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He was a silent man for the rest of the evening, and had settled himself down in his canvas chair to doze away the night, when a travel-stained messenger came from the Ochori and he brought a telegram of one word. Hamilton looked at it, he looked too with a frown at the figures that preceded it. "And what you mean," he muttered, "the Lord knows!" The word, however, was sufficiently explicit.
She was a woman of fifteen, grown to a splendid figure, with a proud head and a chin that tilted in contempt, for she was the daughter of Bosambo's chief counsellor, grand-daughter of an Ochori king, and ambitious to be wife of Bosambo himself. "This is a mad thing," said Bosambo when her father offered the suggestion; "for, as you know, T'meli, I have one wife who is a thousand wives to me."
Also he gave me twenty English pounds because I told him certain stories and this I send to you, that you shall put it in with my other treasures, making a mark in your book that this twenty pounds is the money of Bosambo of the Ochori, and that you will send me a book, saying that this money has come to you and is safely in your hands. Peace and felicity upon your house.
So matters stood when the Zaire came flashing to the Ochori city and the heart of Bones filled with pleasant anticipation. Who was so competent to inform him on the matter of the souls of native women as Bosambo of the Ochori, already a crony of Bones, and admirable, if for no other reason, because he professed an open reverence for his new master?
Bosambo returned the messenger, with presents more valueless, and an assurance of friendship more sonorous, more complete in rhetoric and aptness of hyperbole, and when the messenger had gone Bosambo showed his appreciation of N'gori's love by doubling the guard about the Ochori city and sending a strong picket under his chief headman to hold the river bend.
"I should feel safe if that oily villain was sitting in the Ochori." "What is the trouble?" asked Hamilton, looking up from his task he was making cigarettes with a new machine which somebody had sent him from home.
I say no more save my lord desires me, and since I am the King of the Ochori, a nation great amongst all nations, must I go down to the coast like a dog or like the headman of a fisher-village?" He paused dramatically, and there was a faint a very faint murmur which he might interpret as an expression of his people's wish that he should travel in a state bordering upon magnificence.
"I thank all my little gods you have come, my lord," said he, humbly; "for in the night one of my young men saw an Isisi army coming against us." "Where is the army?" demanded a weary Bosambo. "Lord, it has not come," said N'gori, glibly; "for hearing of your lordship and your swift canoes, I think it had run away." Bosambo's force paddled back to the Ochori city the next day.
In ten minutes the fighting regiments of the Ochori were sweeping through the forest, trackers going ahead to pick up the trail. "Let all gods hear me," sobbed Bosambo, as he ran, "and send M'gani swiftly to M'sambo my son." "Now this is very wonderful," said Lamalana, "and it seems, O my father, no matter for a small killing, but for a sacrifice such as all men may see."
"Lord," rejoined the other, "it is no king's feast, but a great dance of rejoicing, for our crops are very plentiful, and our goats have multiplied more than a man can count; therefore my father said: Go you to Bosambo of the Ochori, he who was once my enemy and now indeed my friend. And say to him 'Come into my city, that I may honour you." Bosambo thought.
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