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Updated: May 15, 2025
From the height a voice calling to him dropped soft as the flight of a bat, faint as a whisper, yet clear as a bell in all that turmoil. He smiled grimly, but did not answer. This was some trick of the woman. If she was friendly, why had she left them? "Indhlovu! " again it fell as from afar.
"You are but a mouse in these earth runs, Indhlovu." The Hunter laughed, and the unseen creatures took up the laugh, flinging it back till the hollow places rang with the wild noise. "Hear, and take heed. Take heed lest they fall on you. Wow! Ye have seen my power and the strength of my medicine in the stilling of the waters." "It was Hassan who stilled the waters. Say on." "Yoh!"
Clambering down, she worked feverishly at the cracks with a spear-head, and with a sharp hiss a stream of water like steam shot out. "Climb up," roared Mr. Hume. "Another thrust, Indhlovu, and a woman will have won. One blow for the sake of my child the chief." Her long sinewy arm flew back, and she drove the spear-head into the crack. Then came a tremendous report.
Therefore, though it be for the last time, from far across the seas I speak to you, and lifting my hand I give your "Sibonga" and that royal salute, to which, now that its kings are gone and the "People of Heaven" are no more a nation, with Her Majesty you are alone entitled: Bayete! Baba, Nkosi ya makosi! Ngonyama! Indhlovu ai pendulwa! Wen' o wa vela wasi pata!
By-and-by he beard faint rustlings, and then breathings; but it was impossible to see, and he sat perfectly still. Then the voices broke out again at another point. "He is here, my sisters." "Wow! We are hungry; let us eat. We are thirsty; let us drink." "Sisters, terrible is the power in the arm of Indhlovu.
The voice came now from another quarter, and then the lights shone out one after another. "What meat is this, sister?" "Indhlovu." "Wow! There are fat pickings on the bones of the great one; but he is powerful. I hear his trumpeting." "Haw! it is the voice of the unseen, mother. Indhlovu has fallen into the pit that was set for him. His power has gone."
The woman laughed. "So ye grow afraid, O great one? Said I not, Indhlovu, that this was not your path? Death is around." Mr. Hume went forward steadily, counting his paces to keep his mind from wandering, and to his great joy he came suddenly on an opening in the wall which led towards welcome light, away from the horrors of that unfathomable pit.
Hume, sternly, "for I see you would have some service of me, and had hoped to buy me with news I have no want for." "Ngonyama, great white one, I am but a woman, and ye are too strong for me." Mr. Hume nodded. "I am a woman; only a woman." "Was it a woman's task to set those ravens upon me and the young chief?" "I am a mother, Indhlovu, and a mother's heart is strong for her child.
He strikes, and lo! as a falling tree sweeps a passage through the forest, so would he sweep us away. Let him weaken; let hunger fasten on his vitals, and fear trouble his brain." "We are wolves; we would tear him down in his strength, while his blood is red." "Terrible is the trunk of Indhlovu, and terrible is the arm of Ngonyama.
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