_ "My lord, I, Soa, am the servant of a white man, a trader who lives on
the banks of the Zambesi some four days' march from hence, having a
house there which he built many years ago."
"How is the white man named?" asked Leonard.
"The black people call him Mavoom, but his white name is Rodd. He is a
good master and no common man, but he has this fault, that at times he
is drunken. Twenty years ago or more Mavoom, my lord, married a white
woman, a Portuguese whose father dwelt at Delagoa Bay, and who was
beautiful, ah! beautiful. Then he settled on the banks of the Zambesi
and became a trader, building the house where he is now, or rather
where its ruins are. Here his wife died in childbirth; yes, she died
in my arms, and it was I who reared her daughter Juanna, tending her
from the cradle to this day.
"Now, after the death of his wife Mavoom became more drunken. Still,
when he is not in liquor he is very clever and a good trader, and
several times he has collected ivory and feathers and gold worth much
money, and also has bred cattle by hundreds. Then he would say that he
must leave the wilderness and go to another country across the water,
I know not where, that country whence the Englishmen come.
"Twice he has started to go, and I with him and his daughter Juanna,
my mistress, who is named the Shepherdess of Heaven by the black
people, because they think that she has the gift of foretelling rain.
But once Mavoom stopped in a town, at Durban in Natal, and getting
drunk he gambled away all his money in a month, and once he lost it in
a river, the boat being overset by a river-horse and the ivory and
gold sinking out of sight. Still, the last time that he started he
left his daughter, the Shepherdess, at Durban, and there she stayed
for three years learning those things that the white women know, for
she is very clever, as clever as she is beautiful and good. Now, for
nearly two years she has been back at the Settlement, for she came to
Delagoa Bay in a ship, and I with her, and Mavoom met us.
"But one month gone my mistress the Shepherdess spoke to her father
Mavoom, telling him that she wearied of their lonely life in the
wilderness and wished to sail across the waters to the land which is
called Home. He listened to her, for Mavoom loves his daughter, and
said that it should be so. But he said this also: that first he would
go on a trading journey up the river to buy a store of ivory of which
he knew. Now she was against this, saying, 'Let us start at once, we
have tempted chance too long, and once again we are rich. Let us go to
Natal and pass over the seas.'
"Still he would not listen, for he is a headstrong man. So on the
morrow he started to search for the store of ivory, and the lady
Juanna his daughter wept, for though she is fearless, it was not
fitting that she should be left thus alone; also she hated to be apart
from her father, for it is when she is not there to watch that he
becomes drunken.
"Mavoom left, and twelve days went by while I and my mistress the
Shepherdess sat at the Settlement waiting till he returned. Now it is
the custom of my mistress, when she is dressed, to read each morning
from a certain holy book in which are written the laws of that Great-
Great whom she worships. On the thirteenth morning, therefore, she sat
beneath the verandah of the house, reading in the book according to
her custom, and I went about my work making food ready. Suddenly I
heard a tumult, and looking over the wall which is round the garden
and to the left of the house, I saw a great number of men, some of
them white, some Arab, and some half-breeds, one mounted and the
others on foot, and behind them a long caravan of slaves with the
slave-sticks set upon their necks.
"As they came these men fired guns at the people of the Settlement,
who ran this way and that. Some of the people fell, and more were made
captive, but others of them got away, for they were at work in the
fields and had seen the slave-traders coming.
"Now, as I gazed affrighted, I saw my mistress, the Shepherdess,
flying towards the wall behind which I stood, the book she was reading
being still in her hand. But as she reached it, the man mounted on the
mule overtook her, and she turned about and faced him, setting her
back against the wall. Then I crouched down and hid myself among some
banana-trees, and watched what passed through a crack in the wall.
"The man on the mule was old and fat, his hair was white and his face
yellow and wrinkled. I knew him at once, for often I have heard of him
before, who has been the terror of this country for many years. He is
named the Yellow Devil by the black people, but his Portuguese name is
Pereira, and he has his place in a secret spot down by one of the
mouths of the Zambesi. Here he collects the slaves, and here the
traders come twice a year with their dhows to carry them to market.
"Now this man looked at my mistress as she stood terrified with her
back against the wall; then he laughed and cried aloud in Portuguese,
'Here we have a pretty prize. This must be that Juanna of whose beauty
I have heard. Where is your father, my dove? Gone trading up the
river, has he not? Ah! I knew it, or perhaps I should not have
ventured here. But it was wrong of him to leave one so pretty all
alone. Well, well, he is about his business, and I must be about mine,
for I am a merchant also, my dove, a merchant who trades in
blackbirds. One with silver feathers does not often come my way, and I
must make the most of her. There is many a young man in our part who
will bid briskly for such eyes as yours. Never fear, my dove, we will
soon find you a husband.'
"Thus the Yellow Devil spoke, White Man, while the Shepherdess my
mistress crouched against the wall and stared at him with frightened
eyes, and the slave-traders his servants laughed aloud at his evil
words. Presently she seemed to understand, and I saw her slowly lift
her hand towards her head. Then I knew her purpose.
"Now, there is a certain deadly poison, White Man, of which I have the
secret, and that secret I taught long ago to my mistress. It is so
deadly that a piece of it no larger than the smallest ant can kill a
man--yes, the instant after it touches his tongue he will be dead.
Living alone as she does in the wilds, it is the custom of my mistress
to carry a portion of this poison hidden in her hair, since a time
might come when she must use it to save herself from worse than death.
Now it seemed to her that this hour was upon her, and I knew that she
was about to take the poison. Then in my fear I whispered to her
through the crack in the wall, speaking in an ancient tongue which I
have taught her, the tongue of my own people, White Man, and saying:
'Hold your hand, Shepherdess; while you live you may escape, but from
death there is no escape. It will be time to use the poison when the
worst is with you.'
"She heard and understood, for I saw her bow her head slightly, and
her hand fell to her side. Then Pereira spoke again:
"'And now, if you are ready,' he said, 'we will be moving, for it is
eight days' journey to my little Nest on the coast, and who can tell
when the dhows will come to fetch my blackbirds? Have you anything to
say before you go, my dove?'
"Now my mistress spoke for the first time, answering, 'I am in your
power, but I do not fear you, for if need be I can escape you. But I
tell you this: that your wickedness shall bring your own death upon
you;' and she glanced round at the bodies of those whom the slave-
traders had murdered, at the captives upon whom they were setting
chains and forks of wood, and the columns of smoke that were rising
from her home, for the roof of the Settlement had been fired.
"For a moment the Portuguese looked frightened, then he laughed aloud
and said with an oath, crossing himself after the fashion of his
people as a protection against the curse, 'What! you prophesy, do you,
my dove, and you can escape me at your will, can you? Well, we shall
see. Bring the other mule for this lady, you fellows.'
"The mule was brought, and Juanna, my mistress, was set upon it. Then
the slave-traders shot down such of the captives as they thought to be
of no value, the drivers flogged the slaves with their three-thonged
/sjambochs/ of hippopotamus-hide, and the caravan moved on down the
banks of the river.
"When all had gone I crept from my hiding-place and sought out those
men of the Settlement who had escaped the slaughter, praying them to
find arms and follow on the Yellow Devil's spoor, waiting for an
opportunity to rescue the Shepherdess whom they loved. But they would
not do this, for the heart was out of them, they were cowed by fear,
and most of the head-men had been taken captive. No, they would do
nothing except weep over their dead and the burnt kraals. 'You
cowards,' I said, 'if you will not come, then I must go alone. At the
least let some of you pass up the river and search for Mavoom, to tell
him what has chanced here in his house.'
"The men said that they would do this, and taking a blanket and a
little food, I followed upon the track of the slave-drivers. For four
days I followed, sometimes coming in sight of them, till at length the
meat was done and my strength left me. On the morning of the fifth day
I could go no farther, so I crept to the top of a koppie and watched
their long line winding across the plain. In its centre were two
mules, and on one of these mules sat a woman. Then I knew that no harm
had befallen my mistress as yet, for she still lived.
"Now from the koppie I saw a little kraal far away to the right, and
to this kraal I came that same afternoon with my last strength. I told
its people that I had escaped from the slave-drivers, and they treated
me kindly. Here it was also I learnt that some white men from Natal
were digging for gold in these mountains, and next day I travelled on
in search of them, thinking perchance they would help me, for I know
well that the English hate the slave-drivers. And here, my lord, I am
come at last with much toil, and now I pray you deliver my mistress
the Shepherdess from the hands of the Yellow Devil. Oh! my Lord, I
seem poor and wretched; but I tell you that if you can deliver her you
shall win a great reward. Yes, I will reveal to you that which I have
kept hidden all my life, ay, even from Mavoom my master; /I will
reveal to you the secret treasures of my people, 'The Children of the
Mist.'/"
Now when Leonard, who all the while had been listening attentively and
in silence to Soa's tale, heard her last words, he raised his head and
stared at her, thinking that her sorrows had made her mad. There was
no look of madness upon the woman's fierce face, however, but only one
of the most earnest and indeed passionate entreaty. So, letting this
matter go by for the while, he spoke to her:
"Are you then crazed, mother?" he said. "You see that I am alone here
with one servant, for my three companions, of whom the people in the
kraal told you, are dead through fever, and I myself am smitten with
it. And yet you ask me, alone as I am, to travel to this slave-
trader's camp that is you know not where, and there, single-handed, to
rescue your mistress, if indeed you have a mistress, and your tale is
true. Are you then mad, mother?"
"No, Lord, I am not mad, and that which I tell you is true, every word
of it. I know that I ask a great thing, but I know also that you
Englishmen can do great things when you are well paid. Strive to help
me and you shall have your reward. Ay, should you fail, and live, I
can still give you a reward; not much perhaps, but more than you have
ever earned."
"Never mind the reward now, mother," broke in Leonard testily, for the
veiled sarcasm of Soa's speech had stung him, "unless, indeed, you can
cure me of the fever," he added with a laugh.
"I can do that," she answered quietly; "to-morrow morning I will cure
you."
"So much the better," he said, with an incredulous smile. "And now of
your wisdom tell me how am I to look for your mistress, to say nothing
of rescuing her, when I do not know whither she has been taken?
Probably this Nest of which the Portugee talked is a secret place. How
long has she been carried off?"
"This will be the twelfth day, Lord. As for the Nest, it is secret;
that I have discovered. It is to your wisdom that I look to find it."
Leonard mused awhile, then a thought struck him. Turning to the dwarf,
who had been sitting by listening to all that was said in stolid
silence, his great head resting upon his knees, he spoke to him in
Dutch:
"Otter, were you not once taken as a slave?"
"Yes, Baas, once, ten years ago."
"How was it?"
"Thus Baas. I was hunting on the Zambesi with the soldiers of a tribe
there--it was after my own people had driven me out because they said
that I was too ugly to become their chief, as I was born to be. Then
the Yellow Devil, that same man of whom the woman speaks, fell upon us
with Arabs, and took us to his place, there to await the slave-dhows.
He was a stout man, horrible to see, and elderly. The day the dhows
came in I escaped by swimming; and all the others who remained alive
were taken off in ships to Zanzibar."
"Could you find your way to that place again, Otter?"
"Yes, Baas. It is a hard spot to find, for the path runs through
morasses; moreover the place is secret and protected by water. All of
us slaves were blindfolded during the last day's march. But I worked
up my bandage with my nose--ah! my big nose served me well that day--
and watched the path from beneath it, and Otter never forgets a road
over which his feet have travelled. Also I followed that path back."
"Could you find the spot from here?"
"Yes, Baas. I should go along these mountains, ten days' journey or
more, till we struck the southernmost mouth of the Zambesi below
Luabo. Then I should follow the river down a day's journey. Afterwards
two or more days through the swamps and we come to the place. But it
is a strong place, Baas, and there are many men armed with guns in it;
moreover, there is a big cannon, a 'by-and-by'!"
Again Leonard thought a moment, then he turned to Soa and asked, "Do
you understand Dutch? No? Well I have found out something of this Nest
from my servant. Pereira said that it was eight days' journey from
your master's settlement, so your mistress has been there some three
or four days if she ever reached it. Now, from what I know of the
habits of slave-traders on this coast, the dhows will not begin to
take in their cargoes for another month, because of the monsoon.
Therefore, if I am correct, there is plenty of time. Mind you, Mother,
I am not saying that I will have anything to do with this business; I
must think it over first."
"Yes, you will, White Man," she answered, "when you know the reward;
but of that I will tell you to-morrow, after I have cured you of your
fever. And now I pray, Black One, show me a place where I may sleep,
for I am very weary." _