Lebombo threatened with attack--Tzaneen flies to us for
protection--Victory for Sebuza--Labotsibeni's mysterious
death--Lomwazi spared for execution later--Funeral sacrifice of the
old queen--Queen Tzaneen in state--We are forced to join the royal impi.
There must have been important developments during the night. Shortly
before sun-up I saw several thousand warriors leaving Lebombo in the
direction of the enemy. They marched swiftly and silently, and when
they had gone the kraals appeared deserted. I wanted to send Sibijaan
over to find out what this movement meant, but was afraid to do so for
fear that he might be mistaken for an enemy.
When Tuys waked, I told him about the impis leaving for Zombode. At
once he became intensely interested.
"That is the end!" he declared. "We'll know who wins the war by noon.
Tzaneen's impis have gone to attack Zombode, and I hope they take it.
The sooner this business is ended, the better for all of us."
Shortly before noon a kaffir came out of the royal kraal and shouted
in our direction. He waved his shield, and I sent Sibijaan to see what
he wanted. Through my glasses I recognized him as one of the few old
indunas I had seen in Swaziland. There are practically no old men or
women in the country. This is due to the rigid belief in the doctrine
of the survival of the fittest, the old ones usually being removed
when unable to protect themselves. This old induna was some sort of an
officer for the queen and acted as a tutor for Sebuza. His age
prevented him from taking part in active warfare.
Sibijaan talked with him for a few minutes, and then turned and raced
back to me. He was terribly excited and could hardly deliver the
message.
"Ou Baas, there is great danger!" he gasped. "Queen Tzaneen sends to
you for help. She has received word that the impis of Labotsibeni are
coming to attack Lebombo. Thousands of warriors are now in the hills
and will soon attack!"
Tuys and I were puzzled what to do. Sugden decided for us. With his
ready Yankee wit, he hit upon the solution.
"You haven't any chips in this game," he said, "and you've got to keep
out of this war. But there's nothing to prevent you from offering
sanctuary to a fugitive king, queen, ace, or jack! Send to Tzaneen and
tell her to come over here, and we'll take care of her if the enemy
comes! We'll have to fight for our own lives anyway, and it won't
matter much if we add her to our responsibility."
I sent Sibijaan running with this message, and it was only a short
time before Queen Tzaneen arrived with quite unseemly haste at our
camp. In spite of her precarious position she kept her dignity, and we
helped her up into the big wagon, where she hid under the cover with
four of her maids-of-honor. To calm her nerves we gave her a bottle of
gin.
Then followed one of those periods of suspense that seem as though
they would never end. I searched the hills with my glasses, scanning
every tree and boulder for the oncoming enemy. Every now and then I
would start when I saw a movement, but invariably it turned out to be
caused by either a cow or a sheep. We practically held our breath for
about four hours, waiting for an enemy which might wipe us out. That
was a long long afternoon!
About the time the shadow from the barren mountain fell across the
royal kraal, which means shortly after five o'clock, our suspense came
to an end. It ended with a shock that I will never forget.
Tuys and I were still searching the hills when Sibijaan suddenly
gripped my arm, his hand trembling so that I almost dropped my
field-glasses.
"Look! Look, Mzaan Bakoor!" he cried, pointing down the road which led
to Zombode. "There they come! Shoot quick! Shoot!"
Through the glasses I could see what looked like several impis
straggling up the road. They marched fast, but without much attempt at
formation. As I watched I could see that many of the warriors were
dancing.
I felt myself grow cold and hot by turns. Our time had come! It was
the army of Labotsibeni advancing to attack Lebombo and kill Tzaneen
and her white friends. Tuys had the same thought, and he lowered his
glasses and looked at me. A veteran campaigner, nothing flustered him,
but he wanted to see how it affected me. A second later he put out his
great hard hand and I shook it solemnly.
"Well, Owen, we'll show them how white men can fight--and die, if need
be," he said gruffly. "It has been a good game and we have done our
best!"
Sugden and Crespinell were watching the oncoming impis and coolly
comparing the sights on their rifles, trying to agree on the proper
distance to set them. This spoke for their courage, and I turned my
glasses on the impis again. Tuys was studying them, and suddenly he
began to laugh in that deep bass way he has when he is highly amused.
"We're damn fools, Owen, damn fools!" he rumbled, with a chuckle.
"Those niggers are the impis of Tzaneen and Sebuza. The war is over!
They are dancing with joy! They must have taken Zombode and are coming
home to tell us about it!"
My glasses told me that he was right. My eyes are not so good as his
or I would have known this before. Now I could see that the warriors
were drunk with triumph and were dancing to celebrate their victory.
As they drew closer I could distinguish Lochien and Makets at their
head.
I called to Queen Tzaneen to come out, and informed her that her army
was victorious and approaching. She climbed down from the wagon, and a
moment later we all went forward to meet the impis. We reached the
royal kraal shortly before Lochien and Makets, and we white men stood
back while she received them.
Seeing the queen awaiting them, the indunas halted the warriors and
they fell into formation. Lochien paused until all were in place and
then raised his arms in salute. The impis followed his lead and three
times the royal salute was given, with the shrill whistle at its
conclusion. Tzaneen acknowledged the salute, and then Lochien and
Makets stepped forward.
"Nkosikaas, Zombode is ours! Labotsibeni is dead and the war is won!"
Lochien cried. "Even now Sebuza is king in Zombode and throughout all
Swaziland. King Buno's son is king and our work is over!"
"Lochien, faithful induna and counsellor," Tzaneen replied, "Is my
son, the king, wounded or hurt in any way? And did he carry himself in
battle as should the son of Buno?"
Lochien's answer satisfied her and she beamed with pride and joy.
There were a few more leading questions and presently we went into the
kraal. It was only then that I noted Makets closely. He staggered as
he walked and I was startled to see that he was bleeding from several
wounds in the breast. I turned to help him, but he would have none of
it.
"Nkoos, I am a warrior! I am an induna and a leader of warriors!" he
boasted in a tired voice. "These wounds are nothing! To-day I have won
seven scars of honor. Seven of Labotsibeni's warriors, great fighting
men, fell before me!"
He seemed much pleased with himself and had not fully recovered from
his slaughter madness. I knew that he could take care of himself and
paid no more attention to him. There were important things to be
learned. I wanted to know how Labotsibeni came to be killed and what
had happened to Lomwazi.
Tzaneen was almost beside herself with curiosity and began questioning
Lochien as soon as we were seated.
"How was Labotsibeni killed?" was her first question.
"Nkosakaas, I cannot answer that," Lochien replied, and I could see
that he was telling the truth. "Strict orders were given that she be
spared, so that the government might not hold King Sebuza to account
for her death. Sebuza told the indunas that the man who harmed the old
queen would die! All our warriors understood this.
"When we came to her hut, however, she was dead. I think that some
enemy in her own kraal stabbed her when we broke in and they all fled.
Perhaps some woman she had offended did it. Labotsibeni was helpless
and could be easily killed."
It seemed a pitiful thing to me that Labotsibeni, after ruling
Swaziland for so many years, should be murdered in this way. I was
thinking about her when Tzaneen asked about Lomwazi.
[Illustration: A VIEW OF THE KRAAL
Awaiting the arrival of the white men for their initiation ceremonies.
The latter are returning from their sanctification ordeal in the
mountains prior to their induction into the royal impi]
[Illustration: PRIESTS BUILDING THE SACRED FIRE
On this pyre the body of Queen Labotsibeni was burned after Sebuza
seized the throne. This is the Swazi custom and strictly adhered to.
It is the Swazi belief that those surrendering power should be done
away with in this manner, since if they continued to live they might
still retain a certain amount of influence which would be antagonistic
and detrimental to the new ruler]
"Lomwazi is a prisoner, Nkosikaas," Lochien answered. "He will be
killed after he has officially surrendered the throne. These are King
Sebuza's orders, and Lomwazi is under guard in Zombode until the
coronation celebration is held."
That settled the cunning Lomwazi. Clever as he was reputed to be, he
had not been able to escape his fate. It later transpired that it
was Lomwazi who had sent the false alarm that Lebombo was to be
attacked. Evidently he thought that the impis of the enemy would be
kept on guard there and that he would be able to increase his army by
delaying the attack he knew would be made on Zombode. However, his
word reached Tzaneen too late, as the impis were already on the warpath.
Lochien next gave us an account of the taking of Zombode. The old
queen's opinion concerning the fighting quality of her impis was not
far wrong. It seems there had been several hundred single combats,
after the custom of the Swazi warriors, and finally a rush upon the
kraal. Of course Lochien exaggerated a great deal--no kaffir can tell
the exact truth--but there must have been between four and five
hundred killed. There were practically no wounded; there never are
when Swazis fight. As soon as a warrior wounds his enemy so that he is
unable to fight back, he kills him.
It developed that there had been an attempt to burn the kraals, but
Sebuza stopped it. It was he, also, who intervened to save Lomwazi's
life after that good fighter had killed several of Sebuza's own men.
Lomwazi was not spared, however, through any mistaken sense of mercy;
he was kept to be executed as part of the coronation ceremonies. When
I heard this I made up my mind to save him if I could. If there was no
other way, I would buy his life. This is often done, and it might be
possible in Lomwazi's case.
Lochien gave us many other details of the fight, remarking that there
were many women in Zombode and much loot. Sebuza was to decide on the
disposition of all enemy property and would have his hands full for
some time to come. When Lochien had finished Queen Tzaneen praised him
highly for his loyalty and generalship, and, realizing that the story
was told, we went back to our camp. I felt thankful that the war was
over so quickly, and said as much to Oom Tuys. He quickly undeceived me.
"Maybe it is over in Zombode and Lebombo," he said, "but it is only
beginning in the outlying districts. It won't be over for some time,
perhaps for months. The news of this war will not reach lots of places
for days, and when it does the factions will clash. Wherever there are
any indunas or warriors who are loyal to Labotsibeni, there will be
killing. It will be bad killing, too,--mostly murders done at night.
It takes a long time to end a war in Swaziland; that's one reason why
the government is so set against it. By the way, I wonder what His
Majesty's Royal High Commissioner for Swaziland thinks of things now?"
This idea had occurred to me several times, but I always put it away
because I had a feeling that the Commissioner would place much of the
blame for the war on my shoulders. Tuys prediction about war
continuing proved only too true. For weeks after the fall of Zombode
there were killings in the neighboring districts. The only battle of
any importance took place at Stegea, the kraal of Umzulek. Needless to
say, the forces of that much-married potentate were victorious. Of
course many of these killings were due to personal feuds, the war
being only an excuse for them. It is safe to say that Swaziland was in
a ferment for some time after Sebuza seized the throne, and this came
to the notice of the authorities in Mbabane and Johannesburg.
The following day we went to Zombode. Word had come that the body of
the old queen was to be burned on the sacrificial pyre and we wanted
to witness the ceremony.
There was not much to it. The burning took place shortly after dark
and L'Tunga arranged the ceremony. During the day we saw the huge pyre
of dry wood on which the body was to be laid and the witch-doctors
were still adding to it late in the afternoon.
Soon after sunset the impis of the king and his mother gathered about
the great pile, which had been built up in a regular pattern. We were
with Lochien and Vilakazi and were beginning to get bored when there
came a commotion and King Sebuza arrived with his bodyguard. There
were a number of fires near the kraals and these were beginning to
light up the darkness.
After standing about a little longer it was dark enough to suit Sebuza
and he sent one of his indunas away in the direction of Labotsibeni's
brick-walled hut. Shortly after there arose the cry "Make way! Make
way!" and I saw the warriors draw back and leave a lane to the pyre.
A moment later six witch-doctors arrived, two and two, bearing a rude
stretcher on their shoulders. On this was a large bundle roughly
resembling a body. It was the remains of Queen Labotsibeni, the most
extraordinary native ruler South Africa ever knew.
L'Tunga was waiting at the pyre and directed the witch-doctors how to
place the body on its summit. When this was done, he stepped back and
moved to the nearby fire, where he picked up a flaming brand in each
hand. These he raised above his head with wide sweep and held them
steady for a moment. Then swiftly he brought the torches down and the
warriors gave the royal salute--the last tribute to the murdered
queen! This salute was repeated three times, and then L'Tunga,
assisted by the other witch-doctors, lighted the funeral pyre. The
wood was dry and burned fiercely, and soon the leaping flames met over
the body of the queen.
That was the last of Labotsibeni.
Next day we tried to have a talk with Sebuza, with the idea of finding
out how soon he planned to be officially installed as king. This was
very important to me, since his coronation would mean the attainment
of the object for which I had come to Swaziland. I would be able to
make an historical record of ceremonies which would be valuable as a
vivid page out of the life of old South Africa--the life that is
passing so quickly now that white men are coming into the country in
such numbers.
Sebuza sent word to us that he would see us in Lebombo in two days,
and we went back there to our camp. While we were finishing lunch
Lochien came with a request from Queen Tzaneen that we visit her.
Thinking that she was probably more interested in a bottle of gin than
in us, I gave Lochien one for her. He caught my thought and explained
that the queen really wanted to see "all the white men."
"She has important business to talk over with you, Nkoos," he said,
"and desires that you come to her at once."
Tuys thought it would be a good thing to do, since we were so near the
coronation ceremonies, so we all put on our hats and followed Lochien
to the royal kraal. There was a noticeable change in manners there
since Sebuza had become king. Instead of the former informality, we
had to go through the salute and all the other ritual. Tzaneen had
revived the formal glories of old Labotsibeni and I was amused to see
how she enjoyed being kowtowed to. She had at least fifteen
maids-in-waiting about her and had set up quite a court. Even Lochien
was on his best behavior and went through the ceremony of presenting
us to her with a neat little speech in which he made it appear that we
had come as suppliants for her favor. I caught Tuys's eye while this
was going on and there was an amused twinkle in it. The wise old
burgher had seen savages of all sorts and nothing they did astonished
him so long as they continued to behave like grown-up children.
When we were finally seated Tzaneen explained the "important
business." After we heard it we realized that Lochien had spoken truly.
"Mzaan Bakoor, 'Mlung 'Emantzi Eenui, and Makofa," she said,
addressing me, Sugden, and Crespinell by our native names, "you have
seen a queen die and a king made in Swaziland. You know much about how
these things are done. You know many things about the war that
Lobotsibini made against me and of which you were a part, for did you
not carry out the demonstration that led to the killing?"
I attempted to take her up on this statement, but Tuys signaled me to
keep quiet. Nevertheless, I maintain that she was not just in blaming
the first killings on us.
"Now you know that the government has set its face against my son,
King Sebuza," she went on, "and it may be some time before it will
recognize him as the rightful king. When the news reaches Mbabane that
Sebuza has seized the throne, the white chief there, who belongs to
the government, will ask many questions. He will want to know much!
"When you go to Mbabane, or to your own home, the government will
question you and ask how Labotsibeni came to be killed. Perhaps the
government will want the truth, when a little lie would work much less
harm here in Swaziland. Is it not so?"
I began to see what she was driving at. Tzaneen was afraid that the
government would get after Sebuza for taking the throne by force and
she wished to make sure that we would protect her son as much as
possible. She had been talking at me, but now she turned to Tuys.
"Nkoos Tuys, you are the brother of Buno," she said, "and Buno gave
his people into your care. You are the white king of my country and
you will protect us from the government if need be. I need not ask you
to be careful when they question you. I only ask that you advise Mzaan
Bakoor and his men how to avoid rousing the government against us."
"Nkosikaas, I will answer for Mzaan Bakoor and his men with my life,"
Tuys answered. "Mzaan Bakoor is blood of my blood and inherits my
trust as guardian of the Swazis when I die. Buno decreed this as he
died."
Tzaneen nodded her approval at this brave speech of Oom Tuys and then
was thoughtful for a time. I could see that she was still doubtful and
that the fear of the long, slow, but dreadfully sure arm of the
government was still upon her. Presently she raised her head and
looked at me, and her eyes flashed a sudden resolve.
"There is one way that I can be certain of your loyalty, Mzaan
Bakoor," she said, without mincing words, "and that is by making you
an induna of the Swazis. You and your two men shall become indunas in
the royal impi. Never before has a white man been worthy to be taken
into a Swazi impi, and you shall be the first!"
This was a decided shock. I had never thought I would like to be a
Swazi, even if I were an induna. In fact, I would not have enjoyed
being King of Swaziland, with all the power that Buno had. But here we
were face to face with the proposition of being forced to become
indunas in the crack impi of the new King of Swaziland. Even the
distinction of being the first white men to be admitted did not lessen
the blow.
I was at a loss what to say to Tzaneen. She had the air of having
conferred the highest possible honor on us, but I sat there
speechless, wondering how to avoid becoming a Boer-Swazi. It was good
old reliable Tuys who saved the situation, but ruined us.
"Nkosikaas, you have done Mzaan Bakoor and his men the greatest
honor," he said, "and they will gladly become indunas of your impi.
They will go to their homes proud to say that they are your indunas!"
Then the wily old Boer poured out a lot more flattery which Tzaneen
swallowed without blinking an eye. While he talked I thought the
matter over. It looked like a hopeless case; I could see no way out of
it. If we wished to see Sebuza crowned, we would have to go through
with this induna business.
"Oom Tuys has spoken for us," I told Tzaneen, after Tuys had finished
complimenting her. "For the rest of our lives we shall be proud to say
that we are indunas of your impi. Our children will also be proud of
it and will tell their children!"
Tzaneen appreciated this, too, and liked it. Then I asked a question
that was close to my heart.
"When is it planned to hold the formal ceremonies of making Sebuza
king of Swaziland?"
"In about fourteen days," she answered. "The celebration of his
coronation will take place at the same time that you are made indunas.
You will return from the mountains after ten days, and by that time
all the people of Swaziland will have come to Lebombo and there will
be the greatest celebration any one has ever seen."
So this had all been planned, I thought, and then it came over me with
a jolt that we must go into exile in the mountains for a "puclandi,"
or space of ten days, before we would be sufficiently sanctified to
become indunas.
"L'Tunga will take charge of you until you return from the mountains,"
the queen added, "and he will prepare you for your indunaship."
This ended our chat, and we went back to camp most unhappy in mind.
Sugden was furious and so was I, but Crespinell regarded it as rather
a joke. Tuys declared we would have to go through with it and had
better make the best of it. That night he cheered us up by telling us
how we would have to live, what we would have to eat, and what L'Tunga
would do to us. I think the old fellow had more fun chaffing us about
our becoming "white Swazis" than he had had in a long time. Some of
his remarks were pointed, and Sugden promised him that he would set
his impi after him just as soon as he became a "sanctified induna."