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In
another
second
Good
had
wrung
us
both
by
the
hand
and
gone
;
and
then
Infadoos
came
up
and
led
off
Sir
Henry
to
his
place
in
the
forefront
of
the
Greys
,
whilst
,
with
many
misgivings
,
I
departed
with
Ignosi
to
my
station
in
the
second
attacking
regiment
.
In
a
few
more
minutes
the
regiments
destined
to
carry
out
the
flanking
movements
had
tramped
off
in
silence
,
keeping
carefully
to
the
lee
of
the
rising
ground
in
order
to
conceal
their
advance
from
the
keen
eyes
of
Twala
's
scouts
.
Half
an
hour
or
more
was
allowed
to
elapse
between
the
setting
out
of
the
horns
or
wings
of
the
army
before
any
stir
was
made
by
the
Greys
and
their
supporting
regiment
,
known
as
the
Buffaloes
,
which
formed
its
chest
,
and
were
destined
to
bear
the
brunt
of
the
battle
.
Both
of
these
regiments
were
almost
perfectly
fresh
,
and
of
full
strength
,
the
Greys
having
been
in
reserve
in
the
morning
,
and
having
lost
but
a
small
number
of
men
in
sweeping
back
that
part
of
the
attack
which
had
proved
successful
in
breaking
the
line
of
defence
,
on
the
occasion
when
I
charged
with
them
and
was
stunned
for
my
pains
.
As
for
the
Buffaloes
,
they
had
formed
the
third
line
of
defence
on
the
left
,
and
since
the
attacking
force
at
that
point
had
not
succeeded
in
breaking
through
the
second
,
they
had
scarcely
come
into
action
at
all
.
Infadoos
,
who
was
a
wary
old
general
,
and
knew
the
absolute
importance
of
keeping
up
the
spirits
of
his
men
on
the
eve
of
such
a
desperate
encounter
,
employed
the
pause
in
addressing
his
own
regiment
,
the
Greys
,
in
poetical
language
:
explaining
to
them
the
honour
that
they
were
receiving
in
being
put
thus
in
the
forefront
of
the
battle
,
and
in
having
the
great
white
warrior
from
the
Stars
to
fight
with
them
in
their
ranks
;
and
promising
large
rewards
of
cattle
and
promotion
to
all
who
survived
in
the
event
of
Ignosi
's
arms
being
successful
.
I
looked
down
the
long
lines
of
waving
black
plumes
and
stern
faces
beneath
them
,
and
sighed
to
think
that
within
one
short
hour
most
,
if
not
all
,
of
those
magnificent
veteran
warriors
,
not
a
man
of
whom
was
under
forty
years
of
age
,
would
be
laid
dead
or
dying
in
the
dust
.
It
could
not
be
otherwise
;
they
were
being
condemned
,
with
that
wise
recklessness
of
human
life
which
marks
the
great
general
,
and
often
saves
his
forces
and
attains
his
ends
,
to
certain
slaughter
,
in
order
to
give
their
cause
and
the
remainder
of
the
army
a
chance
of
success
.
They
were
foredoomed
to
die
,
and
they
knew
the
truth
.
It
was
to
be
their
task
to
engage
regiment
after
regiment
of
Twala
's
army
on
the
narrow
strip
of
green
beneath
us
,
till
they
were
exterminated
or
till
the
wings
found
a
favourable
opportunity
for
their
onslaught
.
And
yet
they
never
hesitated
,
nor
could
I
detect
a
sign
of
fear
upon
the
face
of
a
single
warrior
.
There
they
were
--
going
to
certain
death
,
about
to
quit
the
blessed
light
of
day
for
ever
,
and
yet
able
to
contemplate
their
doom
without
a
tremor
.
Even
at
that
moment
I
could
not
help
contrasting
their
state
of
mind
with
my
own
,
which
was
far
from
comfortable
,
and
breathing
a
sigh
of
envy
and
admiration
.
Never
before
had
I
seen
such
an
absolute
devotion
to
the
idea
of
duty
,
and
such
a
complete
indifference
to
its
bitter
fruits
.
"
Behold
your
king
!
"
ended
old
Infadoos
,
pointing
to
Ignosi
;
"
go
fight
and
fall
for
him
,
as
is
the
duty
of
brave
men
,
and
cursed
and
shameful
for
ever
be
the
name
of
him
who
shrinks
from
death
for
his
king
,
or
who
turns
his
back
to
the
foe
.
Behold
your
king
,
chiefs
,
captains
,
and
soldiers
!
Now
do
your
homage
to
the
sacred
Snake
,
and
then
follow
on
,
that
Incubu
and
I
may
show
you
a
road
to
the
heart
of
Twala
's
host
.
"
There
was
a
moment
's
pause
,
then
suddenly
a
murmur
arose
from
the
serried
phalanxes
before
us
,
a
sound
like
the
distant
whisper
of
the
sea
,
caused
by
the
gentle
tapping
of
the
handles
of
six
thousand
spears
against
their
holders
'
shields
.
Slowly
it
swelled
,
till
its
growing
volume
deepened
and
widened
into
a
roar
of
rolling
noise
,
that
echoed
like
thunder
against
the
mountains
,
and
filled
the
air
with
heavy
waves
of
sound
.
Then
it
decreased
,
and
by
faint
degrees
died
away
into
nothing
,
and
suddenly
out
crashed
the
royal
salute
.
Ignosi
,
I
thought
to
myself
,
might
well
be
a
proud
man
that
day
,
for
no
Roman
emperor
ever
had
such
a
salutation
from
gladiators
"
about
to
die
.
"
