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I
asked
him
what
he
had
settled
to
do
with
Gagool
.
"
She
is
the
evil
genius
of
the
land
,
"
he
answered
,
"
and
I
shall
kill
her
,
and
all
the
witch
doctors
with
her
!
She
has
lived
so
long
that
none
can
remember
when
she
was
not
very
old
,
and
she
it
is
who
has
always
trained
the
witch-hunters
,
and
made
the
land
wicked
in
the
sight
of
the
heavens
above
.
"
"
Yet
she
knows
much
,
"
I
replied
;
"
it
is
easier
to
destroy
knowledge
,
Ignosi
,
than
to
gather
it
.
"
"
That
is
so
,
"
he
said
thoughtfully
.
"
She
,
and
she
only
,
knows
the
secret
of
the
'
Three
Witches
,
'
yonder
,
whither
the
great
road
runs
,
where
the
kings
are
buried
,
and
the
Silent
Ones
sit
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
the
diamonds
are
.
Forget
not
thy
promise
,
Ignosi
;
thou
must
lead
us
to
the
mines
,
even
if
thou
hast
to
spare
Gagool
alive
to
show
the
way
.
"
"
I
will
not
forget
,
Macumazahn
,
and
I
will
think
on
what
thou
sayest
.
"
After
Ignosi
's
visit
I
went
to
see
Good
,
and
found
him
quite
delirious
.
The
fever
set
up
by
his
wound
seemed
to
have
taken
a
firm
hold
of
his
system
,
and
to
be
complicated
with
an
internal
injury
.
For
four
or
five
days
his
condition
was
most
critical
;
indeed
,
I
believe
firmly
that
had
it
not
been
for
Foulata
's
indefatigable
nursing
he
must
have
died
.
Women
are
women
,
all
the
world
over
,
whatever
their
colour
.
Yet
somehow
it
seemed
curious
to
watch
this
dusky
beauty
bending
night
and
day
over
the
fevered
man
's
couch
,
and
performing
all
the
merciful
errands
of
a
sick-room
swiftly
,
gently
,
and
with
as
fine
an
instinct
as
that
of
a
trained
hospital
nurse
.
For
the
first
night
or
two
I
tried
to
help
her
,
and
so
did
Sir
Henry
as
soon
as
his
stiffness
allowed
him
to
move
,
but
Foulata
bore
our
interference
with
impatience
,
and
finally
insisted
upon
our
leaving
him
to
her
,
saying
that
our
movements
made
him
restless
,
which
I
think
was
true
.
Day
and
night
she
watched
him
and
tended
him
,
giving
him
his
only
medicine
,
a
native
cooling
drink
made
of
milk
,
in
which
was
infused
juice
from
the
bulb
of
a
species
of
tulip
,
and
keeping
the
flies
from
settling
on
him
.
I
can
see
the
whole
picture
now
as
it
appeared
night
after
night
by
the
light
of
our
primitive
lamp
;
Good
tossing
to
and
fro
,
his
features
emaciated
,
his
eyes
shining
large
and
luminous
,
and
jabbering
nonsense
by
the
yard
;
and
seated
on
the
ground
by
his
side
,
her
back
resting
against
the
wall
of
the
hut
,
the
soft-eyed
,
shapely
Kukuana
beauty
,
her
face
,
weary
as
it
was
with
her
long
vigil
,
animated
by
a
look
of
infinite
compassion
--
or
was
it
something
more
than
compassion
?
For
two
days
we
thought
that
he
must
die
,
and
crept
about
with
heavy
hearts
.
