This was not the only attempt ever made to educate Peter. Months afterwards, when Miss Calbraith had gone home and was busily writing her famous book, "Alone in Africa: by an English Gentlewoman," Sanders heard of another educative raid. Two members of an Ethiopian mission came into Isisi by the back way. The Ethiopian mission is made up of Christian black men, who, very properly, basing their creed upon Holy Writ, preach the gospel of Equality. A black man is as good as a white man any day of the week, and infinitely better on Sundays if he happens to be a member of the Reformed Ethiopian Church. They came to Isisi and achieved instant popularity, for the kind of talk they provided was very much to the liking of Sato-Koto and the king's councillors. Sanders sent for the missioners. The first summons they refused to obey, but they came on the second occasion, because the message Sanders sent was at once peremptory and ominous. They came to headquarters, two cultured American negroes of good address and refined conversation. They spoke English faultlessly, and were in every sense perfect gentlemen. "We cannot understand the character of your command," said one, "which savours somewhat of interference with the liberty of the subject." "You'll understand me better," said Sanders, who knew his men, "when I tell you that I cannot allow you to preach sedition to my people." "Sedition, Mr. Sanders!" said the negro in shocked tones. "That is a grave charge." Sanders took a paper from a pigeon-hole in his desk; the interview took place in his office. "On such a date," he said, "you said this, and this, and that." In other words he accused them of overstepping the creed of Equality and encroaching upon the borderland of political agitation. "Lies!" said the elder of the two, without hesitation. "Truth or lies," he said, "you go no more to Isisi." "Would you have the heathen remain in darkness?" asked the man, in reproach. "Is the light we kindle too bright, master?" "No," said Sanders, "but a bit too warm." So he committed the outrage of removing the Ethiopians from the scene of their earnest labours, in consequence of which questions were asked in Parliament. Then the chief of the Akasava people--an old friend--took a hand in the education of King Peter. Akasava adjoins that king's territory, and the chief came to give hints in military affairs. He came with drums a-beating, with presents of fish and bananas and salt. "You are a great king!" he said to the sleepy-eyed boy who sat on a stool of state, regarding him with open-mouthed interest. "When you walk the world shakes at your tread; the mighty river that goes flowing down to the big water parts asunder at your word, the trees of the forest shiver, and the beasts go slinking to cover when your mightiness goes abroad." "Oh, ko, ko!" giggled the king, pleasantly tickled. "The white men fear you," continued the chief of the Akasava; "they tremble and hide at your roar."