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Thus
was
my
prophecy
to
the
herald
fulfilled
,
and
within
the
forty-eight
hours
Twala
's
headless
corpse
was
stiffening
at
Twala
's
gate
.
After
the
fight
was
ended
,
Sir
Henry
and
Good
were
carried
into
Twala
's
hut
,
where
I
joined
them
.
They
were
both
utterly
exhausted
by
exertion
and
loss
of
blood
,
and
,
indeed
,
my
own
condition
was
little
better
.
I
am
very
wiry
,
and
can
stand
more
fatigue
than
most
men
,
probably
on
account
of
my
light
weight
and
long
training
;
but
that
night
I
was
quite
done
up
,
and
,
as
is
always
the
case
with
me
when
exhausted
,
that
old
wound
which
the
lion
gave
me
began
to
pain
.
Also
my
head
was
aching
violently
from
the
blow
I
had
received
in
the
morning
,
when
I
was
knocked
senseless
.
Altogether
,
a
more
miserable
trio
than
we
were
that
evening
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
discover
;
and
our
only
comfort
lay
in
the
reflection
that
we
were
exceedingly
fortunate
to
be
there
to
feel
miserable
,
instead
of
being
stretched
dead
upon
the
plain
,
as
so
many
thousands
of
brave
men
were
that
night
,
who
had
risen
well
and
strong
in
the
morning
.
Somehow
,
with
the
assistance
of
the
beautiful
Foulata
,
who
,
since
we
had
been
the
means
of
saving
her
life
,
had
constituted
herself
our
handmaiden
,
and
especially
Good
's
,
we
managed
to
get
off
the
chain
shirts
,
which
had
certainly
saved
the
lives
of
two
of
us
that
day
.
As
I
expected
,
we
found
that
the
flesh
underneath
was
terribly
contused
,
for
though
the
steel
links
had
kept
the
weapons
from
entering
,
they
had
not
prevented
them
from
bruising
.
Both
Sir
Henry
and
Good
were
a
mass
of
contusions
,
and
I
was
by
no
means
free
.
As
a
remedy
Foulata
brought
us
some
pounded
green
leaves
,
with
an
aromatic
odour
,
which
,
when
applied
as
a
plaster
,
gave
us
considerable
relief
.
But
though
the
bruises
were
painful
,
they
did
not
give
us
such
anxiety
as
Sir
Henry
's
and
Good
's
wounds
.
Good
had
a
hole
right
through
the
fleshy
part
of
his
"
beautiful
white
leg
,
"
from
which
he
had
lost
a
great
deal
of
blood
;
and
Sir
Henry
,
with
other
hurts
,
had
a
deep
cut
over
the
jaw
,
inflicted
by
Twala
's
battle-axe
.
Luckily
Good
is
a
very
decent
surgeon
,
and
so
soon
as
his
small
box
of
medicines
was
forthcoming
,
having
thoroughly
cleansed
the
wounds
,
he
managed
to
stitch
up
first
Sir
Henry
's
and
then
his
own
pretty
satisfactorily
,
considering
the
imperfect
light
given
by
the
primitive
Kukuana
lamp
in
the
hut
.
Afterwards
he
plentifully
smeared
the
injured
places
with
some
antiseptic
ointment
,
of
which
there
was
a
pot
in
the
little
box
,
and
we
covered
them
with
the
remains
of
a
pocket-handkerchief
which
we
possessed
.
Meanwhile
Foulata
had
prepared
us
some
strong
broth
,
for
we
were
too
weary
to
eat
.
This
we
swallowed
,
and
then
threw
ourselves
down
on
the
piles
of
magnificent
karrosses
,
or
fur
rugs
,
which
were
scattered
about
the
dead
king
's
great
hut
.
By
a
very
strange
instance
of
the
irony
of
fate
,
it
was
on
Twala
's
own
couch
,
and
wrapped
in
Twala
's
own
particular
karross
,
that
Sir
Henry
,
the
man
who
had
slain
him
,
slept
that
night
.
I
say
slept
;
but
after
that
day
's
work
,
sleep
was
indeed
difficult
.
To
begin
with
,
in
very
truth
the
air
was
full
"
Of
farewells
to
the
dying
And
mournings
for
the
dead
.
"
From
every
direction
came
the
sound
of
the
wailing
of
women
whose
husbands
,
sons
,
and
brothers
had
perished
in
the
battle
.
No
wonder
that
they
wailed
,
for
over
twelve
thousand
men
,
or
nearly
a
fifth
of
the
Kukuana
army
,
had
been
destroyed
in
that
awful
struggle
.
It
was
heart-rending
to
lie
and
listen
to
their
cries
for
those
who
never
would
return
;
and
it
made
me
understand
the
full
horror
of
the
work
done
that
day
to
further
man
's
ambition
.
Towards
midnight
,
however
,
the
ceaseless
crying
of
the
women
grew
less
frequent
,
till
at
length
the
silence
was
only
broken
at
intervals
of
a
few
minutes
by
a
long
piercing
howl
that
came
from
a
hut
in
our
immediate
rear
,
which
,
as
I
afterwards
discovered
,
proceeded
from
Gagool
"
keening
"
over
the
dead
king
Twala
.
