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Then slowly and with the greatest dignity I gradually arose, stretched
my arms, yawned like one awaking from heavy sleep, turned and looked
upon them unconcernedly. While I did so, I noticed that old
Indaba-zimbi was almost fainting from exhaustion. Beads of perspiration
stood upon his brow, his limbs trembled, and his breast heaved.
As for the Zulus, they waited for no more. With a howl of terror the
whole regiment turned and fled across the rise, so that presently we
were left alone with the dead, and the swooning child.
“How on earth did you do that, Indaba-zimbi?” I asked in amaze.
“Do not ask me, Macumazahn,” he gasped. “You white men are very clever,
but you don’t quite know everything. There are men in the world who can
make people believe they see things which they do not see. Let us be
going while we may, for when those Umtetwas have got over their fright,
they will come back to loot the waggons, and then perhaps _they_ will
begin asking questions that I can’t answer.”
And here I may as well state that I never got any further information
on this matter from old Indaba-zimbi. But I have my theory, and here it
is for whatever it may be worth. I believe that Indaba-zimbi
_mesmerized_ the whole crowd of onlookers, myself included, making them
believe that they saw the assegai in my heart, and the blood upon the
blade. The reader may smile and say, “Impossible;” but I would ask him
how the Indian jugglers do their tricks unless it is by mesmerism. The
spectators _seem_ to see the boy go under the basket and there pierced
with daggers, they _seem_ to see women in a trance supported in mid-air
upon the point of a single sword. In themselves these things are not
possible, they violate the laws of nature, as those laws are known to
us, and therefore must surely be illusion. And so through the glamour
thrown upon them by Indaba-zimbi’s will, that Zulu Impi seemed to see
me transfixed with an assegai which never touched me. At least, that is
my theory; if any one has a better, let him adopt it. The explanation
lies between illusion and magic of a most imposing character, and I
prefer to accept the first alternative.
CHAPTER VI.
STELLA
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