The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
Babila was evidently a great man in the estimation of all others, for
whatever he did the soldiers imitated. In appearance they had the
advantage of all coloured and most white races. As a rule they seemed
very tall, well set up, with well-formed limbs covered with an almost
white skin, the texture of which would excite envy in the heart of many a
European beauty. The features had nothing in common with the coarse negro
type which prevailed in the forest and over the grass-lands, but rather
inclined towards a Semitic type. Thick lips were the exception, not the
rule, and a broad flat nose was also a rarity. The only sign of barbarity
was in the hair which, when the head was not clean shaven, was allowed to
grow straight out in every direction, giving a very wild appearance to
its owner. The hair of some, however, seemed to be softer, for it hung
down to the nape of the neck in long, closely-curled ringlets. The women,
a few of whom were watching us curiously, were all comely, and, attired
in long white robes of a more elaborate pattern than the men, had their
hair enclosed in a dark blue fillet, a difference in the disposition of
the latter distinguishing between a married and an unmarried woman.
A great tent of yellow silk had been erected near, presumably for our
accommodation. Over it waved the hideous-looking vampire bat, and as led
by Babila with frequent prostrations we entered it, I asked Omar the
meaning of the sable device.
"It is the royal mark of the Sanoms, the same as the lion and the unicorn
is the crest of your great Queen. The black vampire is the guardian
fetish of our throne."
On entering, Omar walked to a raised daïs whereon two stools were placed,
and taking one invited me to the other. Then, while awaiting the arrival
of our companions, food was brought to us, and we ate and drank to our
full, Babila himself attending to our wants personally. Neither were our
companions forgotten, for they were arranged around the tent, and
squatting upon their haunches ate and jabbered to their hearts' content.
It was highly amusing to watch the interest with which the natives
regarded the stolid soldiers of Mo, who stood in long lines, motionless
as statues. They went close up to them, examined them from head to foot,
drew the sword from its sheath, handled it and tried its edge with a
grunt of satisfaction. Then they would replace it, finger the
accoutrements, examine carefully what they thought might be gold, and at
last, folding their arms, would stand silent, awe-stricken at the whole
effect of the unknown race.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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