CHAPTER V
OTTER GIVES COUNSEL
When the burial was finished and Thomas Outram slept his last sleepbeneath six feet of earth and stones, his brother took out theprayer-book that Jane Beach had given him, which in truth formed all hislibrary, and read the funeral service over the grave, ending it by theglare of the lightning flashes. Then he and Otter went back to the caveand ate, speaking no word. After they had done their meal Leonard calledto the dwarf, who took his food at a little distance.
"Otter," he said, setting the lantern between them, "you are a faithfulman and clever in your way. I would tell you a story and ask yousomething. At the least," he added to himself in English, "in such amatter your judgment is as good as mine."
"Speak on, Baas," said the dwarf; "my ears are open;" and he squatteddown on the further side of the lantern like some great toad, watchinghis master's face with his black eyes.
"Otter, the Baas who is dead and I journeyed to this country about sevenyears ago. Before we came here we had been rich men, chiefs in our ownplace, but we lost our kraals and cattle and lands; they were sold,others took them and we became poor. Yes, we who were fat grew lean astrek oxen at the end of winter. Then we said to each other, 'Here wehave no longer any home, the shame of poverty has come upon us, we arebroken vessels, empty men of no account; also we are chiefs by blood,and here we cannot let ourselves out to labour like the common people,lest both the common people and the nobles should make a mock of us. Ourgreat stone kraal that has been ours for many generations is taken fromus, others dwell in it, strange women order it, and their children shallmove about the land. We will go away.'"
"The blood is the blood," broke in Otter, "the wealth is nothing; thatcomes and goes, but the blood is always the blood. Why did you notgather an impi, my father, and put these strangers to the spear and takeyour kraal again?"
"In our land this may not be, Otter, for there wealth is more than race.So we should have been brought to still greater shame. Riches alonecould give us back our home, and we had none left. Therefore we sworean oath together, the dead Baas and I, that we would journey to thisfar country and seek to win wealth that we might buy back our lands andkraal and rule over them as in past years, and our children after us."
"A good oath," said Otter, "but here we should have sworn it otherwise,and there would have been a ringing of steel about that kraal, not thechink of yellow iron."
"We came, Otter, and for seven years we have laboured harder than thelowest of our servants; we have travelled to and fro, mixing with manypeoples, learning many tongues, and what have we found? The Baas yondera grave in the wilderness--I the food that the wilderness gives, nomore."
"A poor wage so far," said Otter. "Ah! the ways of my people are moresimple and better. A red spear is brighter than the red gold, yes, andit is more honest."
"The wealth is unwon, Otter, and I have sworn to win the wealth or die.But last night I swore it again to him who lies dead."
"It is well, Baas; an oath is an oath and true men must keep it. Butriches cannot be gathered here, for the gold, most of it, is hid inthose rocks that are far too heavy to carry, and who may charm gold outof the rock? Not all the wizards in Zululand. At the least you and Icannot do it alone, even should the fever spare us. We must trek, Baas,and look elsewhere."
"Listen, Otter, the tale is yet to tell. The Baas who is dead dreamedbefore he died, he dreamed that I should win the gold, that I should winit by the help of a woman, and he bade me wait here a while after he wasdead. Say now, Otter, you who come of a people learned in dreams andare the child of a dream-doctor, was this a true dream or a sick man'sfancy?"
"Nay, Baas, who can tell for sure?" the dwarf answered; then pondered awhile, and set himself to trace lines in the dust of the floor with hisfinger. "Yet I say," he went on, "that the words of the dead uttered onthe edge of death shall come true. He promised that you should win thewealth: you will win it by this way or that, and the great kraal acrossthe water shall be yours again, and the children of strangers shallwander there no more. Let us obey the words of the dead and bide hereawhile as he commanded."
Seven days had passed, and on the night of the seventh Leonard Outramand Otter sat together once more in the little cave on Grave Mountain,for so they named this fatal spot. They did not speak, though each ofthem was speaking after his own fashion, and both had cause for thought.They had been hunting all day, but killed nothing except a guinea-fowl,most of which they had just eaten; it was the only food left to them.Game seemed to have abandoned the district--at least they could findnone.
Since his brother's death Leonard had given up all attempt to dig forgold--it was useless. Time hung heavy on his hands, for a man cannotsearch all day for buck which are not. Gloom had settled on his mindalso; he felt his brother's loss more acutely now than on the day heburied him. Moreover, for the first time he suffered from symptoms ofthe deadly fever which had carried off his three companions. Alas!he knew too well the meaning of this lassitude and nausea, and of theracking pain which from time to time shot through his head and limbs.That was how his brother's last sickness had begun.
Would his own days end in the same fashion? He did not greatly care, hewas reckless as to his fate, for the hard necessities of life had lefthim little time or inclination to rack himself with spiritual doubts.And yet it was awful to think of. He rehearsed the whole scene in hismind again and yet again until it became a reality to him. He saw hisown last struggle for life and Otter watching it. He saw the dwarfbearing him in his great arms to a lonely grave, there to cover him withearth, and then, with a sigh, to flee the haunted spot for ever. Whydid he stop to die of fever? Because his brother had bidden him to do sowith his dying breath; because of a superstition, a folly, which wouldmove any civilised man to scorn.
Ah! there was the rub, he was no longer a civilised man; he had lived solong with nature and savages that he had come to be as nature makesthe savage. His educated reason told him that this was folly, but hisinstinct--that faculty which had begun to take the place of educatedreason with him--spoke in another voice. He had gone back in the scaleof life, he had grown primitive; his mind was as the mind of a Norsemanor of an Aztec. It did not seem wonderful to him that his brother shouldhave prophesied upon his dying bed; it did not strike him as strangeeven that he should believe in the prophecy and act upon it. And yethe knew that in all probability this obedience would result in his owndeath.
Those who have lived much with nature will in some degree be familiarwith such sensations, for man and nature are ever at variance, and eachwould shape the other to its ends. In the issue nature wins. Man boastscontinually of his conquests over her, her instincts, her terrors, andher hopes. But let him escape from out his cities and the fellowshipof his kind, let him be alone with her for a while, and where is hissupremacy? He sinks back on to her breast again and is lost there as intime to be all his labours shall be lost. The grass of the field and thesand of the desert are more powerful than Babylon; they were before her,they are after her; and so it is with everything physical and moral intheir degrees, for here rules a nurse whom we human children must obeyat last, however much we may defy her.
Thus brooded Leonard as he sat, his hands in his pockets and an emptypipe between his teeth. Their tobacco was done, and yet he drew at thepipe, perhaps from habit. And all the while Otter watched him.
"Baas," he said at length, "you are sick, Baas."
"No," he answered, "that is, perhaps a little."
"Yes, Baas, a little. You have said nothing, but I know, I who watch.The fever has touched you with his finger, by-and-by he will grip youwith his whole hand, and then, Baas----"
"And then, Otter, good night."
"Yes, Baas, for you good night, and for me, what? Baas, you think toomuch and you have nothing to do, that is why you grow sick. Better thatwe should go and dig again."
"What for, Otter? Ant-bear holes make good graves."
"Evil talk, Baas. Rather let us go away and wait no m
ore than that youshould talk such talk, which is the beginning of death."
Then there was silence for a while.
"The truth is, Otter," said Leonard presently, "we are both fools. Itis useless for us to stay here with nothing to eat, nothing to drink,nothing to smoke, and only the fever to look forward to, expecting weknow not what. But what does it matter? Fools and wise men all come toone end. Lord! how my head aches and how hot it is! I wish that we hadsome quinine left. I am going out," and he rose impatiently and left thecave.
Otter followed him. He knew where he would go--to his brother's grave.Presently they were there, standing on the hither edge of a ravine. Acloud had hidden the face of the moon, and they could see nothing, sothey stood awhile idly waiting for it to pass.
As they rested thus, suddenly a moaning sound came to their ears, orrather a sound which, beginning with a moan, ended in a long low wail.
"What is that?" asked Leonard, looking towards the shadows on thefurther side of the ravine, whence the cry seemed to proceed.
"I do not know," answered Otter, "unless it be a ghost, or the voice ofone who mourns her dead."
"We are the only mourners here," said Leonard, and as he spoke once morethe low and piercing wail thrilled upon the air. Just then the cloudpassed, the moonlight shone out brilliantly, and they saw who it wasthat cried aloud in this desolate place. For there, not twenty pacesfrom them, on the other side of the ravine, crouched upon a stone androcking herself to and fro as though in an agony of despair and grief,sat a tall and withered woman.
With an exclamation of surprise Leonard started towards her, followed bythe dwarf. So absorbed was the woman in her sorrow that she neither sawnor heard them. Even when they stood close to her she did not perceivethem, for her face was hidden in her bony hands. Leonard looked at hercuriously. She was past middle age, but he could see that once she hadbeen handsome, and, for a native, very light in colour. Her hair wasgrizzled and crisp rather than woolly, and her hands and feet wereslender and finely shaped. At the moment he could discern no more of thewoman's personal appearance, for the face was covered, as has been said,and her body wrapped in a tattered blanket.
"Mother," he said, speaking in the Sisutu dialect, "what ails you thatyou weep here alone?"
The stranger let drop her hands and sprang up with a cry of fear. As itchanced, her gaze fell first upon the dwarf Otter, who was standing infront of her, and at the sight of him the cry died upon her lips, andher sunken cheeks, clear-cut features, and sullen black eyes became asthose of one who is petrified with terror. So strange was her aspectindeed that the dwarf and his master neither spoke nor moved; they stoodhushed and expectant. It was the woman who broke this silence, speakingin a low voice of awe and adoration and, as she spoke, sinking to herknees.
"And hast thou come to claim me at the last," she said, addressingOtter, "O thou whose name is Darkness, to whom I was given in marriage,and from whom I fled when I was young? Do I see thee in the flesh, Lordof the night, King of blood and terror, and is this thy priest? Or doI but dream? Nay, I dream not; slay on, thou priest, and let my sin bepurged."
"Here it seems," said Otter, "that we have to do with one who is mad."
"Nay, Jal," the woman answered, "I am not mad, though madness has beennigh to me of late."
"Neither am I named Jal or Darkness," answered the dwarf withirritation; "cease to speak folly, and tell the White Lord whence youcome, for I weary of this talk."
"If you are not Jal, Black One, the thing is strange, for as Jal is soyou are. But perchance it does not please you, having put on the flesh,to avow yourself before me. At the least be it as you will. If you arenot Jal, then I am safe from your vengeance, and if you are Jal I prayyou forget the sins of my youth and spare me."
"Who is Jal?" asked Leonard curiously.
"Nay, I know not," answered the woman, with a sudden change of manner."Hunger and weariness have turned my brain, and I spoke wandering words.Forget them and give me food, White Man," she added in a piteous tone,"give me food, for I starve."
"There is scant fare here," answered Leonard, "but you are welcome toit. Follow me, mother," and he led the way across the donga to the cave,the woman limping after him painfully.
There Otter gave her meat, and she ate as one eats who has gone hungryfor long, greedily and yet with effort. When she had finished she lookedat Leonard with her keen dark eyes and said:
"Say, White Lord, are you also a slave-trader?"
"No," he answered grimly, "I am a slave."
"Who is your master then--this Black One here?"
"Nay, he is but the slave of a slave. I have no master, mother; I have amistress, and she is named Fortune."
"The worst of mistresses," said the old woman, "or the best, for shelaughs ever behind her frown and mingles stripes with kisses."
"The stripes I know well, but not the kisses," answered Leonardgloomily; then added in another tone, "What is your errand, mother? Howare you named, and what do you seek wandering alone in the mountains?"
"I am named Soa, and I seek succour for one whom I love and who is insore distress. Will my lord listen to my tale?"
"Speak on," said Leonard.
Then the woman crouched down before him and told this story.
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