“Is this the answer that I am to take back to Hokosa?” asked Noma.  “It will scarcely bind him to your cause, Prince, and I wonder that you dare to speak it to me who am his wife.”

“I dare to speak it to you, Noma, because, although you be his wife, all wives do not love their lords; and I think that, perchance in days to come, you would choose rather to hold the hand of a young king than that of a witch-doctor sinking into eld.  Thus shall you answer Hokosa:  You shall say to him that I have heard his words and that I find them very good, and will walk along the path which he has made.  Here before you I swear by the oath that may not be broken—­the sacred oath, calling down ruin upon my head should I break one word of it—­that if by his aid I succeed in this great venture, I will pay him the price he asks.  After myself, the king, he shall be the greatest man among the people; he shall be general of the armies; he shall be captain of the council and head of the doctors, and to him shall be given half the cattle of Nodwengo.  Also, into his hand I will deliver all those who cling to this faith of the Christians, and, if it pleases him, he shall offer them as a sacrifice to his god.  This I swear, and you, Noma, are witness to the oath.  Yet it may chance that after he, Hokosa, has gathered up all this pomp and greatness, he himself shall be gathered up by Death, that harvest-man whom soon or late will garner every ear;” and he looked at her meaningly.

“It may be so, Prince,” she answered.

“It may be so,” he repeated, “and when——­”

“When it is so, then, Prince, we will talk together, but not till then.  Nay, touch me not, for were he to command me, Hokosa has this power over me that I must show him all that you have done, keeping nothing back.  Let me go now to the place that is made ready for me, and afterwards you shall tell me again and more fully the words that I must say to Hokosa my husband.”

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On the morrow Hafela held a secret council of his great men, and the next day an embassy departed to Nodwengo the king, taking to him that message which Hokosa, through Noma his wife, had put into the lips of the prince.  Twenty days later the embassy returned saying that it pleased the king to grant the prayer of his brother Hafela, and bringing with it the tidings that the white man, Messenger, had fallen sick, and it was thought that he would die.

So in due course the women and children of the people of Hafela started upon their journey towards the new land where it was given out that they should live, and with them went Noma, purposing to leave them as they drew near the gates of the Great Place of the king.  A while after, Hafela and his impis followed with carriers bearing their fighting shields in bundles, and having their stabbing spears rolled up in mats.

CHAPTER XVI

THE REPENTANCE OF HOKOSA