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All
this
while
we
had
been
advancing
steadily
towards
the
centre
of
the
open
space
,
in
the
midst
of
which
were
placed
some
stools
.
As
we
proceeded
we
perceived
another
small
party
coming
from
the
direction
of
the
royal
hut
.
"
It
is
the
king
Twala
,
Scragga
his
son
,
and
Gagool
the
old
;
and
see
,
with
them
are
those
who
slay
,
"
said
Infadoos
,
pointing
to
a
little
group
of
about
a
dozen
gigantic
and
savage-looking
men
,
armed
with
spears
in
one
hand
and
heavy
kerries
in
the
other
.
The
king
seated
himself
upon
the
centre
stool
,
Gagool
crouched
at
his
feet
,
and
the
others
stood
behind
him
.
"
Greeting
,
white
lords
,
"
Twala
cried
,
as
we
came
up
;
"
be
seated
,
waste
not
precious
time
--
the
night
is
all
too
short
for
the
deeds
that
must
be
done
.
Ye
come
in
a
good
hour
,
and
shall
see
a
glorious
show
.
Look
round
,
white
lords
;
look
round
,
"
and
he
rolled
his
one
wicked
eye
from
regiment
to
regiment
.
"
Can
the
Stars
show
you
such
a
sight
as
this
?
See
how
they
shake
in
their
wickedness
,
all
those
who
have
evil
in
their
hearts
and
fear
the
judgment
of
'
Heaven
above
.
'
"
"
Begin
!
begin
!
"
piped
Gagool
,
in
her
thin
piercing
voice
;
"
the
hyænas
are
hungry
,
they
howl
for
food
.
Begin
!
begin
!
"
Then
for
a
moment
there
was
intense
stillness
,
made
horrible
by
a
presage
of
what
was
to
come
.
The
king
lifted
his
spear
,
and
suddenly
twenty
thousand
feet
were
raised
,
as
though
they
belonged
to
one
man
,
and
brought
down
with
a
stamp
upon
the
earth
.
This
was
repeated
three
times
,
causing
the
solid
ground
to
shake
and
tremble
.
Then
from
a
far
point
of
the
circle
a
solitary
voice
began
a
wailing
song
,
of
which
the
refrain
ran
something
as
follows
:
--
"
What
is
the
lot
of
man
born
of
woman
?
"
Back
came
the
answer
rolling
out
from
every
throat
in
that
vast
company
--
"
Death
!
"
