Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction, English; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“Let us talk,” I broke in, treading warningly upon Ragnall’s foot. “We
have heard your Oracle and we know that you believe its words. It is
said that we alone can help you to conquer the Black Kendah. If you
will not promise what we ask, we will not help you. We will burn our
powder and melt our lead, so that the guns we have cannot speak with
Jana and with Simba, and after that we will do other things that I need
not tell you. But if you promise what we ask, then we will fight for
you against Jana and Simba and teach your men to use the fifty rifles
which we have here with us, and by our help you shall conquer. Do you
understand?”
He nodded and stroking his long beard, asked:
“What you want us promise, eh?”
“We want you to promise that after Jana is dead and the Black Kendah
are driven away, you will give up to us unharmed that lady whom you
have stolen. Also that you will bring her and us safely out of your
country by the roads you know, and meanwhile that you will let this
lord see his wife.”
“Not last, no,” replied Harût, “that not possible. That bring us all to
grave. Also no good, ‘cause her mind empty. For rest, you come to other
place, sit down and eat while I talk with priests. Be afraid nothing;
you quite safe.”
“Why should we be afraid? It is you who should be afraid, you who stole
the lady and brought Bena to his death. Do you not remember the words
of your own Oracle, Harût?”
“Yes, I know words, but how _you_ know them _that_ I not know,” he
replied.
Then he issued some orders, as a result of which a guard formed itself
about us and conducted us through the crowd and along the passage to
the second court of the temple, which was now empty. Here the guard
left us but remained at the mouth of the passage, keeping watch.
Presently women brought us food and drink, of which Hans and I partook
heartily though Ragnall, who was so near to his lost wife and yet so
far away, could eat but little. Mingled joy because after these months
of arduous search he found her yet alive, and fear lest she should
again be taken from him for ever, deprived him of all appetite.
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