CHAPTER 12. BEFORE THE BATTLE

Luckily for us, Infadoos and the chiefs knew all the paths of the

great town perfectly, so that we passed by side-ways unmolested, and

notwithstanding the gloom we made fair progress.

For an hour or more we journeyed on, till at length the eclipse began

to pass, and that edge of the moon which had disappeared the first

became again visible. Suddenly, as we watched, there burst from it a

silver streak of light, accompanied by a wondrous ruddy glow, which

hung upon the blackness of the sky like a celestial lamp, and a wild

and lovely sight it was. In another five minutes the stars began to

fade, and there was sufficient light to see our whereabouts. We then

discovered that we were clear of the town of Loo, and approaching a

large flat-topped hill, measuring some two miles in circumference.

This hill, which is of a formation common in South Africa, is not very

high; indeed, its greatest elevation is scarcely more than 200 feet,

but it is shaped like a horseshoe, and its sides are rather

precipitous and strewn with boulders. On the grass table-land at its

summit is ample camping-ground, which had been utilised as a military

cantonment of no mean strength. Its ordinary garrison was one regiment

of three thousand men, but as we toiled up the steep side of the

mountain in the returning moonlight we perceived that there were

several of such regiments encamped there.

Reaching the table-land at last, we found crowds of men roused from

their sleep, shivering with fear and huddled up together in the utmost

consternation at the natural phenomenon which they were witnessing.

Passing through these without a word, we gained a hut in the centre of

the ground, where we were astonished to find two men waiting, laden

with our few goods and chattels, which of course we had been obliged

to leave behind in our hasty flight.

"I sent for them," explained Infadoos; "and also for these," and he

lifted up Good's long-lost trousers.

With an exclamation of rapturous delight Good sprang at them, and

instantly proceeded to put them on.

"Surely my lord will not hide his beautiful white legs!" exclaimed

Infadoos regretfully.

But Good persisted, and once only did the Kukuana people get the

chance of seeing his beautiful legs again. Good is a very modest man.

Henceforward they had to satisfy their æsthetic longings with his one

whisker, his transparent eye, and his movable teeth.

Still gazing with fond remembrance at Good's trousers, Infadoos next

informed us that he had commanded the regiments to muster so soon as

the day broke, in order to explain to them fully the origin and

circumstances of the rebellion which was decided on by the chiefs, and

to introduce to them the rightful heir to the throne, Ignosi.

Accordingly, when the sun was up, the troops--in all some twenty

thousand men, and the flower of the Kukuana army--were mustered on a

large open space, to which we went. The men were drawn up in three

sides of a dense square, and presented a magnificent spectacle. We

took our station on the open side of the square, and were speedily

surrounded by all the principal chiefs and officers.

These, after silence had been proclaimed, Infadoos proceeded to

address. He narrated to them in vigorous and graceful language--for,

like most Kukuanas of high rank, he was a born orator--the history of

Ignosi's father, and of how he had been basely murdered by Twala the

king, and his wife and child driven out to starve. Then he pointed out

that the people suffered and groaned under Twala's cruel rule,

instancing the proceedings of the previous night, when, under pretence

of their being evil-doers, many of the noblest in the land had been

dragged forth and wickedly done to death. Next he went on to say that

the white lords from the Stars, looking down upon their country, had

perceived its trouble, and determined, at great personal

inconvenience, to alleviate its lot: That they had accordingly taken

the real king of the Kukuanas, Ignosi, who was languishing in exile,

by the hand, and led him over the mountains: That they had seen the

wickedness of Twala's doings, and for a sign to the wavering, and to

save the life of the girl Foulata, actually, by the exercise of their

high magic, had put out the moon and slain the young fiend Scragga;

and that they were prepared to stand by them, and assist them to

overthrow Twala, and set up the rightful king, Ignosi, in his place.

He finished his discourse amidst a murmur of approbation. Then Ignosi

stepped forward and began to speak. Having reiterated all that

Infadoos his uncle had said, he concluded a powerful speech in these

words:--

"O chiefs, captains, soldiers, and people, ye have heard my words. Now

must ye make choice between me and him who sits upon my throne, the

uncle who killed his brother, and hunted his brother's child forth to

die in the cold and the night. That I am indeed the king these"--

pointing to the chiefs--"can tell you, for they have seen the snake

about my middle. If I were not the king, would these white men be on

my side with all their magic? Tremble, chiefs, captains, soldiers, and

people! Is not the darkness they have brought upon the land to

confound Twala and cover our flight, darkness even in the hour of the

full moon, yet before your eyes?"

"It is," answered the soldiers.

"I am the king; I say to you, I am the king," went on Ignosi, drawing

up his great stature to its full, and lifting his broad-bladed battle-

axe above his head. "If there be any man among you who says that it is

not so, let him stand forth and I will fight him now, and his blood

shall be a red token that I tell you true. Let him stand forth, I

say;" and he shook the great axe till it flashed in the sunlight.

As nobody seemed inclined to respond to this heroic version of "Dilly,

Dilly, come and be killed," our late henchman proceeded with his

address.

"I am indeed the king, and should ye stand by my side in the battle,

if I win the day ye shall go with me to victory and honour. I will

give you oxen and wives, and ye shall take place of all the regiments;

and if ye fall, I will fall with you.

"And behold, I give you this promise, that when I sit upon the seat of

my fathers, bloodshed shall cease in the land. No longer shall ye cry

for justice to find slaughter, no longer shall the witch-finder hunt

you out so that ye may be slain without a cause. No man shall die save

he who offends against the laws. The 'eating up' of your kraals shall

cease; each one of you shall sleep secure in his own hut and fear

naught, and justice shall walk blindfold throughout the land. Have ye

chosen, chiefs, captains, soldiers, and people?"

"We have chosen, O king," came back the answer.

"It is well. Turn your heads and see how Twala's messengers go forth

from the great town, east and west, and north and south, to gather a

mighty army to slay me and you, and these my friends and protectors.

To-morrow, or perchance the next day, he will come against us with all

who are faithful to him. Then I shall see the man who is indeed my

man, the man who fears not to die for his cause; and I tell you that

he shall not be forgotten in the time of spoil. I have spoken, O

chiefs, captains, soldiers, and people. Now go to your huts and make

you ready for war."

There was a pause, till presently one of the chiefs lifted his hand,

and out rolled the royal salute, "/Koom./" It was a sign that the

soldiers accepted Ignosi as their king. Then they marched off in

battalions.

Half an hour afterwards we held a council of war, at which all the

commanders of regiments were present. It was evident to us that before

very long we should be attacked in overwhelming force. Indeed, from

our point of vantage on the hill we could see troops mustering, and

runners going forth from Loo in every direction, doubtless to summon

soldiers to the king's assistance. We had on our side about twenty

thousand men, composed of seven of the best regiments in the country.

Twala, so Infadoos and the chiefs calculated, had at least thirty to

thirty-five thousand on whom he could rely at present assembled in

Loo, and they thought that by midday on the morrow he would be able to

gather another five thousand or more to his aid. It was, of course,

possible that some of his troops would desert and come over to us, but

it was not a contingency which could be reckoned on. Meanwhile, it was

clear that active preparations were being made by Twala to subdue us.

Already strong bodies of armed men were patrolling round and round the

foot of the hill, and there were other signs also of coming assault.

Infadoos and the chiefs, however, were of opinion that no attack would

take place that day, which would be devoted to preparation and to the

removal of every available means of the moral effect produced upon the

minds of the soldiery by the supposed magical darkening of the moon.

The onslaught would be on the morrow, they said, and they proved to be

right.

Meanwhile, we set to work to strengthen the position in all ways

possible. Almost every man was turned out, and in the course of the

day, which seemed far too short, much was done. The paths up the hill

--that was rather a sanatorium than a fortress, being used generally

as the camping place of regiments suffering from recent service in

unhealthy portions of the country--were carefully blocked with masses

of stones, and every other approach was made as impregnable as time

would allow. Piles of boulders were collected at various spots to be

rolled down upon an advancing enemy, stations were appointed to the

different regiments, and all preparation was made which our joint

ingenuity could suggest.

Just before sundown, as we rested after our toil, we perceived a small

company of men advancing towards us from the direction of Loo, one of

whom bore a palm leaf in his hand for a sign that he came as a herald.

As he drew near, Ignosi, Infadoos, one or two chiefs and ourselves,

went down to the foot of the mountain to meet him. He was a gallant-

looking fellow, wearing the regulation leopard-skin cloak.

"Greeting!" he cried, as he came; "the king's greeting to those who

make unholy war against the king; the lion's greeting to the jackals

that snarl around his heels."

"Speak," I said.

"These are the king's words. Surrender to the king's mercy ere a worse

thing befall you. Already the shoulder has been torn from the black

bull, and the king drives him bleeding about the camp."[*]

[*] This cruel custom is not confined to the Kukuanas, but is by no

means uncommon amongst African tribes on the occasion of the

outbreak of war or any other important public event.--A.Q.

"What are Twala's terms?" I asked from curiosity.

"His terms are merciful, worthy of a great king. These are the words

of Twala, the one-eyed, the mighty, the husband of a thousand wives,

lord of the Kukuanas, keeper of the Great Road (Solomon's Road),

beloved of the Strange Ones who sit in silence at the mountains yonder

(the Three Witches), Calf of the Black Cow, Elephant whose tread

shakes the earth, Terror of the evil-doer, Ostrich whose feet devour

the desert, huge One, black One, wise One, king from generation to

generation! these are the words of Twala: 'I will have mercy and be

satisfied with a little blood. One in every ten shall die, the rest

shall go free; but the white man Incubu, who slew Scragga my son, and

the black man his servant, who pretends to my throne, and Infadoos my

brother, who brews rebellion against me, these shall die by torture as

an offering to the Silent Ones.' Such are the merciful words of

Twala."

After consulting with the others a little, I answered him in a loud

voice, so that the soldiers might hear, thus--

"Go back, thou dog, to Twala, who sent thee, and say that we, Ignosi,

veritable king of the Kukuanas, Incubu, Bougwan, and Macumazahn, the

wise ones from the Stars, who make dark the moon, Infadoos, of the

royal house, and the chiefs, captains, and people here gathered, make

answer and say, 'That we will not surrender; that before the sun has

gone down twice, Twala's corpse shall stiffen at Twala's gate, and

Ignosi, whose father Twala slew, shall reign in his stead.' Now go,

ere we whip thee away, and beware how thou dost lift a hand against

such as we are."

The herald laughed loudly. "Ye frighten not men with such swelling

words," he cried out. "Show yourselves as bold to-morrow, O ye who

darken the moon. Be bold, fight, and be merry, before the crows pick

your bones till they are whiter than your faces. Farewell; perhaps we

may meet in the fight; fly not to the Stars, but wait for me, I pray,

white men." With this shaft of sarcasm he retired, and almost

immediately the sun sank.

That night was a busy one, for weary as we were, so far as was

possible by the moonlight all preparations for the morrow's fight were

continued, and messengers were constantly coming and going from the

place where we sat in council. At last, about an hour after midnight,

everything that could be done was done, and the camp, save for the

occasional challenge of a sentry, sank into silence. Sir Henry and I,

accompanied by Ignosi and one of the chiefs, descended the hill and

made a round of the pickets. As we went, suddenly, from all sorts of

unexpected places, spears gleamed out in the moonlight, only to vanish

again when we uttered the password. It was clear to us that none were

sleeping at their posts. Then we returned, picking our way warily

through thousands of sleeping warriors, many of whom were taking their

last earthly rest.

The moonlight flickering along their spears, played upon their

features and made them ghastly; the chilly night wind tossed their

tall and hearse-like plumes. There they lay in wild confusion, with

arms outstretched and twisted limbs; their stern, stalwart forms

looking weird and unhuman in the moonlight.

"How many of these do you suppose will be alive at this time

to-morrow?" asked Sir Henry.

I shook my head and looked again at the sleeping men, and to my tired

and yet excited imagination it seemed as though Death had already

touched them. My mind's eye singled out those who were sealed to

slaughter, and there rushed in upon my heart a great sense of the

mystery of human life, and an overwhelming sorrow at its futility and

sadness. To-night these thousand slept their healthy sleep, to-morrow

they, and many others with them, ourselves perhaps among them, would

be stiffening in the cold; their wives would be widows, their children

fatherless, and their place know them no more for ever. Only the old

moon would shine on serenely, the night wind would stir the grasses,

and the wide earth would take its rest, even as it did æons before we

were, and will do æons after we have been forgotten.

Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his

monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he

breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the

words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain

gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of

life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the

end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also!

Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres,

but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having

once been, can never /die/, though they blend and change, and change

again for ever.

All sorts of reflections of this nature passed through my mind--for as

I grow older I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems

to be getting a hold of me--while I stood and stared at those grim yet

fantastic lines of warriors, sleeping, as their saying goes, "upon

their spears."

"Curtis," I said, "I am in a condition of pitiable fear."

Sir Henry stroked his yellow beard and laughed, as he answered--

"I have heard you make that sort of remark before, Quatermain."

"Well, I mean it now. Do you know, I very much doubt if one of us will

be alive to-morrow night. We shall be attacked in overwhelming force,

and it is quite a chance if we can hold this place."

"We'll give a good account of some of them, at any rate. Look here,

Quatermain, this business is nasty, and one with which, properly

speaking, we ought not to be mixed up, but we are in for it, so we

must make the best of our job. Speaking personally, I had rather be

killed fighting than any other way, and now that there seems little

chance of our finding my poor brother, it makes the idea easier to me.

But fortune favours the brave, and we may succeed. Anyway, the battle

will be awful, and having a reputation to keep up, we shall need to be

in the thick of the thing."

He made this last remark in a mournful voice, but there was a gleam in

his eye which belied its melancholy. I have an idea Sir Henry Curtis

actually likes fighting.

After this we went to sleep for a couple of hours or so.

Just about dawn we were awakened by Infadoos, who came to say that

great activity was to be observed in Loo, and that parties of the

king's skirmishers were driving in our outposts.

We rose and dressed ourselves for the fray, each putting on his chain

armour shirt, for which garments at the present juncture we felt

exceedingly thankful. Sir Henry went the whole length about the

matter, and dressed himself like a native warrior. "When you are in

Kukuanaland, do as the Kukuanas do," he remarked, as he drew the

shining steel over his broad breast, which it fitted like a glove. Nor

did he stop there. At his request Infadoos had provided him with a

complete set of native war uniform. Round his throat he fastened the

leopard-skin cloak of a commanding officer, on his brows he bound the

plume of black ostrich feathers worn only by generals of high rank,

and about his middle a magnificent moocha of white ox-tails. A pair of

sandals, a leglet of goat's hair, a heavy battle-axe with a

rhinoceros-horn handle, a round iron shield covered with white ox-

hide, and the regulation number of /tollas/, or throwing-knives, made

up his equipment, to which, however, he added his revolver. The dress

was, no doubt, a savage one, but I am bound to say that I seldom saw a

finer sight than Sir Henry Curtis presented in this guise. It showed

off his magnificent physique to the greatest advantage, and when

Ignosi arrived presently, arrayed in a similar costume, I thought to

myself that I had never before seen two such splendid men.

As for Good and myself, the armour did not suit us nearly so well. To

begin with, Good insisted upon keeping on his new-found trousers, and

a stout, short gentleman with an eye-glass, and one half of his face

shaved, arrayed in a mail shirt, carefully tucked into a very seedy

pair of corduroys, looks more remarkable than imposing. In my case,

the chain shirt being too big for me, I put it on over all my clothes,

which caused it to bulge in a somewhat ungainly fashion. I discarded

my trousers, however, retaining only my veldtschoons, having

determined to go into battle with bare legs, in order to be the

lighter for running, in case it became necessary to retire quickly.

The mail coat, a spear, a shield, that I did not know how to use, a

couple of /tollas/, a revolver, and a huge plume, which I pinned into

the top of my shooting hat, in order to give a bloodthirsty finish to

my appearance, completed my modest equipment. In addition to all these

articles, of course we had our rifles, but as ammunition was scarce,

and as they would be useless in case of a charge, we arranged that

they should be carried behind us by bearers.

When at length we had equipped ourselves, we swallowed some food

hastily, and then started out to see how things were going on. At one

point in the table-land of the mountain, there was a little koppie of

brown stone, which served the double purpose of head-quarters and of a

conning tower. Here we found Infadoos surrounded by his own regiment,

the Greys, which was undoubtedly the finest in the Kukuana army, and

the same that we had first seen at the outlying kraal. This regiment,

now three thousand five hundred strong, was being held in reserve, and

the men were lying down on the grass in companies, and watching the

king's forces creep out of Loo in long ant-like columns. There seemed

to be no end to the length of these columns--three in all, and each of

them numbering, as we judged, at least eleven or twelve thousand men.

As soon as they were clear of the town the regiments formed up. Then

one body marched off to the right, one to the left, and the third came

on slowly towards us.

"Ah," said Infadoos, "they are going to attack us on three sides at

once."

This seemed rather serious news, for our position on the top of the

mountain, which measured a mile and a half in circumference, being an

extended one, it was important to us to concentrate our comparatively

small defending force as much as possible. But since it was impossible

for us to dictate in what way we should be assailed, we had to make

the best of it, and accordingly sent orders to the various regiments

to prepare to receive the separate onslaughts.

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