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
I felt that there was force in this argument, and, to cut a long story
short, I went up into that chair and did—well—all that was
required. Lord! what a fool I felt while those idiots cheered and Hans
below grinned at me like a whole cageful of baboons. However, it was
but ceremonial, a mere formality, just touching the brow of the fair
Sabeela with my lips and receiving an acknowledgment in kind.
After this we sat a while side by side listening to those old Walloo
Councillors chanting a ridiculous song, something about the marriage of
a hero to a goddess, which I presume they must have composed for the
occasion. Under cover of the noise, which was great, for they had
excellent lungs, Sabeela spoke to me in a low voice and without turning
her face or looking at me.
“Lord,” she said, “try to look less unhappy lest these people
should suspect something and listen to what we are saying. The law is
that we should meet no more till the marriage day, but I must see you
alone to-night. Have no fear,” she added with a rather sarcastic smile,
“for, although I must be alone, you can bring your companion with you,
since what I have to say concerns you both. Meet me in the passage that
runs from this chamber to your own, at midnight when all sleep. It has
no window places and its walls are thick, so that there we can be
neither seen nor heard. Be careful to bolt the door behind you, as I
will that of this chamber. Do you understand?”
Clapping my hands hilariously to show my delight in the musical
performance, I whispered back that I did.
“Good. When the singing comes to an end, announce that you have a
request to make of me. Ask that to-morrow you may be given a canoe and
paddlers to row you to the island to learn what has happened there and
to discover whether any of the Wood-folk are still alive upon its
shores. Say that if so measures must be taken to make an end of them,
lest they should escape. Now speak no more.”
At length the song was finished, and with it the ceremony. To show that
this was over, Sabeela rose from her chair and curtseyed to me, whereon
I also rose and returned the compliment with my best bow. Thus, then,
we bade a public farewell of each other until the happy marriage morn.
Before we parted, however, I asked as a favour in a loud voice that I
might be permitted to visit the island, or, at any rate, to row round
it, giving the reasons she had suggested. To this she answered, “Let it
be as my Lord wishes,” and before any one could raise objections,
withdrew herself, followed by some serving women and by Dramana, who I
thought did not seem too pleased at the turn events had taken.
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