In the grip of the Hawk: A story of the Maori warsHorsley, Reginald
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In the grip of the Hawk: A story of the Maori wars
Horsley, Reginald
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Fiction; New Zealand -- Fiction; New Zealand -- History -- New Zealand Wars, 1860-1872 -- Fiction
Very slowly Te Karearea drew his greenstone club from his belt and
stretched his sinewy arm across the _tapu_ line. 'It is here,' he
faltered, and almost as the lie dropped from his lips, leaped
backwards with a wild yell of terror.
For the lizard, suddenly and mysteriously endowed with life, sprang
straight at him, its scaly body colliding with his hand.
Te Karearea's club clattered to the ground, and his limbs, stiff with
horror, held him rooted to the spot after that one backward impulse;
while the lizard, its strange vitality extinguished as instantly as
it had been kindled, tumbled back inertly upon the ridge.
'Liar!' shrieked the old man, shaking a warning finger in the face of
the trembling chief. 'Fool! who thought to deceive the watchful
TUMATAUENGA. Hear now, O stupid Hawk, the word which the gods have
spoken to me.'
Te Karearea was badly stricken as it was, but his eyes bulged as
Kapua Mangu poured out the whole history of the greenstone club from
the moment when Te Kaihuia had handed it to George. He had spoken
with none but the chief since the arrival of the Hau-haus, and yet
the minutest details were known to him, and he lashed Te Karearea
with his tongue until, compelled by exhaustion, he stopped and
staggered back against the tree.
Now was Te Karearea's opportunity to escape, and he stooped swiftly
to regain his club, keeping a wary eye upon the lizard, when suddenly
he discerned around the body of the _tuatara_ a thin cord of
blackened flax, indistinguishable in the gloom, unless closely looked
for. Te Karearea drew his mat across his face so that he might
indulge in a quiet grin.
Presently Kapua Mangu, having got his second wind, advanced to
complete the humiliation of the chief; but to his amazement, he
detected a decided sneer on Te Karearea's thin lips.
'Beware, O stupid Hawk!' he yelled fiercely. 'Beware, lest I deliver
you into the power of the tuatara.'
For answer Te Karearea snatched up the cord, wrenched the end from
the magician's hand, and slung the lizard from him with a derisive
laugh. It fell just within the circle of heads.
The chief was somewhat taken aback by this, which he certainly had
not intended; but he preserved a bold front, poked out his tongue
until it almost reached his chest, and rolled his eyes frightfully.
But Kapua Mangu, confronted thus by such an uncivil infidel, set up a
howl of horror.
'_Aue! Aue!_' he wailed. 'Alas for the House of Te Turi.'
Tears ran from his aged eyes, and his gaunt body shook with a terror
which was quite unfeigned.
'_Hi! Hi!_' exclaimed Te Karearea. 'What a fuss about nothing. I
saw the cord with which you made him jump. He cannot hurt.'
'Nay, nay,' protested Kapua Mangu mournfully; 'you are a fool. It
was for your sake I put the cord upon him. Had I not pulled him back
when he jumped, he would have devoured you before my eyes.'
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