Zulu (African people) -- Fiction; Zululand (South Africa) -- History -- Fiction
At length all the swamps were passed and in the third week of his
journeyings he reached the sloping uplands, on the edge of which he
awoke one morning to find himself surrounded by a circle of great men,
giants, who stood staring at him. He arose, thinking that at last his
hour had come, as it seemed to him that they were about to kill him.
But instead of killing him these huge men saluted him humbly, and
offered him food upon their knees, and new hide shoes for his feet—for
his own were worn out—and cloaks and garments of skin, which things he
accepted thankfully, for by now he was almost naked. Then they brought
a litter and wished him to enter it, but this he refused. Heeding them
no more, as soon as he had eaten and filled his bag and water-bottle,
he started on towards the north. Indeed, he could not have stayed if he
had wished; his brain seemed to be full of one thought only, to travel
till he reached his journey’s end, whatever it might be, and before his
eyes he saw one thing only, the spirit face of Rachel, that led him on
towards that end. Sometimes it was there for hours, then for hours
again it would be absent. When it was present he looked at it; when it
was gone he dreamed of it, for him it was the same. But one thing was
ever with him, that magnet in his heart which drew his feet towards the
north, and from step to step showed him the road that he should travel.
A number of the giant men accompanied him. He noticed it, but took no
heed. So long as they did not attempt to stay or turn him he was
indifferent whether they came or went away. As a result he travelled in
much more comfort, since now everything was made easy and ready for
him. Thus he was fed with the best that the land provided, and at night
shelters were built for him to sleep in. He discovered that a captain
of the giants could understand a few words of some native language
which he knew, and asked him why they helped him. The captain replied
by order of “Mother of Trees.” Who or what “Mother of Trees” might be
Richard was unable to discover, so he gave up his attempts at talk and
walked on.
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