CHAPTER XLI.

There is no longer any room for doubt, for, although the King has

neither said anything to us, nor sent for us, nor paid us a visit,

his subjects are in a state of great excitement—the Monbuttoos are

preparing for a long campaign. The market, through which we have just

strolled, is even more than usually bustling. Munza's lieutenants lay

violent hands on all eatables, which are placed without delay on the

shoulders of a whole army of slaves, who incontinently carry them off

to the palace. Indeed, we gave way to a momentary fear that we should

be left unprovided for, but, as soon as ever the officers saw us,

they made way for us with the utmost respect. It is quite clear that

we have risen considerably in their opinion. Strangers on whom the

King bestows his eighty favourite wives are evidently personages

worthy of all consideration, and to use a homely expression, not to

be sneezed at. We manage, therefore, to become purchasers on a large

scale, a very necessary proceeding, in case we should quarrel with

Munza on the way, or his army, as will probably be the case, should

squander its supplies. It is not prudent to rely too much on the

forethought of people who, if provisions in the ordinary style fail

them, have always a delicacy in the shape of human flesh to fall back

upon.

When we reached our encampment again, we commenced to make our

preparations as if we were destined to set out on the following day.

In Africa a war intended is a war begun; there are no such things as

consulting one's neighbours, forming alliances, issuing manifestoes,

or summoning all the diplomatists of the continent to a formal

conference; there is no flourish of trumpets to start with, or,

rather, there are any number of flourishes of any number of trumpets;

they fight, pillage, burn, kill, and eat—_voila tout_. In a few weeks

the war is over; it is true that it breaks out afresh, but that

happens in Europe also, as has been seen often enough and may be seen

again any day.

The next thing we did was to take stock of our provisions,

merchandise, and ammunition. Alas! The number of articles for

exchange was sadly diminished; the rolls of iron wire, which our

bearers had so laboriously struggled under in days gone by, were

trifles now, a source of rejoicing to them, at any rate. Our cotton

goods, once sufficient to clothe a whole tribe, would now scarcely

serve to cover Munza's ex-wives, even if they were to take it into

their heads to observe a little decency, an extravagance for which we

are not likely to give them credit. We had gold and silver, indeed,

but in a country where gold is held in small esteem, a sovereign

would not buy a fowl. As for our drafts and bank notes, I think I can

picture to myself the dismay of a negro, asked to part with a banana

for a fifty pound note. But in spite of the state of poverty to which

we are reduced, we shall manage, if we are not robbed of our last

resources, to get to the end of our journey without begging by the

road side.

Our ammunition is, thank goodness, plentiful. The Nubians have not

wasted over-much powder in saluting the various villages we have

passed through, and the shooting matches, necessary for the training

of the men, and our expeditions after elephants, antelopes, and other

game, do not appear to have made any excessive inroad on the number

of our cartridges.

After having thus taken stock of things, we turned our attention to

persons. Our escort is, as I have already said, far from being

complete, but we can thoroughly rely on the men who are left. Our

relative positions have changed, for, thanks to the King, we could,

in case of need, do without their services altogether, whilst they,

on the other hand, would never be able, without our help, to make

their way back to their own country. In dread, therefore, of being

left to themselves in the heart of the Monbuttoo country, they are

obedient to a degree.

The servants and bearers share the feelings of the soldiers, and

punishments are now unknown amongst us. If any one shows a sign of

disobedience, he is threatened with expulsion from the camp, and on

this hint he becomes amiable at once, and, in the matter of

politeness, could give points to the most polished of Europeans. All

the Monbuttoos, moreover, are fully cognizant of the fact that we are

the friends of a very powerful monarch, and that a word from us would

bring their heads off. When we left Khartoum we were simple

travellers, to be abandoned, perhaps, as others have been; now we are

looked upon as great chiefs, sultans, monarchs on leave in central

Africa.

All things considered, we have no cause for complaint, and we may,

without being accused of excessive rashness, take our flight to

regions as yet unexplored.

Whilst masters and servants were striking the balance of the caravan,

Joseph, who has his moments of inspiration, managed to discover a

last remaining bottle of Jules Mumm, hidden away under the straw in a

case thought to be empty.

We lost no time in drinking success to our future enterprise in the

sparkling beverage of our beloved France.

About two o'clock in the afternoon, the King sent to request the

attendance of de Morin, Delange, and myself, a wish we responded to

without delay.

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