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Updated: May 14, 2025
Believe me, many of the nobles are not so good I mean so guilty! as you think. And the poor Christians why should they not pray and sing? It is all that you have left to them, for they no longer dare to worship together in the churches." "No, Rakota, I will not recall it. Your constant pleading worries me.
Immediately afterwards the Commander-in-Chief appeared on the balcony of the palace, announced the Queen's death to the multitude, and, amid demonstrations of wildest joy, alike from soldiers and people, proclaimed Rakota King of Madagascar, under the title of Radama the Second.
"Prince Rakota has done much for the Christians in time past," urged poor Ravonino, who felt that all hope of delivering the girl he loved, at the present time, from the dangers that surrounded her was gradually slipping away from him; "surely he can and will protect her." "I fear he has not the power," answered Soa.
Poor Reni-Mamba was also there, her mild face showing unmistakable traces of the suffering caused by the loss of her only son. "Welcome, my friends," said Rakota, hastening forward to receive the prisoners. "You are now safe and free!" "Safe? free?" repeated the Secretary, in surprise. "Yes.
Things would have been even worse, for the English missionary has left Antananarivo, but Prince Rakota remains our friend. Still, he cannot save every one. He could not save my Raniva!
He stood at the Queen's elbow with a perplexed expression of countenance, being the bearer of news about the effect of which he felt uncertain. But Rainiharo was a bold man as well as a bad one. "Your will, madam, is sure to be thwarted," he replied, "as long as you suffer Prince Rakota to act as he pleases. Your son is a Christian.
"Why," he cried suddenly, giving his hands the accustomed pistol-shot clap that betrayed his inability to contain himself, "why do we suffer all this? Why not assemble the tribes, go up at once to Antananarivo, take it, cut off the Queen's head, and put Prince Rakota on the throne?" "Ay, why not?" demanded several of the more fiery young men.
"Whatever my Prince requires of me shall be done if it be not against the laws of my God," said the Secretary. Rakota looked pleased with the reply. "I want you," he said, "to stand in the passage here, till Rambosalama appears. He is sure to pass, being now in the death-chamber, to which I return speedily.
"I came also to tell you," said the prince, "that the Europeans whom your spies brought news of some time ago have arrived. They are even now in the market-place. By my orders the guards have let them pass without question." "Always interfering, Rakota!" said the Queen, angrily. "Why were they not seized and guarded till I should find time to speak with them?"
Our friend the Secretary stood at the door. "Mother," said the Prince, quietly, "they are being hurled down now and little Ra-Ruth is among them." The Queen looked up, startled. "No, no!" she said, hesitatingly. "Ra-Ruth must not but but I must not seem to my people to be weak yet I would save her." Rakota gave a gentle nod to the Secretary, who instantly vanished.
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