Heu-Heu, or The monsterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Heu-Heu, or The monster
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Monsters -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
Certain headmen or Indunas, however, were always waiting to pounce on
me. Whenever I put my nose out-of-doors they appeared, bowing humbly,
and proceeded to take the occasion to instruct me in the history and
customs of the Walloo people, till I thought that my boyhood had
returned and I was once more reading “Sandford and Merton” and
acquiring knowledge through the art of conversation. Those old
gentlemen bored me stiff. I tried to get rid of them by taking long
walks at a great pace, but they responded nobly, being ready to trot by
my side till they dropped, talking, talking, talking. Moreover, if I
could outwalk those ancient councillors, the guard of twenty who formed
a kind of chorus on these expeditions, were excellent hands with their
legs, as an Irishman might say, and never turned a hair. Sometimes they
turned me, however, if they thought I was going where I should not,
since then half of them would dart ahead and politely bar the way.
At length, on the third or fourth day, all the ceremonies were finished
and I was summoned into Sabeela’s presence.
As Hans said afterwards, it was all very fine. Indeed, I thought it
pathetic with its somewhat tawdry conditions of ancient, almost
forgotten ceremonial inherited from a highly civilized race that was
now sinking into barbarism. There was the Lady Sabeela, very beautiful
to see, for she was a lovely woman and grandly dressed in a half-wild
fashion, who played the part of a queen and not without dignity, as
perhaps her ancestresses had done thousands of years before on some
greater stage. Here too were her white-haired attendants or Indunas,
the same who bored me out walking, representing the councillors and
high officials of forgotten ages.
Yet the Queen was no longer a queen; she was merging into the savage
chieftainess, as the councillors were into the chattering mob that
surrounds such a person in a thousand kraals or towns of Africa. The
proceedings, too, were very long, for each of these councillors or
elders made a speech in which he repeated all that the others had said
before, narrating with variations everything that happened in the land
since I had set foot within it, together with fancy accounts of what
Hans and I had done upon the island.
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