After walking a few hundred yards we came to an enclosure, something like that surrounding the huts which had been allotted to us, only fifty times as big, for it could not have covered less than six or seven acres of ground.  All round the outside fence stood a row of huts, which were the habitations of the king’s wives.  Exactly opposite the gateway, on the further side of the open space, was a very large hut, built by itself, in which his majesty resided.  All the rest was open ground; that is to say, it would have been open had it not been filled by company after company of warriors, who were mustered there to the number of seven or eight thousand.  These men stood still as statues as we advanced through them, and it would be impossible to give an adequate idea of the grandeur of the spectacle which they presented, with their waving plumes, their glancing spears, and iron-backed ox-hide shields.

The space in front of the large hut was empty, but before it were placed several stools.  On three of these, at a sign from Infadoos, we seated ourselves, Umbopa standing behind us.  As for Infadoos, he took up a position by the door of the hut.  So we waited for ten minutes or more in the midst of a dead silence, but conscious that we were the object of the concentrated gaze of some eight thousand pairs of eyes.  It was a somewhat trying ordeal, but we carried it off as best we could.  At length the door of the hut opened, and a gigantic figure, with a splendid tiger-skin karross flung over its shoulders, stepped out, followed by the boy Scragga, and what appeared to us to be a withered-up monkey, wrapped in a fur cloak.  The figure seated itself upon a stool, Scragga took his stand behind it, and the withered-up monkey crept on all fours into the shade of the hut and squatted down.

Still there was silence.

Then the gigantic figure slipped off the karross and stood up before us, a truly alarming spectacle.  It was that of an enormous man with the most entirely repulsive countenance we had ever beheld.  This man’s lips were as thick as a Negro’s, the nose was flat, he had but one gleaming black eye, for the other was represented by a hollow in the face, and his whole expression was cruel and sensual to a degree.  From the large head rose a magnificent plume of white ostrich feathers, his body was clad in a shirt of shining chain armour, whilst round the waist and right knee were the usual garnishes of white ox-tail.  In his right hand was a huge spear, about the neck a thick torque of gold, and bound on the forehead shone dully a single and enormous uncut diamond.

Still there was silence; but not for long.  Presently the man, whom we rightly guessed to be the king, raised the great javelin in his hand.  Instantly eight thousand spears were lifted in answer, and from eight thousand throats rang out the royal salute of “Koom.”  Three times this was repeated, and each time the earth shook with the noise, that can only be compared to the deepest notes of thunder.