' My children, I sent my son and
other messengers on a far journey to where I knew the men dwelt, and
they have returned after many months bringing those men with them,
bringing with them also another of whom I knew nothing--yes, her who is
appointed, her of whom the Spirit spoke."
Then he lifted his withered hand and held it towards Benita, saying: "I
tell you that yonder she sits for whom the generations have waited."
"It is so," answered the Makalanga. "It is the White Lady come again to
take her own."
"Friends," asked the Molimo, while they wondered at his strange speech,
"tell me, have you brought the guns?"
"Surely," answered Mr. Clifford, "they are there in the waggon, every
one of them, the best that can be made, and with them ten thousand
cartridges, bought at a great cost. We have fulfilled our share of the
bargain; now will you fulfil yours, or shall we go away again with the
guns and leave you to meet the Matabele with your assegais?"
"Say you the agreement while we listen," answered the Molimo.
"Good," said Mr. Clifford. "It is this: That you shall find us food and
shelter while we are with you. That you shall lead us into the secret
place at the head of the hill, where the Portuguese died, and the gold
is hidden. That you shall allow us to search for that gold when and
where we will.
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