Part 17 (1/2)
But Mabidini desired neither flesh nor skin, and the word went to Bosambo, and eventually to Mr Commissioner Sanders, and M'suru paid ten bags of salt by way of fine. Worse than this, he became the mock of such as Mabidini, a man without a village, who dwelt in a hut in the very heart of the wood and had no people.
One night six strange warriors slipped into the forest, and, taking Mabidini from his hut, they flogged him with skin whips, and burnt his toes so that he hobbled for months. That his a.s.sailants were Akasava he did not doubt; he would sooner have believed that he was dead than that M'suru did not instigate the outrage.
One day Bosambo sent for him. ”Mabidini, I have spoken with Sandi, who is my own brother, and he says there can be no palaver over this matter of your beating, because none knows, and M'suru, who knows, lies,” he said. ”They say of M'suru that he has a magic spear and therefore is very powerful. Also he has a new wife whom he bought for ten thousand bra.s.s rods. You are a lonely man, and it seems that, if men attack you in the night, such a spear would save you from having your toes burnt. For your wife would alarm you, and the spear would be under your bed.”
”Lord, I have no wife,” said Mabidini, who was no more dense than any man of the Ochori.
”Nor spear,” said Bosambo.
So Mabidini took a canoe and drifted down to within a mile or two of the village where his enemy dwelt, and one day he saw, walking in the forest, a girl who cried and rubbed the weals on her shoulders. He knew her to be M'suru's wife and spoke to her. At first she was frightened...
Night fell suddenly on the village of Kolobafa and was welcomed by the third wife of M'suru, for there was a deficiency in her household equipment which her lord, with his fox-eyes, would have seen instantly. As it was, he came home too tired and hungry to be suspicious, and, having had his fill sitting solitary before the little fire that smouldered in front of the hut, he nodded and dozed until the chill of the night sent him in a daze of sleep to find his skin bed. The third (and newest) wife, whose name was Kimi, sat aloof, watching in an agony of apprehension, and when he had gone into the hut clasped her bare sides with such force that she ached.
But no bull-roar of fury proclaimed the discovery of his loss, and, creeping to the side of the hut, she listened, heard his snores and crept back.
She enjoyed a hut of her own, and the jealous elder wife, brooding in the dark doorway of the hut she shared with the ousted second, saw Kimi steal away through the village street, and called shrilly to her companion, for, if she hated the second wife, she hated Kimi worst, and in such a crisis lesser enemies have the appearance of friends.
”Kimi has gone to the river to see her lover. Let us wake M'suru and tell him.”
The second wife thrust her blunt head over the stout shoulder that filled the doorway, and peered after the vanis.h.i.+ng girl.
”M'suru sends his spears at night to the N'gombi man, who sharpens them on a stone. If we wake M'suru with a foolish story he will beat us.”
”She carried no spears,” said the first wife, contemptuously. ”You are afraid.” Suddenly a thought struck her. ”If she carries any spear, it will be the Spear of the Ghost!”
There was a shocked ”huh!” from the second wife, for the Spear of the Ghost had come to M'suru from his father, and from his father's father, and from countless generations of fathers. It was a short killing spear, endowed with magical qualities. By its potency M'suru could perform miracles. The broad blade dipped into the river brought back the fish which, for some reason, had deserted the known spearing places; carried into the forest, its magic peopled the woods with prey; but its greatest property was this: if a man were lost in the deep forest he had but to balance the spear on his fingertip and the blade pointed unerringly to safety.
It had many other qualities, curious and awe-inspiring. Thus, all other spears leapt toward the king spear, and could not be drawn away except by great force.
Even the elder wife of M'suru could not screw her courage into waking her lord. It was not until the chief of Kolobafa came out blinking into the daylight and bellowed for his wife, that the loss was discovered. For lost indeed was the magic spear!
Mr Commissioner Sanders was holding a palaver by the Crocodile's Pool over a matter of belated taxation, and M'suru, in full panoply, attended to lay before him his great complaint.
”Lord,” he said, ”a terrible misfortune has come upon me and my people. My wife had a lover, whose name is Mabidini, a man of the Ochori tribe and well known to you because he swore falsely against me. Because this woman loved him, she went to him when I slept, taking the Spear of the Ghost, which, as your lords.h.i.+p knows, is the most holy spear in the world, and there is none other like it. Therefore I come to you for leave to carry my spears into the Ochori country.”
”O ko,” said Sanders sardonically, ”what manner of man are you that you set yourself up to punish? For it seems that I am nothing in this land, and M'suru, a little chief of the Akasava, can take my place. As for your spear, it is made of a certain iron which I know well.”
He called for his orderly, gave an order in Arabic, and Abiboo went away, to return with a small steel magnet.
”Look well at this, M'suru; for if your spear is magic, so then is this little thing that is shaped like the bend of the lost river that runs to Bura-Ladi.”
Sanders took the spear from the chief's hand and put the magnet against it.
”Now pull your spear,” he said, and it required a jerk to break the weapon from the magnet's influence.
”There shall be no killing and no carrying of spears, M'suru,” he said. ”It seems to me that already you know the Ochori country so well that your young warriors can find their paths in the dark! When I go back to my fine house by the sea I will have another spear made for you, and it will be called the Spear of Sanders, and you shall hold it for me and my king. As to the woman, if she has a lover, you may put her away according to the law. I shall return when the moon is new, and you shall bring the matter before me. The palaver is finished.”
M'suru, in no way satisfied, went back to his village and called together the elder men and such friends as he had which were few, for he was a notoriously severe man and in no sense popular.
”In two days from now Sandi will go back to his fine house by the river, and his spies will go with him; for it is well known that in the days which follow the palavers the spies do not watch, for all people fear Sandi. Therefore, send your young spearmen to me in the first hour of the night, and I will lead you to the hut of Mabidini, and we will take the spear which belongs to me, and such goats and women as we may find.”
The way to the hut was a long one, for the Ochori territory throws into the Akasava a deep, knife-shaped peninsula, and a true peninsula in the sense that it is bordered by a river which has no appearance except in the wet season. And this has to be avoided. There is water enough at all times, but the rank gra.s.s grows quickly, and here all manner of strange, aqueous beasts have their dwellings. This river, F'giri, runs to that deep, still lake which is called Kafa-guri literally, ”the hole in the world.”
On the fourth day M'suru fetched up at the deserted hut of his enemy, and learnt by inquiry from a wandering bushman that Mabidini had gone eastward to the silent lake.
”This man is not afraid, because he has my spear, which is very powerful against ghosts,” said M'suru when he heard the news and followed, for the secret river was in flood. But his warriors did not know his objective.
”I don't like the look of Bones,” said Hamilton, glowering under the rim of his topee at the figure which was approaching the residency with long strides.
Sanders knocked the ash from his cheroot and smiled.
”The impression I have is that you never have been enamoured of Bones' personal appearance,” he said.
”I'm not referring to his general homeliness,” said Hamilton. ”My concentrated antipathy is directed to the particular Bones who is at present visible to the naked eye. I dislike Bones when he struts,” he growled, ”because when he struts he is pleased with himself, and when Bones is pleased with himself it is time for all modest men to take cover. Good morning, Bones. Why the smirk?”
Bones saluted jerkily. He had a habit of bringing up his hand and allowing it to quiver no other word describes the motion within half an inch of the helmet.
”I wish to heaven you'd learn to salute properly,” snapped Hamilton. ”I'd give you two hours' saluting drill for two pins!”
”But, dear old officer, this is the very latest,” said Bones calmly, and repeated the action. ”I saw a stunning old sergeant of the Guards do it. What is good enough for the jolly old Grenadiers is good enough for poor old Bones. I think you said 'smirk'?”
He put his hand up to his ear as though he was anxious not to lose a word.
”Stand to attention, you insubordinate hound,” said Hamilton. ”And if you're deaf you'd better report and see a a”
”Oculist is the word you want, dear old Ham oculist, from the word 'hark,' sometimes p.r.o.nounced 'harkulist.'”
”You seem pleased with yourself, Bones,” interposed Sanders hastily.
”Not so much pleased, dear old excellency,” said Bones, ”as what you might describe as grateified.”
”You mean gratified,” said Hamilton.
”Great, grateful, grateified,” retorted Bones reproachfully. ”Dear old thing, you're all wrong this morning. What's the matter with you? Jolly old liver out of condition?”
He pulled up a chair, sat down, and, resting his chin on his palms, glared across to him.
”Have you ever thought, dear old officer,” he asked in the hollow voice he invariably a.s.sumed when he became profound, ”that here we are, living in this strange and almost wild country! We know this place, we know the river it is water; we know the land it is land; we know the d.i.n.ky old flora and the jolly old fauna, and yet we are perhaps ignorant of the very longitude and lat.i.tude of, so to speak, our jolly old native home!”
He stopped, inserted his monocle, and glared triumphantly at the dazed Hamilton.
”What the devil are you talking about?”