Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction, English; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“I come to drink the cup of peace with you and the white lord, O
Prophet. Afterwards we can talk. Give me water, slave.”
Then a man filled the great ivory cup with water from the skin he
carried. Simba took it and having sprinkled a little upon the ground, I
suppose as an offering, drank from the cup, doubtless to show that it
was not poisoned. Watching carefully, I made sure that he swallowed
what he drank by studying the motions of his throat. Then he handed the
cup with a bow to Marût, who with a still deeper bow passed it to me.
Being absolutely parched I absorbed about a pint of it, and feeling a
new man, passed the horn to Marût, who swallowed the rest. Then it was
filled again for our three White Kendah, the King first tasting the
water as before, after which Marût and I had a second pull.
When at length our thirst was satisfied, horses were brought to us,
serviceable and docile little beasts with sheepskins for saddles and
loops of hide for stirrups. On these we mounted and for the next three
hours rode across the plain, surrounded by a strong escort and with an
armed Black Kendah running on each side of our horses and holding in
his hand a thong attached to the ring of the bridle, no doubt to
prevent any attempt to escape.
Our road ran past but not through some villages whence we saw many
women and children staring at us, and through beautiful crops of
mealies and other sorts of grain that in this country were now just
ripening. The luxuriant appearance of these crops suggested that the
rains must have been plentiful and the season all that could be
desired. From some of the villages by the track arose a miserable sound
of wailing. Evidently their inhabitants had already heard that certain
of their menkind had fallen in that morning’s fight.
At the end of the third hour we began to enter the great forest which I
had seen when first we looked down on Kendahland. It was filled with
splendid trees, most of them quite strange to me, but perhaps because
of the denseness of their overshadowing crowns there was comparatively
no undergrowth. The general effect of the place was very gloomy, since
little light could pass through the interlacing foliage of the tops of
those mighty trees.
Towards evening we came to a clearing in this forest, it may have been
four or five miles in diameter, but whether it was natural or
artificial I am not sure. I think, however, that it was probably the
former for two reasons: the hollow nature of the ground, which lay a
good many feet lower than the surrounding forest, and the wonderful
fertility of the soil, which suggested that it had once been deposited
upon an old lake bottom. Never did I see such crops as those that grew
upon that clearing; they were magnificent.
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