Zulu (African people) -- Fiction; Zululand (South Africa) -- History -- Fiction
So they felt their way to Richard, purposing to lift him between them,
but at Rachel’s touch he awoke, and with their help walked out of the
cave. In the open space beyond they saw a strange sight, for across it
were streaming all the dwarf-mutes carrying their aged and sick and
infants, and bearing on their backs or piled up in litters their mats
and cooking utensils. Evidently they were deserting the Sanctuary.
“Why are they going?” asked Rachel.
“I do not know,” answered Noie, “but I think it is because no food has
been brought to them as usual, and they are hungry. You remember that
Eddo said we should starve. Only fear of death by hunger would make
them leave a place where they and their forefathers have lived for
generations.”
Presently they were all gone. Not a living creature was left within the
Wall except these three, nor were any more dwarfs brought in to die
beneath the Holy Tree. Now, at length Richard seemed to awake, and
taking Rachel by the hand began to ask questions of her in a low
stammering voice, since words did not seem to come readily to him who
had not spoken his own language for so long.
“Before you begin to talk, Sister,” broke in Noie, “let us go and see
if we can close the cleft in the Wall, for otherwise how shall we sleep
in peace? Eddo and the dwarfs might creep in by night and murder us.”
“I do not think they dare shed blood in their Holy Place,” answered
Rachel. “Still, let us see what we can do; it may be best.”
So they went to the cleft, and as the stone door was open and they
could not shut it, at one very narrow spot they rolled down rocks from
the loose sides of the ancient wall above in such a fashion that it
would be difficult to pass through or over them from without. This hard
task took them many hours, moreover, it was labour wasted, since, as
Rachel had thought probable, the dwarfs never tried to pass the Wall,
but waited till hunger forced them to surrender.
Towards evening they returned to the cave and collected what food they
could find. It was but little, enough for two spare meals, no more; nor
could they discover any in the town of the dwarfs behind the Tree. Only
of water they had plenty from the stream that ran out of the cave.
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