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"
The
fate
thou
gavest
to
my
father
,
whose
throne
thou
hast
sat
on
these
many
years
!
"
was
the
stern
answer
.
"
It
is
good
.
I
will
show
thee
how
to
die
,
that
thou
mayest
remember
it
against
thine
own
time
.
See
,
the
sun
sinks
in
blood
,
"
and
he
pointed
with
his
battle-axe
towards
the
setting
orb
;
"
it
is
well
that
my
sun
should
go
down
in
its
company
.
And
now
,
O
king
!
I
am
ready
to
die
,
but
I
crave
the
boon
of
the
Kukuana
royal
House
to
die
fighting
.
Thou
canst
refuse
it
,
or
even
those
cowards
who
fled
today
will
hold
thee
shamed
.
"
"
It
is
granted
.
Choose
--
with
whom
wilt
thou
fight
?
Myself
I
can
not
fight
with
thee
,
for
the
king
fights
not
except
in
war
.
"
Twala
's
sombre
eye
ran
up
and
down
our
ranks
,
and
I
felt
,
as
for
a
moment
it
rested
on
myself
,
that
the
position
had
developed
a
new
horror
.
What
if
he
chose
to
begin
by
fighting
me
?
What
chance
should
I
have
against
a
desperate
savage
six
feet
five
high
,
and
broad
in
proportion
?
I
might
as
well
commit
suicide
at
once
.
Hastily
I
made
up
my
mind
to
decline
the
combat
,
even
if
I
were
hooted
out
of
Kukuanaland
as
a
consequence
.
It
is
,
I
think
,
better
to
be
hooted
than
to
be
quartered
with
a
battle-axe
.
Presently
Twala
spoke
.
"
Incubu
,
what
sayest
thou
,
shall
we
end
what
we
began
today
,
or
shall
I
call
thee
coward
,
white
--
even
to
the
liver
?
"
"
Nay
,
"
interposed
Ignosi
hastily
;
"
thou
shalt
not
fight
with
Incubu
.
"
"
Not
if
he
is
afraid
,
"
said
Twala
.
Unfortunately
Sir
Henry
understood
this
remark
,
and
the
blood
flamed
up
into
his
cheeks
.
