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Updated: June 12, 2025
Harût replied about a century before when the last war took place with the Black Kendah, who had been finally driven off at this spot, for then the White Kendah were more numerous than at present. "So Simba knows this road?" I said. "Yes, Lord, and Jana knows it also, for he fought in that war and still at times visits us here and kills any whom he may meet.
Jana!" a mixed tumult of noise which contrasted very strangely with the utter silence in our ranks. "They will be among the pitfalls presently," sniggered Hans, shifting his weight nervously from one leg on to the other. "Hark! they are going into them." It was true.
Now I remembered that the vision was not accurate after all, since in it I had seen Jana destroy a woman and a child, who on the present occasion were wanting.
Yes, though you kill us all by treachery, still those curses will fall." "May Jana take the Child and all who worship it," exclaimed the king with evident irritation. "In the end, O King, Jana will take the Child and its followers or the Child will take Jana and his followers. Which of these things must happen is known to the Child alone, and perchance to its prophets.
How we knew that you were coming and how we came do not matter at all. Believe what you will. Are you ready to start with us, O Lord Macumazana, that you may bring to its death the wicked elephant Jana which ravages our land, and receive the great reward of ivory? If so, your camel waits." "One camel cannot carry four men," I answered, avoiding the question.
On she came quite quietly, her wide, empty eyes fixed upon Jana. As she advanced the monster seemed to grow uneasy. Turning his head, he lifted his trunk and thrust it along his back until it gripped the ankle of the King Simba, who all this while was seated there in his chair making no movement.
Not by your own strength, for you are few in number and Jana is very strong. Not by the strength of the Child, for the Child grows weak and old, the days of its dominion are almost done, and its worship is almost outworn. Here alone that worship lingers, but new gods, who are still the old gods, press on to take its place and to lead it to its rest.
We did not part for the last time. As I shook old Harût's hand in farewell he told me that he was going on to Egypt, and I asked him why. "Perchance to look for another god, Lord Macumazana," he answered gravely, "whom now there is no Jana to destroy. We may speak of that matter if we should meet again."
This was true, but it was maddening to be obliged to sit there with an empty gun, when if I had but one charge, or even my pistol, I was sure that I could have blinded or crippled this satanic pachyderm. A few minutes later Jana played his last card.
Then Harût said: "Our secret land is open to you alone, O Macumazana, for one purpose only to kill the elephant Jana, for which deed we promise you a great reward. We do not wish to see the others there." "Then you can kill your own elephant, Harût and Marût, for not one step do I go with you. Why should I when there is as much ivory here as I want, to be had for the shooting?"
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