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Accordingly
,
orders
having
been
issued
to
the
remaining
ninety
men
of
the
Greys
to
employ
themselves
in
collecting
the
wounded
,
we
joined
Ignosi
,
who
informed
us
that
he
was
pressing
on
to
Loo
to
complete
the
victory
by
capturing
Twala
,
if
that
should
be
possible
.
Before
we
had
gone
far
,
suddenly
we
discovered
the
figure
of
Good
sitting
on
an
ant-heap
about
one
hundred
paces
from
us
.
Close
beside
him
was
the
body
of
a
Kukuana
.
"
He
must
be
wounded
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
anxiously
.
As
he
made
the
remark
,
an
untoward
thing
happened
.
The
dead
body
of
the
Kukuana
soldier
,
or
rather
what
had
appeared
to
be
his
dead
body
,
suddenly
sprang
up
,
knocked
Good
head
over
heels
off
the
ant-heap
,
and
began
to
spear
him
.
We
rushed
forward
in
terror
,
and
as
we
drew
near
we
saw
the
brawny
warrior
making
dig
after
dig
at
the
prostrate
Good
,
who
at
each
prod
jerked
all
his
limbs
into
the
air
.
Seeing
us
coming
,
the
Kukuana
gave
one
final
and
most
vicious
dig
,
and
with
a
shout
of
"
Take
that
,
wizard
!
"
bolted
away
.
Good
did
not
move
,
and
we
concluded
that
our
poor
comrade
was
done
for
.
Sadly
we
came
towards
him
,
and
were
astonished
to
find
him
pale
and
faint
indeed
,
but
with
a
serene
smile
upon
his
face
,
and
his
eyeglass
still
fixed
in
his
eye
.
"
Capital
armour
this
,
"
he
murmured
,
on
catching
sight
of
our
faces
bending
over
him
.
"
How
sold
that
beggar
must
have
been
,
"
and
then
he
fainted
.
On
examination
we
discovered
that
he
had
been
seriously
wounded
in
the
leg
by
a
tolla
in
the
course
of
the
pursuit
,
but
that
the
chain
armour
had
prevented
his
last
assailant
's
spear
from
doing
anything
more
than
bruise
him
badly
.
It
was
a
merciful
escape
.
As
nothing
could
be
done
for
him
at
the
moment
,
he
was
placed
on
one
of
the
wicker
shields
used
for
the
wounded
,
and
carried
along
with
us
.
On
arriving
before
the
nearest
gate
of
Loo
we
found
one
of
our
regiments
watching
it
in
obedience
to
orders
received
from
Ignosi
.
The
other
regiments
were
in
the
same
way
guarding
the
different
exits
to
the
town
.
The
officer
in
command
of
this
regiment
saluted
Ignosi
as
king
,
and
informed
him
that
Twala
's
army
had
taken
refuge
in
the
town
,
whither
Twala
himself
had
also
escaped
,
but
he
thought
that
they
were
thoroughly
demoralised
,
and
would
surrender
.
Thereupon
Ignosi
,
after
taking
counsel
with
us
,
sent
forward
heralds
to
each
gate
ordering
the
defenders
to
open
,
and
promising
on
his
royal
word
life
and
forgiveness
to
every
soldier
who
laid
down
his
arms
,
but
saying
that
if
they
did
not
do
so
before
nightfall
he
would
certainly
burn
the
town
and
all
within
its
gates
.
This
message
was
not
without
its
effect
.
Half
an
hour
later
,
amid
the
shouts
and
cheers
of
the
Buffaloes
,
the
bridge
was
dropped
across
the
fosse
,
and
the
gates
upon
the
further
side
were
flung
open
.
Taking
due
precautions
against
treachery
,
we
marched
on
into
the
town
.
All
along
the
roadways
stood
thousands
of
dejected
warriors
,
their
heads
drooping
,
and
their
shields
and
spears
at
their
feet
,
who
,
headed
by
their
officers
,
saluted
Ignosi
as
king
as
he
passed
.
On
we
marched
,
straight
to
Twala
's
kraal
.
When
we
reached
the
great
space
,
where
a
day
or
two
previously
we
had
seen
the
review
and
the
witch
hunt
,
we
found
it
deserted
.
No
,
not
quite
deserted
,
for
there
,
on
the
further
side
,
in
front
of
his
hut
,
sat
Twala
himself
,
with
but
one
attendant
--
Gagool
.
It
was
a
melancholy
sight
to
see
him
seated
,
his
battle-axe
and
shield
by
his
side
,
his
chin
upon
his
mailed
breast
,
with
but
one
old
crone
for
companion
,
and
notwithstanding
his
crimes
and
misdeeds
,
a
pang
of
compassion
shot
through
me
as
I
looked
upon
Twala
thus
"
fallen
from
his
high
estate
.
"
Not
a
soldier
of
all
his
armies
,
not
a
courtier
out
of
the
hundreds
who
had
cringed
round
him
,
not
even
a
solitary
wife
,
remained
to
share
his
fate
or
halve
the
bitterness
of
his
fall
.
Poor
savage
!
he
was
learning
the
lesson
which
Fate
teaches
to
most
of
us
who
live
long
enough
,
that
the
eyes
of
mankind
are
blind
to
the
discredited
,
and
that
he
who
is
defenceless
and
fallen
finds
few
friends
and
little
mercy
.
Nor
,
indeed
,
in
this
case
did
he
deserve
any
.
Filing
through
the
kraal
gate
,
we
marched
across
the
open
space
to
where
the
ex-king
sat
.
When
within
about
fifty
yards
of
him
the
regiment
was
halted
,
and
accompanied
only
by
a
small
guard
we
advanced
towards
him
,
Gagool
reviling
us
bitterly
as
we
came
.
As
we
drew
near
,
Twala
,
for
the
first
time
,
lifted
his
plumed
head
,
and
fixed
his
one
eye
,
which
seemed
to
flash
with
suppressed
fury
almost
as
brightly
as
the
great
diamond
bound
round
his
forehead
,
upon
his
successful
rival
--
Ignosi
.
"
Hail
,
O
king
!
"
he
said
,
with
bitter
mockery
;
"
thou
who
hast
eaten
of
my
bread
,
and
now
by
the
aid
of
the
white
man
's
magic
hast
seduced
my
regiments
and
defeated
mine
army
,
hail
!
What
fate
hast
thou
in
store
for
me
,
O
king
?
"
