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Then he lifted his withered hand and held it towards Benita, saying: "I tell you that yonder she sits for whom the generations have waited." "It is so," answered the Makalanga. "It is the White Lady come again to take her own." "Friends," asked the Molimo, while they wondered at his strange speech, "tell me, have you brought the guns?" "Surely," answered Mr.
Yet the time was to come when she would swallow that hard, tetse-poisoned flesh with thankfulness. At midday, after they had eaten, Mr. Clifford and Meyer went to the Molimo, where he sat against the second wall, and, pointing to the men with the guns, said: "We have fulfilled our bargain. Now fulfil yours. Lead us to the holy place that we may begin our search." "So be it," he answered.
"They will bring the others on us," muttered Tamas, and even old Mr. Clifford shook his head sadly. But the Molimo only said: "I have spoken. Let them go. That which will befall must befall, and from this deed no ill shall come that would not have come otherwise." "You hear? Depart swiftly," said Benita, in Zulu.
This, indeed, she had already heard from the Molimo, but knowing his timid nature, she wished to judge of the matter for herself. It came to this then: if they were to go, it must be on the horses. Descending the cone Benita went to find her father, to whom as yet she had said nothing of her plans. The opportunity was good, for she knew that he would be alone.
I tell you that I think it will not be so; but whether or no that happens, I have words for the ear of your king a message for a message. Say to him that thus speaks the wise old Molimo of Bambatse. "I see him hunted like a wounded hyena through the rivers, in the deep bush, and over the mountain. I see him die in pain and misery; but his grave I see not, for no man shall know it.
"You can leave a letter with the Molimo explaining that it was my fault, that I was getting ill and thought that I should die, and that you knew it would not be fair to ask him to come, and so to lose the treasure, to every halfpenny of which he is welcome when it is found. Oh! father, don't hesitate any longer; say that you will take me away from Mr. Meyer." "So be it then," answered Mr.
Clifford that his object was to spy upon them, and talked of turning him out; but Benita, between whom and the old man had sprung up a curious friendship and sympathy, prevented it, pointing out that they were much safer with the Molimo, as a kind of hostage, than they could be without him; also, that his knowledge of the place, and of other things, might prove of great help to them.
When they reached the place, however, and had dismounted to lead the horses down the winding passage and the steep ascent upon its further side, it was to find that the only guard visible proved to be the old Molimo himself, who sat there, apparently half asleep. But as they came he showed himself to be very much awake, for without moving he asked them at once whither they were going.
Of the Matabele nothing had been seen; but they might be about, and even if enough cattle could be collected to draw the waggon, it belonged to Meyer as much as to her father, and must therefore be left for him. Still, there remained the two horses, which the Molimo had told her were well and getting fat. At this moment Meyer rose and began to speak to her.
Well, while he was there he cured the old Molimo, or hereditary high-priest of this tribe, of a bad fever by giving him quinine, and naturally they grew friendly. The Molimo lived among ruins of which there are many over all that part of South Africa. No one knows who built them now; probably it was people who lived thousands of years ago.
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