"Listen," said Nodwengo: "out of five thousand soldiers a thousand have been killed and a thousand lie among us wounded.Hark to the groaning of them! Also we have with us women and children and sick to the number of twelve thousand, and between us and those who would butcher them every one there stands but a single wall.Nor is this the worst of it: the spring cannot supply the wants of so great a multitude in this hot place, and it is feared that presently the water will be done.What way shall we turn? If we surrender to Hafela, perhaps he will spare the lives of the women and children; but whatever he may promise, the most of us he will surely slay.If we fight and are defeated, then once his regiments are among us, all will be slain according to the ancient custom of our people.I have bethought me that we might retreat through the valley, but the river beyond is in flood; also it is certain that before this multitude could reach it, the prince will have sent a force to cut us off while he himself harasses our rear.Now let him who has counsel speak.""King, I have counsel," said Hokosa."What were the words that the Messenger spoke to us before he died? Did he not say: 'Even now the heathen is at your gates, and many of you shall perish on his spears;but I tell you that he shall not conquer'? Did he not say: 'Be faithful, cling to the Cross, and do not dare to doubt your Lord, for He will protect you, and your children after you, and He will be your Captain and you shall be His people'? Did he not bid you also to listen to my counsel? Then listen to it, for it is his: Your case seems desperate, but have no fear, and take no thought for the morrow, for all shall yet be well.Let us now pray to Him that the Messenger has revealed to us, and Whom now he implores on our behalf in that place where he is to guide us and to save us, for then surely He will hearken to our prayer.""So be it," said Nodwengo, and going out he stood upon a pillar of stone in the moonlight and offered up his supplication in the hearing of the multitude.
Meanwhile, those of the camp of Hafela were also taking counsel.They had fought bravely indeed, and carried the schanses; but at great cost, since for every man that Nodwengo had lost, three of theirs had fallen.Moreover, they were in evil case with weariness and the want of water, as each drop they drank must be carried to them from the Great Place in bags made of raw hide, which caused it to stink, for they had but few gourds with them.
"Now it is strange," said Hafela, "that these men should fight so bravely, seeing that they are but a handful.There can be scarce three thousand of them left, and yet I doubt not that before we carry those last walls of theirs as many of us or more will be done.Ay! and after they are done with, we must meet their great /impi/ when it returns, and of what will befall us then I scarcely like to think.""Ill-fortune will befall you while Hokosa lives," broke in Noma."Had it not been for him, this trouble would have been done with by now;but he is a wizard, and by his wizardries he defeats us and puts heart into Nodwengo and the warriors.You, yourself, have seen him this day defying us, not once but many times, for upon his flesh steel has no power.Ay! and this is but the beginning of evil, for I am sure that he leads you into some deep trap where you shall perish everlastingly.
Did he not himself declare that the power of that dead white worker of miracles has fallen upon him, and who can fight against magic?""Who, indeed?" said Hafela humbly; for like all savages he was very superstitious, and, moreover, a sincere believer in Hokosa's supernatural capacities."This wizard is too strong for us; he is invulnerable, and as I know well he can read the secret thoughts of men and can suck wisdom from the dead, while to his eyes the darkness is no blind.""Nay, Hafela," answered Noma, "there is one crack in his shield.Hear me: if we can but catch him and hold him fast we shall have no need to fear him more, and I think that I know how to bait the trap.""How will you bait it?" asked Hafela.
"Thus.Midway between the koppie and the wall behind which lie the men of the king stands a flat rock, and all about that rock are stretched the bodies of dead soldiers.Now, this is my plan: that when next one of those dark storm-clouds passes over the face of the moon six of the strongest of our warriors should creep upon their bellies down this way and that, as though they were also numbered with the slain.This done, you shall despatch a herald to call in the ears of the king that you desire to treat with him of peace.Then he will answer that if this be so you can come beneath the walls of his camp, and your herald shall refuse, saying that you fear treachery.But he must add that if Nodwengo will bid Hokosa to advance alone to the flat rock, you will bid me, Noma, whom none can fear, to do likewise, and that there we can talk in sight of both armies, and returning thence, make report to you and to Nodwengo.Afterwards, so soon as Hokosa has set his foot upon the rock, those men who seem to be dead shall spring upon him and drag him to our camp, where we can deal with him; for once the wizard is taken, the cause of Nodwengo is lost.""A good pitfall," said the prince; "but will Hokosa walk into the trap?""I think so, Hafela, for three reasons.He is altogether without fear;he will desire, if may be, to make peace on behalf of the king; and he has this strange weakness, that he still loves me, and will scarcely suffer an occasion of speaking with me to go past, although he has divorced me.""So be it," said the prince; "the game can be tried, and if it fails, why we lose nothing, whereas if it succeeds we gain Hokosa, which is much; for with you I think that our arms will never prosper while that accursed wizard sits yonder weaving his spells against us, and bringing our men to death by hundreds and by thousands."Then he gave his orders, and presently, when a cloud passed over the face of the moon, six chosen men crept forward under the lee of the flat rock and threw themselves down here and there amongst the dead.
Soon the cloud passed, and the herald advanced across the open space blowing a horn, and waving a branch in his hand to show that he came upon a mission of peace.
