The rumble of unrest was rolling like the wave of an earthquake. It was
hard to say where it began, but the tribes throughout the northern half
of Natal were saturated with its spirit, and it was widespread in Zulu
land. The authorities watched it with more anxiety than they cared to
disclose, but even they had not fathomed the extent of its
ramifications. They knew, for instance, that Sapazani was disaffected,
but they did not know that Malemba the assegai-maker was kept busy day
and night, and that a bevy of young men was ever present at his kraal,
to bear off, under cover of darkness, the bundles of weapons barely cool
from the forge. They did not know, either, of the weighty and
mysterious loads delivered stealthily at another kraal of Sapazani's, a
small one, in the most inaccessible recesses of the Lumisana forest.
These had been delivered independently of the agency of Ben Halse, who
on this occasion had held out firmly against the tempting offer. In
fact, Ben Halse did not know himself, he only suspected.
The said authorities were fully alive to the desirability of arresting
Sapazani, but between desirability and advisability there is something
of a gulf fixed. For such a course would be tantamount to firing the
train. That chief and his powerful following up in arms--for it was
certain that he would not submit to arrest tamely--would simply mean
that other plotting tribes would throw off all disguise and join him
without reserve. The position was growing acute.
In the small kraal just mentioned sat Sapazani at night, and others with
him. Before him, on the ground, were several of the loads referred to,
and as their wrappings were undone the chief's eye glistened as they
fell on the contents. The young men who had brought them in were
squatting in the background, drinking large draughts of _tywala_. A
fire burning in the centre of the open space illuminated the domed huts,
and the broad face of the full moon threw an additional light upon the
dark group. Not a soul could have surprised the place, for armed
pickets were stationed all round at out lying distances.
"This is good, Mandevu," Sapazani was saying. "Now when we get them
among the trees and rocks will these do their work? For my part I like
not such way of fighting, but did not Opondo tell us of that nation in
the north--that which went forth under Umzilikazi? When they fought the
whites in the old way they were shot down before they could get near
enough to strike a blow, but when they waited for their enemy to come to
them in the mountains, instead of going to him first, then they killed
many with such as these. Ah, ah! and so it will be again."
"And when we have fought enough, and each killed our white man, there
are those across the seas who will give us peace," said Mandevu.
"Opondo has said it, and others."
"The White King is angry with the people of this land," went on
Sapazani. "He has withdrawn his soldiers, and there are only _Nongqai_
left. Those we shall easily eat up. They are scattered about in threes
and fours."
"I know not, brother. There are those who say that we shall not
surprise the whites, that they know more than we think they do--that
they can bring all the _Nongqai_ together in a moment, and pour other
forces upon us as well."
"Not if we all strike together. The people beyond Tukela should be able
to give them plenty to do while we eat up all the whites on this side."
"Not if our plans are made known to them as fast as they are laid,
brother," said Mandevu, meaningly. "There is treachery in our midst."
Sapazani's face grew grim, and he and the other continued their
conversation in a lower tone still. Then the chief gave some orders,
and in accordance therewith the rifles and pistols and ammunition were
carefully and cunningly hidden beneath the floors of two huts. And the
band prepared to march. No cheap "trade" guns were these, but
up-to-date magazine, .303's for the most part, and the ammunition was
mostly the deadly, expanding Dum-dum. The agency that caused all these
to be supplied--crafty, cruel, vengeful--may readily be guessed at.
The party filed through the gloom, the latter lighted here and there by
a silvery network of moonlight piercing through the tree-tops. All were
armed, but presently they would deposit their weapons in a safe
hiding-place just on the outskirts of the forest. There was not much
talk, and presently the glow of a fire was seen in front. Instinctively
the band came to a halt. The apparition was patent of two
interpretations. Either it meant a police patrol, and if so, their own
presence here at such an hour was somewhat suspicious. Or, well, it was
a thing of _tagati_, for, as we have said, the forest was a place to be
avoided at night, and no one but themselves would have been likely to
come into it.
"Go forward, my children," commanded Sapazani, who had been walking
behind. "We will rest by yon fire."
They were astonished, but made no remark. Just before they reached it
the chief gave a rapid order in a low undertone to a couple of young men
who were nearest to him. These again had to conceal their astonishment,
which was great.
A few minutes more and they arrived at the fire, beside which two men
were squatting. No sooner was the party well within the circle of light
than these sprang up, and threw themselves upon one of the new arrivals.
Two more came to their aid, and in a moment the assailed one, in spite
of his powerful struggles, was borne to the earth and securely tied.
Again astonishment was the part of most of the onlookers, but their
father and chief was present. The matter rested with him. The bound
man lay, his eyes starting from his head, a picture of amazement
combined with fear. Sapazani stood gazing down upon him in silence.
"Why art thou afraid, Sebela?" he said in an even tone.
"_Nkose_! I am afraid because I seem to have come under the frown of my
father and chief," answered the man. "But I have done no wrong."
"No wrong? _Hau_! And is treachery no wrong?" said the chief, his tone
now stern and denunciatory.
"Treachery? Now has some evil person been poisoning the ears of my
father," replied the prisoner, who fully realised the desperate strait
he was in. "I would like to see that person."
"Evil person, indeed; but he did not live long after his treachery had
been found out. But he was a Kafula, and thou, Sebela, art one of
ourselves. _Whau_, Sebela!"
"_Whau_, Sebela!" roared the squatting group in abhorrent contempt.
"But if he is dead he cannot speak now, my father," pleaded the other,
grasping at a straw. "It is only the word of one man, and he is a
liar."
"We shall see. First of all, what is the name of the other man who was
with thee at Ezulwini?"
"Now it is of some one else my father is talking. Not for a long time
past have I been at Ezulwini, and then it was alone," was the answer.
"That is the first lie," said Sapazani. Then turning to the others, "A
dog who betrays his father's house, what should be his fate?"
A roar went up--savage, vengeful, simultaneous.
"The fire! Give this dog to us, father. There is the fire all ready."
Sapazani nodded. Willing, ferocious hands were upon Sebela. He was
dragged to the glowing wood and stretched right against it, yet not
before with his only available weapons he had bitten two fingers of one
of his torturers nearly off.
"Is it warm enough, Sebela?" said the chief. "If it is, name, then, the
other man who helped thee to sell thy father's house to the whites."
The wretched victim writhed hideously in the grasp of those who held
him, indeed, so powerful were his struggles that it was all they could
do to hold him down at all. He uttered no cry, but his wet face and
rolling eyeballs and bared teeth testified to the agony he was
undergoing. The spectators, their most savage passions aroused, gazed
gloatingly on.
"Name him, name him, Sebela, that thy torments may cease," repeated
Sapazani.
"Pandulu."
The name burst forth in a tone that was half gasp, half shriek. The
agony of the wretch had become too great for the endurance of even a
barbarian. At a sign from the chief he was dragged away from the fire.
"That for the one," said the latter. "Now for the other. Name the
other, Sebela."
"There was no other, _Nkose_."
"No other? What? Was the fire not hot enough? Take him back."
But before the order could be carried out the victim decided that he
could not face further torment. Every nerve in his body was throbbing
with the agony he was undergoing.
"If I name him," he groaned, "shall I die immediately the death of the
spear instead of by fire?"
Sapazani thought a moment.
"If thou liest not--yes," he answered.
"I have the chief's promise." And he named a name. It was that wrested
from Pandulu at the point of the assegai under those same dark forest
shades.
"This time thou hast not lied, Sebela," said the chief. "Well, go."
He made a sign, and in a moment as many assegais were driven into the
body of the tortured wretch as there were of those wielding them who
could get near enough, while those who could not pressed hungrily
forward to get in their stab even after life was extinct. And it was
that, well-nigh instantaneously.
"_Ou_! The justice of our father and chief!" cried the whole band as
they surveyed their bloodstained blades and gazed adoringly at the
splendid frame and majestic bearing of Sapazani. "He is the lion who
will lead us to our meat. Ough--Ough--Ough!" in imitation of the
roaring of the king of beasts.
"_Gahle_, my children," said Sapazani warningly. "Yet forget not--when
the time comes."
Even as they moved away stealthy shapes were pattering up from afar.
The blood scent carries an incredible distance to the nostrils of the
wild creatures of the waste, and already there were many such, stealing
amid the undergrowth, waiting until the fire should die, to quarrel and
snarl over this unexpected feast. Even as in the case of the other
victim which this grim forest had swallowed, there would be little left
of this one to tell any tales. And the broad, cold moon shone
relentlessly down.
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Tekana, the son of Msiza, rose blithely in the blithe early morning
before the sun had peeped over the rim of the world. He was a goodly
youth, tall and supple, and as he left the kraal of his relative--a
distant relative who was not over-attached to him, for his father was
dead--his thoughts were the thoughts of love. He had been offering
_lobola_ for a girl whose father was the head of a kraal some five miles
distant; but the said parent had fixed his price too high, and Tekana
was in despair lest some richer suitor should step in and put him for
ever out of the running. He had been dejected on this point for some
time past, and had been wondering whether if he went away to work in the
mines at Johannesburg for a year he could earn enough to make up the
amount demanded, and to this end he had consulted one or two who had
gone through that experience. In fact, he was for ever talking about
it. His relative was surly and close-fisted, and, as we have said, had
no great love for him; moreover, he had more than hinted of late that he
preferred his room to his company. Yet a year was a long time, and once
away, what might not happen? He was very much drawn to the girl, and
she to him, but on that account her avaricious parent stuck firm to his
price--eight good cows to wit, or their equivalent in hard English
sovereigns, five of the cows payable, of course, in advance. Now Tekana
could muster but three, and a doubtful one that a sympathising cousin
had promised to lend him. He was in despair, and so was Ntombisa; in
fact, she hinted to him that an elderly, unlovely suitor, with four
wives already, and much cattle, had more than once cast his eyes upon
her, and had been palavering with her father in rather an ominous way.
Then, suddenly, the whole situation had changed. Tekana owned another
relative, who in turn was related to the induna of the court at
Ezulwini, and this man had pointed out to him insidiously how money was
to be made, and plenty of it. This would bring him Ntombisa at once.
But he did not like the method of it--not at first. Not at first. But
his relative proved that nothing would come of it. No harm would come
to anybody, least of all to his chief. It would be a mere matter of
Government officialism, and there the affair would end. Besides, he
would actually be serving his chief if anything, in that the latter
would be obliged to sit still, and thus be saved from joining in any
trouble, which could only end in disaster and ruin. So Tekana swallowed
the bait and accepted the price.
Thus Tekana was found to be wending his way in the blithe early morning,
blithe at heart, to the kraal of his prospective father-in-law. He had
got the balance of the _lobola_ in good English sovereigns, and soon all
the preliminary ceremonies of the marriage would be settled. Everything
looked rosy.
"_Au_! Thou art hurried, brother. Whither bound?"
Four men were sitting on the grass by the side of the path. These had
risen as he approached.
"For the kraal of Sondisi, but a short way hence," he replied.
"First sit and take snuff," one of them answered. "Thine errand will
break no ox's head."
He could not refuse; yet it was with ill-concealed impatience that he
sat down among them. Yet not quite among them. He knew them for
Sapazani's people, yet they were wearing European clothes. Tekana was
no fool of a Zulu, wherefore this fact struck him as singular; moreover,
his own conscience was not clear. So he squatted as much as he could on
the edge of the group. Incidentally he squatted in such wise as to be
able to spring to his feet in a fraction of a second.
The snuff-horn went round, and they chatted on about ordinary topics.
The while Tekana was wondering why they were wearing clothes contrary to
the chief's deadly prejudice. They were wearing them awkwardly, too.
One of them, the nearest to Tekana, rose. But while in the act of
passing behind him Tekana rose also, and not a moment too soon. From
under the suspicious-looking coat was drawn a broad assegai, and he
whipped round barely in time to avoid its full stroke. Each of the
other three also had risen and held a broad, gleaming blade, and without
a word came straight for him.
Tekana, as we have said, was no fool, also his conscience was not clear;
moreover, he was quite unarmed except for a stick. With this he knocked
the weapon from the first man's grasp, and then, without a word, he
started to run.
Now his chances were even. The assegais of his assailants were useless
for throwing purposes, and could he but gain his goal first his
prospective father-in-law would certainly afford him protection, if only
to save all that _lobola_ from slipping through his own fingers.
But his would-be murderers were as good at running as he, and he had no
start. They, too, wasted no words as they sprinted in his wake, and
there was scarcely a dozen yards between them. Yet the distance was
evenly kept.
For about a hundred yards this went on. Then the hindermost of the
pursuers stopped, and with lightning-like rapidity picked up a large
stone. This he hurled with power and precision. It smote the hunted
man hard and full on the base of the skull, bringing him to earth more
than half stunned. In a moment four assegai blades were buried again
and again in his body.
"The last of the three!" exclaimed one of the slayers, all of whom were
panting after their run. "Here is a thick bush. We will hide him."
This was done. Swinging it up by the wrists and heels they threw the
body into the thickest part of a thick clump that grew just beside the
track, not even troubling to see whether he had anything worth taking.
Plunder was not their object. Thus disappeared Tekana, who had set
forth so blithely in the early morning. When the next return should be
made for purposes of poll-tax collecting it would be represented that
Sebela and Tekana had gone away to work at the mines, as the latter had
frequently expressed his intention of doing. Pandulu did not matter.
He came from Natal, and had come secretly at that. He would not be
missed.
Whereby two things are manifest--that Sapazani was a very dangerous man
to betray, and that in a sparsely settled and savage country things are
done that never come to the knowledge of the ruling race at all.