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The
king
took
it
very
gingerly
,
and
laid
it
down
at
his
feet
.
As
he
did
so
I
observed
the
wizened
monkey-like
figure
creeping
from
the
shadow
of
the
hut
.
It
crept
on
all
fours
,
but
when
it
reached
the
place
where
the
king
sat
it
rose
upon
its
feet
,
and
throwing
the
furry
covering
from
its
face
,
revealed
a
most
extraordinary
and
weird
countenance
.
Apparently
it
was
that
of
a
woman
of
great
age
so
shrunken
that
in
size
it
seemed
no
larger
than
the
face
of
a
year-old
child
,
although
made
up
of
a
number
of
deep
and
yellow
wrinkles
.
Set
in
these
wrinkles
was
a
sunken
slit
,
that
represented
the
mouth
,
beneath
which
the
chin
curved
outwards
to
a
point
.
There
was
no
nose
to
speak
of
;
indeed
,
the
visage
might
have
been
taken
for
that
of
a
sun-dried
corpse
had
it
not
been
for
a
pair
of
large
black
eyes
,
still
full
of
fire
and
intelligence
,
which
gleamed
and
played
under
the
snow-white
eyebrows
,
and
the
projecting
parchment-coloured
skull
,
like
jewels
in
a
charnel-house
.
As
for
the
head
itself
,
it
was
perfectly
bare
,
and
yellow
in
hue
,
while
its
wrinkled
scalp
moved
and
contracted
like
the
hood
of
a
cobra
.
The
figure
to
which
this
fearful
countenance
belonged
,
a
countenance
so
fearful
indeed
that
it
caused
a
shiver
of
fear
to
pass
through
us
as
we
gazed
on
it
,
stood
still
for
a
moment
.
Then
suddenly
it
projected
a
skinny
claw
armed
with
nails
nearly
an
inch
long
,
and
laying
it
on
the
shoulder
of
Twala
the
king
,
began
to
speak
in
a
thin
and
piercing
voice
--
"
Listen
,
O
king
!
Listen
,
O
warriors
!
Listen
,
O
mountains
and
plains
and
rivers
,
home
of
the
Kukuana
race
!
Listen
,
O
skies
and
sun
,
O
rain
and
storm
and
mist
!
Listen
,
O
men
and
women
,
O
youths
and
maidens
,
and
O
ye
babes
unborn
!
Listen
,
all
things
that
live
and
must
die
!
Listen
,
all
dead
things
that
shall
live
again
--
again
to
die
!
Listen
,
the
spirit
of
life
is
in
me
and
I
prophesy
.
I
prophesy
!
I
prophesy
!
"
The
words
died
away
in
a
faint
wail
,
and
dread
seemed
to
seize
upon
the
hearts
of
all
who
heard
them
,
including
our
own
.
This
old
woman
was
very
terrible
.
"
Blood
!
blood
!
blood
!
rivers
of
blood
;
blood
everywhere
.
I
see
it
,
I
smell
it
,
I
taste
it
--
it
is
salt
!
it
runs
red
upon
the
ground
,
it
rains
down
from
the
skies
.
"
Footsteps
!
footsteps
!
footsteps
!
the
tread
of
the
white
man
coming
from
afar
.
It
shakes
the
earth
;
the
earth
trembles
before
her
master
.
"
Blood
is
good
,
the
red
blood
is
bright
;
there
is
no
smell
like
the
smell
of
new-shed
blood
.
The
lions
shall
lap
it
and
roar
,
the
vultures
shall
wash
their
wings
in
it
and
shriek
with
joy
.
"
I
am
old
!
I
am
old
!
I
have
seen
much
blood
;
ha
,
ha
!
but
I
shall
see
more
ere
I
die
,
and
be
merry
.
How
old
am
I
,
think
ye
?
Your
fathers
knew
me
,
and
their
fathers
knew
me
,
and
their
fathers
'
fathers
'
fathers
.
I
have
seen
the
white
man
and
know
his
desires
.
I
am
old
,
but
the
mountains
are
older
than
I.
Who
made
the
great
road
,
tell
me
?
Who
wrote
the
pictures
on
the
rocks
,
tell
me
?
Who
reared
up
the
three
Silent
Ones
yonder
,
that
gaze
across
the
pit
,
tell
me
?
"
and
she
pointed
towards
the
three
precipitous
mountains
which
we
had
noticed
on
the
previous
night
.
"
Ye
know
not
,
but
I
know
.
It
was
a
white
people
who
were
before
ye
are
,
who
shall
be
when
ye
are
not
,
who
shall
eat
you
up
and
destroy
you
.
Yea
!
yea
!
yea
!
