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he　was　beyond　human　help；　for　Jana　seemed　to　have　crushed　most　of　his

ribs　in　his　iron　trunk。　We　carried　him　to　one　of　the　priest's　cells

and　there　I　watched　him　till　the　end；　which　came　at　sundown。



Before　he　died　he　became　quite　conscious　and　talked　with　me　a　good

deal。



〃Don't　grieve　about　missing　Jana；　Baas；〃　he　said；　〃for　it　wasn't　you

who　missed　him　but　some　devil　that　turned　your　bullets。　You　see；　Baas；

he　was　bewitched　against　you　white　men。　When　you　look　at　him　closely

you　will　find　that　the　Lord　Igeza　missed　him　also〃　（strange　as　it　may

seem；　this　proved　to　be　the　case）；　〃and　when　you　managed　to　hit　the

tip　of　his　tusk　with　the　last　ball　the　magic　was　wearing　off　him；

that's　all。　But；　Baas；　those　Black　Kendah　wizards　forgot　to　bewitch

him　against　the　little　yellow　man；　of　whom　they　took　no　account。　So　I

hit　him　sure　enough　every　time　I　fired　at　him；　and　I　hope　he　liked　the

taste　of　my　bullets　in　that　great　mouth　of　his。　He　knew　who　had　sent

them　there　very　well。　That's　why　he　left　you　alone　and　made　for　me；　as

I　had　hoped　he　would。　Oh！　Baas；　I　die　happy；　quite　happy　since　I　have

killed　Jana　and　he　caught　me　and　not　you；　me　who　was　nearly　finished

anyhow。　For；　Baas；　though　I　didn't　say　anything　about　it；　a　thrown

spear　struck　my　groin　when　I　went　down　among　the　Black　Kendah　this

morning。　It　was　only　a　small　cut；　which　bled　little；　but　as　the

fighting　went　on　something　gave　way　and　my　inside　began　to　come

through　it；　though　I　tied　it　up　with　a　bit　of　cloth；　which　of　course

means　death　in　a　day　or　two。〃　（Subsequent　examination　showed　me　that

Hans's　story　of　this　wound　was　perfectly　true。　He　could　not　have　lived

for　very　long。）



〃Baas；〃　he　went　on　after　a　pause；　〃no　doubt　I　shall　meet　that　Zulu

lady　Mameena　to…night。　Tell　me；　is　she　really　entitled　to　the　royal

salute？　Because　if　not；　when　I　am　as　much　a　spook　as　she　is　I　will　not

give　it　to　her　again。　She　never　gave　me　my　titles；　which　are　good　ones

in　their　way；　so　why　should　I　give　her　the　/Bayéte/；　unless　it　is　hers

by　right　of　blood；　although　I　am　only　a　little　'yellow　dog'　as　she

chose　to　call　me？〃



As　this　ridiculous　point　seemed　to　weigh　upon　his　mind　I　told　him　that

Mameena　was　not　even　of　royal　blood　and　in　nowise　entitled　to　the

salute　of　kings。



〃Ah！〃　he　said　with　a　feeble　grin；　〃then　now　I　shall　know　how　to　deal

with　her；　especially　as　she　cannot　pretend　that　I　did　not　play　my　part

in　the　battle；　as　she　bade　me　do。　Did　you　see　anything　of　her　when

Jana　charged；　Baas；　because　I　thought　I　did？〃



〃I　seemed　to　see　something；　but　no　doubt　it　was　only　a　fancy。〃



〃A　fancy？　Explain　to　me；　Baas；　where　truths　end　and　fancies　begin　and

whether　what　we　think　are　fancies　are　not　sometimes　the　real　truths。

Once　or　twice　I　have　thought　so　of　late；　Baas。〃



I　could　not　answer　this　riddle；　so　instead　I　gave　him　some　water　which

he　asked　for；　and　he　continued：



〃Baas；　have　you　any　messages　for　the　two　Shining　ones；　for　her　whose

name　is　holy　and　her　sister；　and　for　the　child　of　her　whose　name　is

holy；　the　Missie　Marie；　and　for　your　reverend　father；　the　Predikant？

If　so；　tell　it　quickly　before　my　head　grows　too　empty　to　hold　the

words。〃



I　will　confess；　however　foolish　it　may　seem；　that　I　gave　him　certain

messages；　but　what　they　were　I　shall　not　write　down。　Let　them　remain

secret　between　me　and　him。　Yes；　between　me　and　him　and　perhaps　those

to　whom　they　were　to　be　delivered。　For　after　all；　in　his　own　words；

who　can　know　exactly　where　fancies　end　and　truth　begin；　and　whether　at

times　fancies　are　not　the　veritable　truths　in　this　universal　mystery

of　which　the　individual　life　of　each　of　us　is　so　small　a　part？



Hans　repeated　what　I　had　spoken　to　him　word　for　word；　as　a　native

does；　repeated　it　twice　over；　after　which　he　said　he　knew　it　by　heart

and　remained　silent　for　a　long　while。　Then　he　asked　me　to　lift　him　up

in　the　doorway　of　the　cell　so　that　he　might　look　at　the　sun　setting

for　the　last　time；　〃for；　Baas；〃　he　added；　〃I　think　I　am　going　far

beyond　the　sun。〃



He　stared　at　it　for　a　while；　remarking　that　from　the　look　of　the　sky

there　should　be　fine　weather　coming；　〃which　will　be　good　for　your

journey　towards　the　Black　Water；　Baas；　with　all　that　ivory　to　carry。〃



I　answered　that　perhaps　I　should　never　get　the　ivory　from　the

graveyard　of　the　elephants；　as　the　Black　Kendah　might　prevent　this。



〃No；　no；　Baas；〃　he　replied；　〃now　that　Jana　is　dead　the　Black　Kendah

will　go　away。　I　know　it；　I　know　it！〃



Then　he　wandered　for　a　space；　speaking　of　sundry　adventures　we　had

shared　together；　till　quite　before　the　last　indeed；　when　his　mind

returned　to　him。



〃Baas；〃　he　said；　〃did　not　the　captain　Mavovo　name　me　Light…in…

Darkness；　and　is　not　that　my　name？　When　you　too　enter　the　Darkness；

look　for　that　Light；　it　will　be　shining　very　close　to　you。〃



He　only　spoke　once　more。　His　words　were：



〃Baas；　I　understand　now　what　your　reverend　father；　the　Predikant；

meant　when　he　spoke　to　me　about　Love　last　night。　It　had　nothing　to　do

with　women；　Baas；　at　least　not　much。　It　was　something　a　great　deal

bigger；　Baas；　something　as　big　as　what　I　feel　for　you！〃



Then　Hans　died　with　a　smile　on　his　wrinkled　face。



I　wept！







CHAPTER　XXI



HOMEWARDS



There　is　not　much　more　to　write　of　this　expedition；　or　if　that

statement　be　not　strictly　true；　not　much　more　that　I　wish　to　write；

though　I　have　no　doubt　that　Ragnall；　if　he　had　a　mind　that　way；　could

make　a　good　and　valuable　book　concerning　many　matters　on　which；

confining　myself　to　the　history　of　our　adventure；　I　have　scarcely

touched。　All　the　affinities　between　this　Central　African　Worship　of

the　Heavenly　Child　and　its　Guardian　and　that　of　Horus　and　Isis　in

Egypt　from　which　it　was　undoubtedly　descended；　for　instance。　Also　the

part　which　the　great　serpent　played　therein；　as　it　may　be　seen　playing

a　part　in　every　tomb　upon　the　Nile；　and　indeed　plays　a　part　in　our　own

and　other　religions。　Further；　our　journey　across　the　desert　to　the　Red

Sea　was　very　interesting；　but　I　am　tired　of　describing　journeysand

of　making　them。



The　truth　is　that　after　the　death　of　Hans；　like　to　Queen　Sheba　when

she　had　surveyed　the　wonders　of　Solomon's　court；　there　was　no　more

spirit　in　me。　For　quite　a　long　while　I　did　not　seem　to　care　at　all

what　happened　to　me　or　to　anybody　else。　We　buried　him　in　a　place　of

honour；　exactly　where　he　shot　Jana　before　the　gateway　of　the　second

court；　and　when　the　earth　was　thrown　over　his　little　yellow　face　I

felt　as　though　half　my　past　had　departed　with　him　into　that　hole。　Poor

drunken　old　Hans；　where　in　the　world　shall　I　find　such　another　man　as

you　were？　Where　in　the　world　shall　I　find　so　much　love　as　filled　the

cup　of　that　strange　heart　of　yours？



I　dare　say　it　is　a　form　of　selfishness；　but　what　every　man　desires　is

something　that　cares　for　him　/alone/；　which　is　just　why　we　are　so　fond

of　dogs。　Now　Hans　was　a　dog　with　a　human　brain　and　he　cared　for　me

alone。　Often　our　vanity　makes　us　think　that　this　has　happened　to　some

of　us　in　the　instance　of　one　or　more　women。　But　honest　and　quiet

reflection　may　well　cause　us　to　doubt　the　truth　of　such　supposings。

The　woman　who　as　we　believed　adored　us　solely　has　probably　in　the

course　of　her　career　adored　others；　or　at　any　rate　other　things。



To　take　but　one　instance；　that　of　Mameena；　the　Zulu　lady　whom　Hans

thought　he　saw　in　the　Shades。　She；　I　believe；　did　me　the　honour　to　be

very　fond　of　me；　but　I　am　convinced　that　she　was　fonder　still　of　her

ambition。　Now　Hans　never　cared　for　any　living　creature；　or　for　any

human　hope　or　object；　as　he　cared　for　me。　There　was　no　man　or　woman

whom　he　would　not　have　cheated；　or　even　murdered　for　my　sake。　There

was　no　earthly　advantage；　down　to　that　of　life　itself；　that　he　would

not；　and　in　the　end　did　not　forgo　for　my　sake；　witness　the　case　of　his

little　fortune　which　he　invested　in　my　rotten　gold　mine　and　thought

nothing　of　losingfor　my　sake。



That　is　love　/in　excelsis/；　and　the　man　who　has　succeeded　in　inspiring

it　in　any　creature；　even　in　a　low；　bibulous；　old　Hottentot；　may　feel

proud　indeed。　At　least　I　am　proud　and　as　the　years　go　by　the　pride

increases；　as　the　hope　grows　that　somewhere　in　the　quiet　of　that　great

plain　which　he　saw　in　his　dream；　I　may　find　the　light　of　Hans's　love

burning　like　a　beacon　in　the　darkness；　as　he　promised　I　should　do；　and

that　it　may　guide　and　warm　my　shivering；　new…born　soul　before　I　dare

the　adventure　of　the　Infinite。



Meanwhile；　since　the　sublime　and　the　ridiculous　are　so　very　near　akin；

I　often　wonder　how　he　and　Mameena　settled　that　question　of　her　right

to　the　royal　salute。　Perhaps　I　shall　learn　one　dayindeed　already　I

have　had　a　hint　of　it。　If　so；　even　in　the　blaze　of　a　new　and　universal

Truth；　I　am　certain　that　their　stories　will　differ　wildly。







Hans　was　quite　right　about　the　Black　Kendah。　They　cleared　out；

probably　in　search　of　food；　where　I　do　not　know　and　I　do　not　care；

though　whether　this　were　a　temporary　or　permanent　move　on　their　part

remains；　and　so　far　as　I　am　concerned　is　likely　to　remain；　veiled　in

obscurity。　They　were　great　blackguards；　though　extraordinarily　fine

soldiers；　and　what　became　of　them　is　a　matter　of　complete　indifference

to　me。　One　thing　is　certain；　however；　a　very　large　percentage　of　them

never　migrated　at　all；　for　something　over　three　thousand　of　their

bodies　did　our　people　have　to　bury　in　the　pass　and　about　the　temple；　a

purpose　for　which　all　the　pits　and　trenches　we　had　dug　came　in　very

useful。　Our　loss；　by　the　way；　was　five　hundred　and　three；　including

those　who　died　of　wounds。　It　was　a　great　fight　and；　except　for　those

who　perished　in　the　pitfalls　during　the　first　rush；　all　practically

hand　to　hand。



Jana　we　interred　where　he　fell　because　we　could　not　move　him；　within　a

few　feet　of　the　body　of　his　slayer　Hans。　I　have　always　regretted　that

I　did　not　take　the　exact　measuremen