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Updated: May 21, 2025
He hurried to the cave, but, of course, there was no one there. Then, still carrying the priceless book, he ran on to the gorge, where the warriors whose task it was to guard that part were gathering. Some of them were examining the broken lengths of cotton, and drew his attention to them. "It is medicine," he said briefly. "Have ye seen Ngonyama?"
The chief laughed. "It was the wish of the Inkosikase; but now she is gone, it is in my heart to take the wives to myself. But there are others, Ngonyama." "No, chief," said the Hunter, quickly. "How do you live in the rains, chief? Is there much discomfort?" "Wow! it is the red pig's life mud all about; and there is much sickness, for the people crowd together in the huts."
"Sisters, I smell smoke!" "Thank God," was the man's thought, "they are living." The suspense fell from him. He pulled himself together, and was ready for anything. "Smoke!" The voice reached him in sharp shrill accents that pierced the continual growling of the waters. "Who is here?" "Ngonyama!" was the reply uttered by several. "He is terrible, sisters. Hear the thunder of his voice.
Hume waited for an explanation, and the chief gave it in his calm way, without a smile. "You wanted two men, great one. I am the second." "But we go far, while the moon is many times at the full." "You go towards the setting sun, Ngonyama, and there also goes the son of the Inkosikase." "But your people?" "I have said my say with them.
With wonderful agility she climbed down to the apex and set to work on the face of the rock with a kind of maniacal fury. When she climbed out to the top they saw she had drawn a square, with a mark at each corner plainly visible. "Ngonyama, for the sake of the little ones and the women, for your own sakes, if ye wish to live, send a bullet to each mark."
He held his breath, and his throat grew very dry, for it was the voice he had heard in the cavern, only sad this time, and not mocking as before. "Ngonyama! yama!" It came thin and melancholy, with a long lingering on the last syllables. He put his hand out to rouse Mr. Hume, then drew it back ashamed of his fancies; but the movement awoke the jackal.
"Ye sent for me, O great chief?" she cried, with a little mocking laugh. "You have heard the chiefs message?" "And this is my answer," she replied, pointing to the women. "We will meet the enemy." "And Ngonyama?" "Ngonyama! I have heard that name too often. See, young one, there is not room in a kraal for two strong bulls." She nodded her head with a very hard look in her eyes.
The boy chuckled as he sat on the ledge tugging at the buckle. "Why, lad!" The great hands closed on the boy, lifted him up, and bore him lightly as the man felt his way with his feet. He counted his steps, assuring himself that before he came to seventy-five they would be at the end. "Ngonyama!" cried a voice, quite close. "We are coming, mother." "Ngonyama! Ngonyama!
"The smoke ascends no longer, Inkose; but we have seen the signal answered." "How so?" "Another smoke arose yet further off, and yet another, and beyond that another, till the word of the fire-makers was passed back even to the wide waters." "Then it was not Ngonyama who made the fire." "It was made by the enemy, Inkose." "Have you sent out spies?" "Of what use, lion's cub?
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!
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