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Updated: May 3, 2025
She stood quite erect, her hands still bound behind her, and met my gaze with level, proud return. "What language do you speak?" I asked. "Do you understand mine?" "Yes," she replied. "It is similar to my own. I am Grabritin. What are you?" "I am a Pan-American," I answered. She shook her head. "What is that?" I pointed toward the west. "Far away, across the ocean."
But we have a legend a very old, old legend, that once the men from there came across to Grabritin. They came upon the water, and under the water, and even in the air. They came in great numbers, so that they rolled across the land like a great gray fog.
But I am only queen the vehicle that has helped carry down, unsullied, the royal blood from the days when Grabritin was a mighty country." The old queen's words had a noticeable effect upon the mob of curious savages which surrounded me.
Finally Menelek restored quiet by the simple expedient of a frown, whereupon each loyal guest exchanged his mirthful mien for an emulative scowl. "And who," asked Menelek, "are you, and by what name is your country called?" "I am Victory, Queen of Grabritin," replied the girl so quickly and so unexpectedly that I gasped in astonishment. Victory! She was here, a slave to these black conquerors.
Victory, who was given a voice in our councils, was all for going to the continent, or anywhere else, in fact, where she might see new sights and experience new adventures. "Afterward we can come back to Grabritin," she said, "and if Buckingham is not dead and we can catch him away from his men and kill him, then I can return to my people, and we can all live in peace and happiness."
"The entrance to the Camp of the Lions!" murmured one of the party in a voice husky with awe. Here the party knelt, while Buckingham recited a weird, prayer-like chant. It was rather long, and I recall only a portion of it, which ran, if my memory serves me, somewhat as follows: Lord of Grabritin, we Fall on our knees to thee, This gift to bring. Greatest of kings are thou! To thee we humbly bow!
That Victory carried flint and steel I was aware, and that it was she who built the fire I was positive. But which way had she gone since she stopped here? Would she go on down the river, that she might thus bring herself nearer her own Grabritin, or would she have sought to search for us upstream, where she had seen us last?
We stood there, grouped about the body of the dead Grabritin, looking futilely down the river to where it made an abrupt curve to the west, a quarter of a mile below us, and was lost to sight, as though we expected to see the truant returning to us with our precious launch the thing that meant life or death to us in this unfriendly, savage world.
Clothe you in a wolfskin, give you a knife and a spear, and set you down in the woods of Grabritin of what service would your civilization be to you?" Delcarte and Taylor smiled at her reply, but Thirty-six and Snider laughed uproariously. I was not surprised at Thirty-six, but I thought that Snider laughed louder than the occasion warranted.
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