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If you and your councillors are willing, and these Pongos are willing, I and my friends do not fear to visit the Motombo and the Kalubi, to talk with them of peace on behalf of your people, since we love to see new lands and new races of mankind. Say, Komba, if the king allows, will you accept us as ambassadors?" "It is for the king to name his own ambassadors," answered Komba.
"Is that all?" he asked. "No, O Mouth of the god. Last night, after the council of which you have heard, the Kalubi wrapped himself up like a corpse and visited the white men in their hut. I thought that he would do so, and had made ready. With a sharp spear I bored a hole in the wall of the hut, working from outside the fence.
"'Lord, I am the Kalubi, the Chief of the Pongo, a great man in my own land yonder. "'Then why do you come here alone at night, Kalubi, Chief of the Pongo? "'Why do you come here alone, White Lord? he answered evasively. "'What do you want, anyway? I asked. "'O! Dogeetah, I have been hurt, I want you to cure me, and he looked at his bandaged hand.
"Allan," said Brother John to me in a low voice as we lit our pipes, "that man who stood with his back to us in front of the gridiron was the Kalubi. Against the firelight I saw the gap in his hand where I cut away the finger." "Well, if we want to get any further, you must cultivate him," I answered. "But the question is, shall we get further than that grid?
"Very easily, O Kalubi, by telling Komba, the Kalubi-to-be, of your plots against this god of yours, and how we have refused to listen to your wickedness. In fact, I think this may be done at once while you are here with us, O Kalubi, where perhaps you do not expect to be found. I will go strike upon the pot without the door; doubtless though it is late, some will hear.
"I thought that the Kalubi was the priest of your gods," interrupted Bausi. "Not so. The Kalubi is the King of the Pongo as you are the King of the Mazitu. The Motombo, who is seldom seen, is King of the spirits and the Mouth of the gods."
I uttered a sigh of relief, and he went on in a new voice, a dull, business-like voice if I may so describe it: "Say, O Kalubi, on what matter have you brought these white men to speak with me, the Mouth of the god? Did I dream that it was a matter of a treaty with the King of the Mazitu? Rise and speak."
Brother John did not seem to be quite satisfied with the information, and remarked that he, the Kalubi, would be able to show us the road on the morrow. "I do not think that I shall ever show you the road," groaned the shivering wretch. At that moment the god roared again much nearer.
At any rate it dropped the Kalubi, and as though some intelligence warned it what to expect, threw up its massive right arm I remember how extraordinarily long the limb seemed and that it looked thick as a man's thigh in such a fashion as to cover its head. Then the rifle exploded and I heard the bullet strike.
"I wish to speak alone with the white lord, Dogeetah," he said in a hoarse voice, "and it must be now, since afterwards it will be impossible." Brother John rose and looked at him. "How are you, Kalubi, my friend?" he asked. "I see that your wound has healed well." "Yes, yes, but I would speak with you alone." "Not so," replied Brother John.
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