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Updated: June 16, 2025
While I was thus engaged there was a knock on the door. Forgetting all about the dust, I opened it and Hans appeared. "One of these man-eating devils wants to speak to you, Baas. Mavovo keeps him without." "Let him in," I said, since in this place fearlessness seemed our best game, "but watch well while he is with us."
Yes, it had gripped him and was carrying him off, clasped to its breast with its sound arm. When I say that Jerry, although a full-grown man and rather inclined to stoutness, looked like a child in that fell embrace, it will give some idea of the creature's size. Mavovo, who had the courage of a buffalo, charged at it and drove the copper spear he carried into its side.
"Yes, yes," screeched Imbozwi. "If Dogeetah comes, as that false wizard prophesies," and he pointed to Mavovo, "then I shall be ready to die in your place, white slave-dealers. Yes, yes, then you may shoot me with arrows." "King, take note of those words, and people, take note of those words, that they may be fulfilled if Dogeetah comes," said Mavovo in a great, deep voice.
"I am a doctor also," went on Mavovo, "one of the greatest of doctors who can open the 'Gates of Distance' and read that which is hid in the womb of the Future. Therefore I will answer your questions which you put to the lord Macumazana, the great and wise white man whom I serve, because we have fought together in many battles. Yes, I will be his Mouth, I will answer.
In a few words I explained the situation to Mavovo, leaving out the story of Napoleon, and asked his advice. "We must run," he answered. "Although I do not like running, life is more than stores, and he who lives may one day pay his debts." "But the wounded, Mavovo; we cannot carry them." "I will see to them, Macumazana; it is the fortune of war.
I must confess that after this my nerve, which is generally pretty good, gave out to such an extent that I think I fainted for a few minutes. During that faint I seemed to be carrying on a conversation with Mavovo, though whether it ever took place or I only imagined it I am not sure, since I always forgot to ask him.
So I went through the little gate in the wall in a natural kind of way, as though I had seen nothing, and appeared to be struck by the sight of the little fires. "Well, Mavovo," I said, "are you doing doctor's work? I thought that it had brought you into enough trouble in Zululand."
After him followed the fierce-looking Mavovo and his squad of hunters, all of whom wore the "ring" or isicoco, as the Zulus call it; that is, a circle of polished black wax sewn into their short hair.
Mavovo took it, and after considering it carefully as he had done in the case of the feathers, swept up a pile of ashes with his horny hand from the edge of the largest of the little fires, that indeed which had represented myself. These ashes he patted flat.
Only Mavovo stood firm; perhaps because as a witch-doctor of repute he felt that it did not become him to show the white feather in the presence of an evil spirit. The toad-like creature on the platform swayed its great head slowly as a tortoise does, and contemplated us with its flaming eyes.
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