When there falleth out any controversy among them, they crave battle of the King, and then they fight it out before him. They come before the King and fall flat on their breasts; then they rise up and kneel upon their knees, stretching out their arms crying, _Mahobeque benge, benge_;[273] then the King striketh them on the shoulders with a horse-tail; then they go to the camp, and with their bows they fight it out till they kill one another. After the battle is done, if any liveth, he that liveth falleth down before the King in the same manner as he did when he went to the field; and after a long oration made, he taketh the horse-tail from the King’s shoulder, and waveth it about the King’s head, and then layeth it on his shoulder again, and goeth away with great honour, being accompanied with all the nobles of the Court. The Moors of Angola do know that there is a God, and do call God _Caripongoa_,[274] but they worship the sun and the moon. The country is champaign plain, and dry black earth, and yieldeth very little corn; the most of anything that it yieldeth is plantons [plantains], which the Portugals call _baynonas_ [bananas], and the Moors call them _mahonge_[275] and their wheat they call _tumba_,[276] and the bread _anou_; and if you will buy any bread of them, you must say, _Tala cuna auen tumbola gimbo_; that is, _Give me some bread, here is money_.[277] Their money is called _gullginbo_,[278] a shell of a fish that they find by the shore-side; and from Brazil the Portugals do carry great store of them to Angola. These Moors do esteem very much of red, blue and yellow cloths. They will give a slave for a span of cloth in breadth, I mean, and the length of it, of the breadth of the piece; those pieces of cloth they wear about their middles, and under it they hang the skin of a great weasel before them, and another behind them, and this is all the garments that they wear. A weasel in their language is called _puccu_.[279] You can do a Blackamoor no greater disgrace than to take away his skin from before him, for he will die with grief if he cannot be revenged. The Portugals do mark them as we do sheep, with a hot iron, which the Moors call _crimbo_.[280] The poor slaves stand all in a row one by another, and sing _Mundele que sumbela he Carey ha belelelle_,[281] and thus the poor rogues are beguiled, for the Portugals make them believe that they that have not the mark is not accounted a man of any account in Brazil or in Portugal, and thus they bring the poor Moors to be in a most damnable bondage under the cover of love.