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âHau! A wizard! A traitor!â vociferated the crowd. âConfess thy witchcraft, lest we put thee to the flaming torment. The fire bites deeper than the black ants. Hau!â
âI laugh at the fire,â roared the victim. âI laugh at all that you can do. The fire is but a pleasant warmth. The bite of the ants is but the softest tickling. Thou dog, Mfulini, were I free, I would whip thee round the kraal.â
âIs thy bed a comfortable one, Vudana?â replied the barbarian thus apostrophised, with a sneer. And picking up a handful of the venomous insects he scattered them upon the tortured manâs face with a brutal laugh.
For all his defiant fortitude the latter was undergoing agonies. The ants were swarming all over his body, crawling into his nostrils and ears, biting everywhere, eating the rims of his eyelids, his lips, his throat, and he was powerless to move a hand or foot. The spectators crowded around, mocking and jeering at him. A few minutes ago he was a man of considerationânow all pushed and fought for the front places to witness his sufferings, all heaped execrations upon him as they gloated over the horrible punishment of one who had been denounced as a wizard.
âWhose magic is the greatest, Vudanaâthine or mine?â jeered Ngcenika, bending over her victim until her face was close to his. But the proximity of that repulsive countenance infuriated even the helpless victim. With a roar of rage he spat full into it, vociferating:
âThou spawn of a Fingo dog! Thine hour is come. I have put my mark upon thee. Before many moons are dead thou too shalt die, and thy death shall be even as mine. I, Vudana, say it. Hear ye my words all!â
âHe has confessed,â shouted the crowd. âHe is a wizard. He has confessed. Let him die the death!â
With a yell of fury Ngcenika started back, and glared vengefully around as if inquest of some means whereby to add to the suffererâs agony. Then she remembered that it would hardly bear adding to under the circumstances, and contented herself with a satanic laugh.
Nor would it. In a short time the miserable manâs body was black with the repulsive insects. They swarmed into his ears and nostrils. His struggles became fearful, as he writhed in the excruciating torment of their poisonous bites. He foamed at the mouth. His eyeballs rolled and strained in their sockets, and he shook his head and roared like a beast. It would be impossible to exaggerate the agonies he was undergoing. His frantic struggles availed not to shake off a single one of the myriad insects swarming upon him. Already his eyes were half eaten away.
It was a fiendish and appalling spectacle. The man was now raving mad. He gnashed his teeth and howled. His contortions were fearful to witness. Yet no spark of pity or compunction did the sight awaken in the ferocious hearts of the spectators, many of whom were, up to the moment of the fatal denunciation, his kindred and his friends. But since his treatment of the witch-doctress all were chary of venturing too close. Many of the superstitious barbarians had already began to look upon Ngcenika with decreased respect. Vudana, suffering as a wizard, had spat in her face, accompanying the act with a prophecy and a curse. On no consideration would they run the risk of exposing themselves to like treatment.
Eustace, forced to be a spectator of this blood-curdling scene, felt his head swim with horror and disgust. The chastened gloom of the forest, the gibing crowd of armed savages, the weird shrill singing of the witch-doctress, and the frightful contortions and beast-like roars of the miserable victim, who was being literally devoured alive, made up a picture likely to haunt a man in his dreams for the rest of his life, to start him suddenly awake in a cold sweat of terror. Still he remembered that any exhibition of feeling would be in the highest degree dangerous, and controlled himself accordingly.
All this had taken some time and now the frantic struggles of the sufferer had subsided. A convulsive shudder would now and then run through his limbs, and his sightless eyeballs would roll in a manner hideous to behold, and ever the disgusting insects swarmed over him in a horrible moving mass, now red with blood, and smothered beneath gouts of saliva which had flown from the maniacâs lips. Upon his violent struggles had followed exhaustionâmercifully, the exhaustion of approaching death.
âHe is dying!â cried several, bending over the victim. âHau! A man like Vudana should have taken much longer to die.â
This was said in a disappointed tone. The barbarous appetite of these savages was thoroughly rousedâwhetted for further atrocities. A shout arose.
âThe white man! The white man! What shall we do with him?â
Well might Eustace start, in horror and dismay. But a glance served to show that the object of attention was not himself, but somebody at the other end of the crowd, in which direction all heads were turned. Then as the crowd parted a moment he caught a glimpse of somethingâsomebody ratherâwhich evoked a second start, this time one of very unequivocal amazement. Could he believe his eyes?
In the midst of the savage throng was another white man, also a prisoner, who had been forced to assist at the barbarous scene just detailed. His lot, however, had been cast in far worse lines than that of Eustace, for his hands were tightly fastened behind his back and a reim connected his ankles in such wise that he could only take short stepsâwhich painful fact he would every now and then forget, with the result of just so many ignominious âcroppers.â Whereat his dusky tormentors would shout with gleeful laughter.
In addition to his bonds the unfortunate man appeared to have undergone considerable maltreatment. His hair and beard were matted with dust and blood, and his head was rudely bandaged with rags of the filthiest description. He was clad in a greasy and tattered shirt, and trousers to matchâhis own clothes having been impounded by his captors. Moreover there were livid wales upon his face and hands, and such parts of his person as were visible through his ragged apparel, which showed that he had been unmercifully beaten. Well might Eustace start in amazement, absolute and unfeigned. In this pitiable object he recognised Tom Carhayes.
He gazed at him speechlessâas at one who has risen from the dead. If ever he could have sworn to any manâs death it would have been to that of the man before him. He had seen the assegais flash in the air and descendâhad heard the dull, sickening blows of the kerries which had beaten the life out of his unfortunate cousin. Yet, here stood the latterânot exactly unhurt, but yet full of life.
âHau, Umlilwane!â said Hlangani, who was standing beside the latterâgrinning hideously into his victimâs face. âYou are not near enough to see well. The black ants biteâharder than the shot from your gun,â he went on, with grim meaning, beckoning to those who stood by to drag the prisoner nearer to the body of the unfortunate Vudana, which lay, raw and bloody, the veins exposed in many places by the bites of the myriad swarming insects. Carhayes gazed upon the horrid sight with a shudder of disgust. Then raising his eyes he encountered those of Eustace. A shout of astonishment escaped him.
âHow did you get here?â he cried. âThought you were rubbed out if ever any fellow was. Suppose you thought the same of me. Well, well. Itâll come to that soon. These damned black devils have bested me, just as I reckoned I was besting them. Theyâve been giving me hell already. But I say, Eustace, you seem to be in clover,â noticing the otherâs freedom from bonds or ill-treatment. Then he added bitterly, âI forgot; you always did stand in well with them.â
âThat isnât going to help me much now, Iâm afraid,â answered Eustace. âIâve just made a fool of the witch-doctress and she wonât let things rest there, depend upon it. My case isnât much more hopeful than yours. Have you tried the bribery trick?â
âNo. How do you mean?â
âOffer some big-wig, like our particular friend thereâI wonât mention namesâa deuce of a lot of cattle to let you escape. Try and work itâonly you must be thundering careful.â
The Kafirs, who had been attentively listening to the conversation between the two white men, here deemed that enough had been said. Dialogue in an unknown tongue must represent just so much plotting, argued their suspicious natures. So they interposed.
âSee there,â said Hlangani, with a meaning glance at the fearfully contorted features of the miserable victim of the witch-doctress. âSee there, Umlilwane, and remember my âwordâ to you the day you shot my white hunting dog and wounded me in the shoulder. You had better first have cut off your right hand, for it is better to lose a hand than oneâs mind. Hau! You laughed then. Who laughs now?â
To Eustace those words now stood out in deadly significance. The wretched Vudana had died raving mad. This, then, was the promised vengeance. Whatever his own fate might be, that of his cousin was sealed. Nothing short of a miracle could save him. Carhayes, noting the deadly and implacable expression upon the dark countenance of his enemy, realised something of this, and fearless as he habitually was, it was all he could do to keep from betraying some misgiving.
At this juncture a mandate arrived from Kreli that the warriors should once more assemble within the temporary kraal, and that the white prisoners should again be brought before him. Singing, chatting, laughing, administering many a sly kick or cuff to poor Carhayes, the savages swarmed back to the open space, dragging that unfortunate along in rough, unceremonious fashion. Soon the glade was empty, save for the body of the miserable victim of their blindly superstitious ferocity. It lay there, stark, mangled, and hideous.
The Paramount Chief and his councillors still sat in a group apart. They had borne no part in, betrayed no interest in, the barbarous tragedy which had just taken place. Such a matter as the punishment of a wizard was entirely beneath their noticeâin theory at any rate. They still sat in grave and dignified impassiveness.
Eustace, noting the difference between his own treatment and that of his cousinâthe one bound with unnecessary rigour, hustled and kicked, the other, though disarmed, treated with a certain amount of considerationâbegan to entertain strong hopes on his own account. But tending materially to dash them was the fact that Ngcenika, standing before the chief and the amapakati, was favouring that august assemblage with a very fierce and denunciatory harangue.
There were two white men, she saidâtwo prisoners. One of these was a man of some power, who had been able to oppose her magic with his own; only for a time, howeverâthe hag took care to add. This man it might be well to keep for a little while longer at any rate; there were several experiments which she herself intended to try upon him. But the otherâhe had always been a bitter enemy of their race. Many had fallen at his hands. Had he not cut a notch upon his gun-stock for every fighting man of the race of Xosa whom he had slain? There was the gun-stock and there were the notches. There were many of them, let the Great Chiefâlet the amapakati count.
At the production of this damning âpiĂšce de conviction,â a shout of fury rose from the ranks of the warriors.
âTo the fire!â they cried. âTo the fire with him!â
The situation was appalling, yet Carhayes never quailed. The desperate pluck of the man bore him up even then. He scowled contemptuously upon the lines of dark and threatening faces, then turned erect and
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