched my broad _umkonto_. Let him confess and say how he did it."

"It is well, Mfulini," said the witch-doctress grimly, knowing that the other trembled for his personal safety now that she had dexterously turned suspicion upon him. "Thou shall be the man to make him confess."

"I have nothing to confess," said Vudana. He lay on his bark, held powerless by several men while waiting for a _reim_ to be brought wherewith to bind him. He knew that he was doomed--doomed not merely to death, but to one of the differing forms of frightful torment meted out to those accused of his offence. He knew moreover that whether he accused himself or not the result would be the same, and a warrior light blazed from his eyes as he replied.

"If the Great Chief wants my cattle, my possessions, they are his; let him take them. If he wants my life, it too is his; let him take it.

But I will not accuse myself of that which I have never committed."

If Kreli had heard this appeal he made no sign. Witchcraft was an offence--theoretically at any rate--outside the secular province.

"Smelling out" was a good old custom which had its uses, and one not lightly to be interfered with. It was doubtful, however, whether he did hear, for a shout of execration, led by the witch-doctress, drowned the victim's words.

"He will not confess! _Au_! Where are the hot stones? To the fire!

To the fire!" roared the crowd. The witch-doctress uttered a fiendish laugh.

"No. To the ants!" she cried.

"_Ewa! Ewa_! To the ants!" they echoed. "Bring him along. _Hau_!

The ants are hungry!"

A noosed _reim_ was thrown round the doomed man's neck, and another made fast to each of his wrists, and thus, with the whole crowd surging and yelling around him, he was dragged into the adjoining forest.

"_Hamba-ke, umlungu_!" ["Go on, white man"] said several of the warriors guarding Eustace, motioning him to proceed. "We are going to show you a sight. Quick, or we shall be late!"

By no means free from apprehension on his own account, Eustace obeyed.

When they arrived among the eager and excited crowd, the entertainment had already begun. All made way for the white prisoner and his guards, and there was a fiendish leer on many a dark face which needed not a muttered remark or two to explain. The horrible scene he was about to witness was extremely likely to be his own fate.

The doomed man lay spread eagled on his back; his hands and feet, stretched to their utmost tension, were fastened to stout pegs driven into the ground. Two of the Kafirs were busily anointing his naked body with a sticky compound, which was, in fact, a mixture of honey and native beer. This they smeared over him with bits of rag: ears, eyes, nose, coming in for a plentiful share. Already his flesh seemed alive with moving objects, and then the cause became apparent. The wretched man was tied down right across a huge ant's nest, which had been broken in order to receive his body. Already the infuriated insects were making their bites felt. _He was to be devoured alive by black ants_.

"Confess, Vudana," cried Ngcenika. "Confess thy witchcraft and how thy `charms' were obtained. The black ants bite hard. Ha!"

"Confess? Ha-ha!" jeered the sufferer, his eyes blazing. "Not to thee, vulture. Not to thee, jackal. Not to thee, sp.a.w.n of a Fingo dog. Ha!

That is the witch-doctress of the Amagcaleka! Such a thing as that!

What magic can she make? A cheat--a liar! I can die--I can die as I have lived--a man, a warrior."

"_Hau_! A wizard! A traitor!" vociferated the crowd. "Confess thy witchcraft, lest we put thee to the flaming torment. The fire bites deeper than the black ants. _Hau_!"

"I laugh at the fire," roared the victim. "I laugh at all that you can do. The fire is but a pleasant warmth. The bite of the ants is but the softest tickling. Thou dog, Mfulini, were I free, I would whip thee round the kraal."