This Great Place stood upon a high plateau, in the lap of the surrounding hills, all of which were strongly fortified with schanses, pitfalls, and rough walls of stone.That plateau may have measured fifteen miles in circumference, and the fence of the town itself was about four miles in circumference.Within the fence and following its curve, for it was round, stood thousands of dome-shaped huts carefully set out in streets.Within these again was a stout stockade of timber, enclosing a vast arena of trodden earth, large enough to contain all the cattle of the People of Fire in times of danger, and to serve as a review ground for their /impis/ in times of peace or festival.
At the outer gate of the kraal there was a halt, while the keepers of the gate despatched a messenger to their king to announce the advent of the white man.Of this pause Owen took advantage to array himself in the surplice and hood which he had brought with him in readiness for that hour.Then he gave the mule to John to lead behind him.
"What do you, Messenger?" asked the leader of the guard, astonished.
"I clothe myself in my war-dress," he answered.
"Where then is your spear, Messenger?"
"Here," said Owen, presenting to his eyes a crucifix of ivory, most beautifully carved.
"I perceive that you are of the family of wizards," said the man, and fell back.
Now they entered the kraal and passed for three hundred yards or more through rows of huts, till they reached the gate of the stockade, which was opened to them.Once within it, Owen saw a wonderful sight, such a sight as few white men have seen.The ground of the enormous oval before him was not flat.Either from natural accident or by design it sloped gently upwards, so that the spectator, standing by the gate or at the head of it before the house of the king, could take in its whole expanse, and, if his sight were keen enough, could see every individual gathered there.
On the particular day of Owen's arrival it was crowded with regiments, twelve of them, all dressed in their different uniforms and bearing shields to match, not one of which was less than 2500 strong.At this moment the regiments were massed in deep lines, each battalion by itself, on either side of the broad roadway that ran straight up the kraal to where the king, his sons, his advisers and guards, together with the company of wizards, were placed in front of the royal house.
There they stood in absolute silence, like tens of thousands of bronze statues, and Owen perceived that either they were resting or that they were gathered thus to receive him.That the latter was the case soon became evident, for as he appeared, a white spot at the foot of the slope, countless heads turned and myriads of eyes fastened themselves upon him.For an instant he was dismayed; there was something terrifying in this numberless multitude of warriors, and the thought of the task that he had undertaken crushed his spirit.Then he remembered, and shaking off his fear and doubt, alone, save for his disciple John, holding the crucifix aloft, he walked slowly up the wide road towards the place where he guessed that the king must be.
His arm was weary ere ever he reached it, but at length he found himself standing before a thickset old man, who was clad in leopard skins and seated upon a stool of polished wood.
"It is the king," whispered John behind him.
"Peace be to you," said Owen, breaking the silence.
"The wish is good, may it be fulfilled," answered the king in a deep voice, sighing as he said the words."Yet yours is a strange greeting," he added."Whence came you, White Man, how are you named, and what is your mission to me and to my people?""King, I come from beyond the sea; I am named Messenger, and my mission is to deliver to you the saying of God, my King and--yours."At these words a gasp of astonishment went up from those who stood within hearing, expecting as they did to see them rewarded by instant death.But Umsuka only said:--"'My King and yours'? Bold words, Messenger.Where then is this King to whom I, Umsuka, should bow the knee?""He is everywhere--in the heavens, on the earth, and below the earth.""If He is everywhere, then He is here.Show me the likeness of this King, Messenger.""Behold it," Owen answered, thrusting forward the crucifix.
Now all the great ones about the king stared at this figure of a dying man crowned with thorns and hanging on a cross, and then drew up their lips to laugh.But that laugh never left them; a sudden impulse, a mysterious wave of feeling choked it in their throats.A sense of the strangeness of the contrast between themselves in their armed multitudes and this one white-robed man in his loneliness took hold of them, and with it another sense of something not far removed from fear.
"A wizard indeed," they thought in their hearts, and what they thought the king uttered.
