"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata MaoriBoldrewood, Rolf
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"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata Maori
Boldrewood, Rolf
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Fiction; New Zealand -- Fiction
When he awoke once more he was aware that locomotion had ceased, and
that he was lying upon a couch covered with mats. All was darkness,
with the exception of flickering gleams thrown from a fire which was
lighted at the entrance of the vault or cave in which he was lodged.
Becoming more used to the dim uncertain light, he discerned the
limestone walls and roof, which were festooned with stalactites in all
sorts of fantastic, delicate shapes. There was a sound as of falling
water, so that the difficulty of assuaging thirst would not be among
the privations suffered by the inmates of this singular retreat. After
a while he was relieved by the appearance of his good angel, as he felt
impelled to call her.
"Tell me," he said, "how has all this come to pass? I am anxious to
hear about the fall of the Gate Pah, and the way I have been removed to
this place."
"I knew," she said, bending over him with the frank tenderness of a
woman who loves passionately, and does not fear to disguise the fact,
"that if you remained longer where you fell you would stand a chance of
being tomahawked, if not worse treated. My father gave the order for
you to be carried off, and at the same time signed to me that I and my
cousin Riria were to accompany you. The cave in which you find yourself
is only known to our hapu, and has always been regarded as being
impenetrable to any one not acquainted with the secret approach."
"But it was evident to me," said he, "that I was shot through the
body. How was the flow of blood stopped, and the wound found not to be
dangerous?"
"We were told," she said, "that it was not mortal by a well-known
tohunga of our tribe, who has been left a stage behind. He will be
here tomorrow, and is a medicine-man of some repute, I can assure
you. He applied a styptic, which was successful, and found that the
bullet-wound, though it had grazed the lung, would not be dangerous,
though hard to heal."
"I owe everything to you, dearest Erena," he said, pressing the hand
which lay nearest to him; "and the life you have saved is yours for
ever. If I come scatheless out of this war, you will have no reason to
doubt my gratitude. How shall I ever repay you?"
"It is only too easy to do so," she said, as she gazed at him with
eyes that glowed with all the intensity of a woman's love, for the
first time awakened in that passionate nature. "But you must not talk
of gratitude," she continued, with a smile, "or I shall begin to doubt
whether you love me as _we_ love--in life, in death, to the grave, and
beyond it."
As she spoke, she wound her arms tenderly around him, and, kissing him
upon the forehead, hastily left the cave.
When she reappeared, bringing such food as the natives had been able to
secure, she said--
"Now you must eat all you can, and grow strong, as the sooner we leave
this 'Lizard's Cave,' as it is called, and get back to my father, the
better. I know that he will make for Rotorua as soon as the fighting is
over."
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