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"
Do
you
really
think
so
?
"
said
Good
gloomily
.
"
I
do
,
indeed
.
Your
'
beautiful
white
legs
'
and
your
eye-glass
are
now
the
features
of
our
party
,
and
as
Sir
Henry
says
,
you
must
live
up
to
them
.
Be
thankful
that
you
have
got
your
boots
on
,
and
that
the
air
is
warm
.
"
Good
sighed
,
and
said
no
more
,
but
it
took
him
a
fortnight
to
become
accustomed
to
his
new
and
scant
attire
.
"
All
that
afternoon
we
travelled
along
the
magnificent
roadway
,
which
trended
steadily
in
a
north-westerly
direction
.
Infadoos
and
Scragga
walked
with
us
,
but
their
followers
marched
about
one
hundred
paces
ahead
.
"
Infadoos
,
"
I
said
at
length
,
"
who
made
this
road
?
"
"
It
was
made
,
my
lord
,
of
old
time
,
none
know
how
or
when
,
not
even
the
wise
woman
Gagool
,
who
has
lived
for
generations
.
We
are
not
old
enough
to
remember
its
making
.
None
can
fashion
such
roads
now
,
but
the
king
suffers
no
grass
to
grow
upon
it
.
"
"
And
whose
are
the
writings
on
the
wall
of
the
caves
through
which
we
have
passed
on
the
road
?
"
I
asked
,
referring
to
the
Egyptian-like
sculptures
that
we
had
seen
.
"
My
lord
,
the
hands
that
made
the
road
wrote
the
wonderful
writings
.
We
know
not
who
wrote
them
.
"
"
When
did
the
Kukuana
people
come
into
this
country
?
"
"
My
lord
,
the
race
came
down
here
like
the
breath
of
a
storm
ten
thousand
thousand
moons
ago
,
from
the
great
lands
which
lie
there
beyond
,
"
and
he
pointed
to
the
north
.
"
They
could
travel
no
further
because
of
the
high
mountains
which
ring
in
the
land
,
so
say
the
old
voices
of
our
fathers
that
have
descended
to
us
the
children
,
and
so
says
Gagool
,
the
wise
woman
,
the
smeller
out
of
witches
,
"
and
again
he
pointed
to
the
snow-clad
peaks
.
"
The
country
,
too
,
was
good
,
so
they
settled
here
and
grew
strong
and
powerful
,
and
now
our
numbers
are
like
the
sea
sand
,
and
when
Twala
the
king
calls
up
his
regiments
their
plumes
cover
the
plain
so
far
as
the
eye
of
man
can
reach
.
"
