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Updated: June 3, 2025
After this no other Fung appeared upon the wall, so I turned my attention to the spy-hole in the doors behind me, and seeing some horsemen moving about at a distance of four or five hundred yards on a rocky ridge where the mist did not lie, I opened fire on them and at the second shot was fortunate enough to knock a man out of the saddle.
You know that in our extremity I took advantage of the wandering hither of one of you a year ago to beg him to go to his own land and there obtain firestuffs and those who understand them, with which to destroy the great and ancient idol of the Fung. For that people declare that if this idol is destroyed they will leave the land they dwell in for another, such being their ancient prophecy."
Now Maqueda thought a while, then looked up and said: "Friend, you are brave and skilful, tell us all your mind. If you sat in my place, what would you do?" "Lady, I would lead out every able-bodied man and attack the city of the Fung, say, on the night of the great festival when they are off their guard.
Well, I run, meeting no one in night, till I come to pass, run up it, and find guards, to whom I tell story, so they not kill me, but let me through, and at last I come here, quite safe, without Fung wife, thank God, and that end of tale." "I am afraid you are wrong there, my boy," I said, "out of the frying-pan into the fire, that's all." "Out of frying-pan into fire," he repeated.
At length everything was ready, and there came another spell of silence, for the nerves of all of us were so strained that we did not seem able to talk. It was broken by a sound of sudden and terrible roaring that arose from the gulf beneath. "It is the hour of the feeding of the sacred lions which the Fung keep in the pit about the base of the idol," explained Shadrach.
"The question is," said Higgs, evidently in haste to talk of something else, "will the Fung come back?" "Oh! Black Windows, don't know, can't say. Think not. Their prophecy was that Harmac move to Mur, but when they see his head jump into sky and stop there, they run every man toward the sunrise, and I think go on running."
And who are your soldiers? Does every man of the Abati bear arms?" "Alas! no," she replied, fixing upon this latter question perhaps because she could not answer the first. "Alas! no. In the old days it was otherwise, when my great ancestresses ruled, and then we did not fear the Fung. But now the people will not serve as soldiers.
"Then I answer that it is not my wish, nor the wish of the ten, nor the wish of the Abati. Nay, we will fight the Fung and destroy them, and of their beast-headed idol Harmac we will make blocks to build our synagogues and stones to pave our roads. Do you hear, savages of Fung?" and assisted by his two servants he hobbled towards them, grinning in their faces.
"There is a better way, Sergeant, if we want to mine under the sphinx; I mean through the Tomb of Kings. I took the levels roughly, and the end of it can't be far off. Anyhow, this shaft is of no more use to us now that the Fung have found it out." Then we set to work to fill in the mouth of the passage with such loose stones as we could find.
"If our brother were here, he whom the Fung have captured, he might know, being learned in the ways of idol-worshipping, savage peoples." "Alas! O Son of Orme," she said, "thanks to that traitor whom but now we have condemned, he is not here and, perhaps, could tell us nothing if he were.
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