“The storm will be fierce,” said the king uneasily, glancing at the western sky, upon whose bosom the blue lightnings played with an incessant flicker.  Then he bade those about him stand back, and calling Owen and the prince to him, said:  “Messenger, my son tells me that your wisdom knows a plan whereby you may be preserved from the fury of the tempest.  Use it, I pray of you, Messenger, that your life may be saved, and with it the life of the only son who is left to me.”

“I cannot,” answered Owen, “for thus by doubting Him I should tempt my Master.  Still, it is not laid upon the prince to accompany through this trial.  Let him stay here, and I alone will stand beneath the cross.”

“Stay, Nodwengo,” implored the old man.

“I did not think to live to hear my father bid me, one of the royal blood of the Amasuka, to desert my captain in the hour of battle and hide myself in the grass like a woman,” answered the prince with a bitter smile.  “Nay, it may be that death awaits me yonder, but nothing except death shall keep me back from the venture.”

“It is well spoken,” said the king; “be it as you will.”

Now the company of wizards, leaving their medicine-pots upon the ground, formed themselves in a treble line, and marching to where the king stood, they saluted him.  Then they sang the praises of their god, and in a song that had been prepared, heaped insult upon the God of the white man and upon the messenger who preached Him.  To all of this Owen listened in silence.

“He is a coward!” cried their spokesman; “he has not a word to say.  He skulks there in his white robes behind the majesty of the king.  Let him go forth and stand by his piece of wood.  He dare not go!  He thinks the hillside safer.  Come out, little White Man, and we will show you how we manage the lightnings.  Ah! they shall fly about you like spears in battle.  You shall throw yourself upon the ground and shriek in terror, and then they will lick you up and you shall be no more, and there will be an end of you and the symbol of your God.”

“Cease your boastings,” said the king shortly, “and get you back to your place, knowing that if it should chance that the white man conquers you will be called upon to answer for these words.”

“We shall be ready, O King,” they cried; and amidst the cheers of the vast audience they marched back to their station, still singing the blasphemous mocking song.

Now to the west all the heavens were black as night, though the eastern sky still showed blue and cloudless.  Nature lay oppressed with silence—­silence intense and unnatural; and so great was the heat that the air danced visibly above the ironstone as it dances about a glowing stove.  Suddenly the quietude was broken by a moaning sound of wind; the grass stirred, the leaves of the trees began to shiver, and an icy breath beat upon Owen’s brow.

“Let us be going,” he said, and lifting the ivory crucifix above his head, he passed the stream and walked towards the wooden cross.  After him came the Prince Nodwengo, wearing his royal dress of leopard skin, and after him, John, arrayed in a linen robe.