"Woman," he said, "you are condemned to die.You will be taken to the Doom Tree, and there be hanged.Out of those who are assembled to try you, two, the Messenger and myself, have given their vote in favour of mercy, but the majority think otherwise.They say that a law has been passed against murder by means of witchcraft and secret medicine, and that should we let you go free, the people will make a mock of that law.So be it.Go in peace.To-morrow you must die, and may forgiveness await you elsewhere.""I ask nothing else," said the woman."It is best that I should die."Then they led her away.As she passed Hokosa she turned and looked him full in the eyes, till he dropped his head abashed.Next morning she was executed, and he learned that her last words were: "Let it come to the ears of him who sold me the poison, telling me that it was but a harmless drug, that as I hope to be forgiven, so I forgive him, believing that my silence may win for him time for repentance, before he follows on the road I tread."Now, when Hokosa heard these words he shut himself up in his house for three days, giving out that he was sick.Nor would he go near to Owen, being altogether without hope, and not believing that baptism or any other rite could avail to purge such crimes as his.Truly his sin had found him out, and the burden of it was intolerable.So intolerable did it become, that at length he determined to be done with it.He could live no more.He would die, and by his own hand, before he was called upon to witness the death of the man whom he had murdered.To this end he made his preparations.For Noma he left no message; for though his heart still hungered after her, he knew well that she hated him and would rejoice at his death.
When all was ready he sat down to think a while, and as he thought, a man entered his hut saying that the Messenger desired to see him.At first he was minded not to go, then it occurred to him that it would be well if he could die with a clean heart.Why should he not tell all to the white man, and before he could be delivered up to justice take that poison which he had prepared? It was impossible that he should be forgiven, yet he desired that his victim should learn how deep was his sorrow and repentance, before he proved it by preceding him to death.
So he rose and went.
He found Owen in his house, lying in a rude chair and propped up by pillows of bark.Now he was wasted almost to a shadow, and in the pale pinched face his dark eyes, always large and spiritual, shone with unnatural lustre, while his delicate hands were so thin that when he held them up in blessing the light showed through them.
"Welcome, friend," he said."Tell me, why have you deserted me of late? Have you been ill?""No, Messenger," answered Hokosa, "that is, not in my body.I have been sick at heart, and therefore I have not come.""What, Hokosa, do your doubts still torment you? I thought that my prayers had been heard, and that power had been given me to set them at rest for ever.Man, let me hear the trouble, and swiftly, for cannot you who are a doctor see that I shall not be here for long to talk with you? My days are numbered, Hokosa, and my work is almost done.""I know it," answered Hokosa."And, Messenger, /my/ days are also numbered.""How is this?" asked Owen, "seeing that you are well and strong.Does an enemy put you in danger of your life?""Yes, Messenger, and I myself am that enemy; for to-day I, who am no longer fit to live, must die by my own hand.Nay, listen and you will say that I do well, for before I go I would tell you all.Messenger, you are doomed, are you not? Well, it was I who doomed you.That fruit which you ate a while ago was poisoned, and by my hand, for I am a master of such arts.From the beginning I hated you, as well I might, for had you not worsted me and torn power from my grasp, and placed the people and the king under the rule of another God? Therefore, when all else failed, I determined to murder you, and I did the deed by means of that woman who not long ago was hung for the killing of her sister, though in truth she was innocent." And he told him what had passed between himself and the woman, and told him also of the plot which he had hatched to kill Nodwengo and the Christians, and to set Hafela on the throne "She was innocent," he went on, "but I am guilty.How guilty you and Iknow alone.Do you remember that day when you ate the fruit, how after it I accompanied you to the church yonder and listened to your preaching? 'Your sin shall find you out,' you said, and of a surety mine has found me out.For, Messenger, it came about that in listening to you then and afterwards, I grew to love you and to believe the words you taught, and therefore am I of all men the most miserable, and therefore must I, who have been great and the councillor of kings, perish miserably by the death of a dog.
"Now curse me, and let me go."
