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If anything was better calculated to put me in a rage than Bombay's insolence before a crowd it was this gratuitous interference with what I considered my own especial business; but I restrained myself, though I told them, in a loud voice, that I did not choose to be interfered with, unless they wished to quarrel with me. "No, no, bana," they all exclaimed; "we do not wish to quarrel with you.

Bana Singiri-Singiri! Singiri! oh, Singiri Choragus. Mirambo has gone to war To fight against the Arabs; The Arabs and Wangwana Have gone to fight Mirambo! Choir Oh-oh-oh! to fight Mirambo! Oh, Mirambo! Mirambo Oh, to fight Mirambo! Choragus. But the white man will make us glad, He is going home! For he is going home, And he will make us glad! Sh-sh-sh! Choir. The white man will make us glad!

My men cried, "Help, Bana! they are killing us;" whilst I roared to my crew, "Go in, go in, and the victory will be ours;" but not a soul would they were spell-bound to the place; we might have been cut up in detail, it was all the same to those cowardly Waganda, whose only action consisted in crying, "N'yawo! n'yawo!" mother, mother, help us!

I found a messenger who consented to tell the king of my desire to see him. He returned to say that the king was sleeping a palpable falsehood. In a huff, I walked home to breakfast, leaving my attendants, Maula and Uledi, behind to make explanations. They saw the king, who simply asked, "Where is Bana?"

Just as at the last interview, the king had four women, lately seized and condemned to execution, squatting in his court. He wished to send them to Bana, and when Bombay demurred, saying he had no authority to take women in that way, the king gave him one, and asked him if he would like to see some sport, as he would have the remaining women cut to pieces before him.

At last her majesty stumps out, squats behind my red blanket, which is converted into a permanent screen, and says hastily, or rather testily, "Can't Bana perceive the angry state of the weather? clouds flying about, and the wind blowing half a gale? Whenever that is the case, I cannot venture out."

Some Waganda hurrying in, confirmed the report of last night, and said the Wanguana, footsore, had been left at the Uganda frontier, expecting us to return, as Mtesa, at the same time that he approved highly of my having sent men back to inform him of Kamrasi's conduct, begged we would instantly return, even if found within one march of Kamrasi's, for he had much of importance to tell his friend Bana.

Nareda recommends that Chitralekha be sent to Dwaravati to invite Aniruddha, whom he enables to fly thither, whilst he remains in charge of Usha, whom he sends to the garden to await her lover's arrival. Aniruddha and Chitralekha arrive at Sonapur and the former is united to his mistress. Aniruddha is detected by Bana. An engagement ensues.

"More pombe, more pombe," cried the queen, full of mirth and glee, helping everybody round in turn, and shouting and laughing at their Kiganda witticisms making, though I knew not a word said, an amusing scene to behold till the sun sank; and her majesty remarking it, turned to her court and said, "If I get up, will Bana also rise, and not accuse me of deserting him?"

He laughed, but still was silent; so I said, "What message have you brought from Mtesa?" To which, in a timid, modest kind of manner, he said, "Bana knows what more need I say? Has he forgotten Mtesa, who loves him so?"