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Your reverend father, the Predikant, always taught me to have a thankful heart, Baas, and when I remember that I have only been in the trunk for three months altogether who, if all were known, ought to have been there for years, I remember his words, Baas." "Why should you go to the trunk at all, Hans, when you are rich and can pay a fine, even if it were a hundred pounds?"
"'I think it is a pity to wait so long, said the first Predikant, 'for never shall we sleep in peace until the red-hot pot is on his head. "'First the victory, then the feast, answered the second Predikant, 'though he will not be so good to eat as that fat young woman who was with the new queen. "Then, Baas, they both smacked their lips and one of them went back towards the hut.
He tripped once over a wire, which he took for some kind of snare, and after that went very warily. By and by he got his face between two boulders and looked over into the true battle-field. He told me it was exactly what the predikant used to say that Hell would be like.
Then, Baas, suddenly I saw your reverend father, the Predikant, standing beside me and looking just as he used to look, only younger and stronger and very happy, and so of course knew at once that I was dead and in hell. Only I wondered where the fire that does not go out might be, for I could not see it. Presently your reverend father said to me: 'Good day, Hans. So you have come here at last.
Oh! if only I could come even with Imbozwi I shouldn't mind, and I will, I will, if I have to return as a ghost to do it. Well, Baas, you know the Predikant, your father, told us that we don't go out like a fire, but burn again for always elsewhere " "And that quite easily without anything to pay for the wood. So I hope that we shall always burn together, Baas.
"Baas," he said to me as we threaded our way through the court of columns, "in my life I have seen all kinds of dreadful things and faced them, but never have I been so much afraid as I am of that white witch. Baas, I think that she is the devil of whom your reverend father, the Predikant, used to talk so much, or perhaps his wife."
"I see now, Baas," said Hans, thrusting his head between my curtains, "that yonder Whitebeard cannot be your reverend father, the Predikant, after all." "Why not?" I asked, though the fact was fairly obvious. "Because, Baas, if he were, he would not have left Hans, of whom he always thought so well, to run in the sun like a dog, while he and others travel in carriages like great white ladies."
Then, Baas, suddenly I saw your reverend father, the Predikant, who looked as though he were red-hot, as doubtless he is in the Place of Fires. I thought he came up to me, Baas, and said, 'Get out of this, Hans. This is no place for a good Hottentot like you, Hans, for here only the very best Christians can bear the heat for long. "That finished me, Baas.
Because they worship the good while the others worship the devil, and as your father the Predikant used to say, Good is the cock which always wins the fight at the last, Baas. Yes, when he seems to be dead he gets up again and kicks the devil in the stomach and stands on him and crows, Baas. Also these northern folk are mighty magicians.
"'It is nothing, said one of the Predikants to the other in the same tongue that these Amahagger use. 'But when is he to be sacrificed? Soon, I hope, for I cannot sleep because of the noise he makes. "'When the edge of the sun appears, not before, answered the other Predikant. 'Then the new queen will be brought out of the hut and this white man will be sacrificed to her.
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