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_ At the top of the rise we halted for a second to breathe our
horses; and, turning, glanced at the battle beneath us, which,
illumined as it was by the fierce rays of the sinking sun
staining the whole scene red, looked from where we were more like
some wild titanic picture than an actual hand-to-hand combat.
The distinguishing scenic effect from that distance was the
countless distinct flashes of light reflected from the swords and
spears, otherwise the panorama was not so grand as might have
been expected. The great green lap of sward in which the
struggle was being fought out, the bold round outline of the
hills behind, and the wide sweep of the plain beyond, seemed to
dwarf it; and what was tremendous enough when one was in it, grew
insignificant when viewed from the distance. But is it not thus
with all the affairs and doings of our race about which we blow
the loud trumpet and make such a fuss and worry? How utterly
antlike, and morally and physically insignificant, must they seem
to the calm eyes that watch them from the arching depths above!
'We win the day, Macumazahn,' said old Umslopogaas, taking in the
whole situation with a glance of his practised eye. 'Look, the
Lady of the Night's forces give on every side, there is no
stiffness left in them, they bend like hot iron, they are
fighting with but half a heart. But alas! the battle will in a
manner be drawn, for the darkness gathers, and the regiments will
not be able to follow and slay!'--and he shook his head sadly.
'But,' he added, 'I do not think that they will fight again. We
have fed them with too strong a meat. Ah! it is well to have
lived! At last I have seen a fight worth seeing.'
By this time we were on our way again, and as we went side by
side I told him what our mission was, and how that, if it failed,
all the lives that had been lost that day would have been lost in
vain.
'Ah!' he said, 'nigh on a hundred miles and no horses but these,
and to be there before the dawn! Well--away! away! man can but
try, Macumazahn; and mayhap we shall be there in time to split
that old "witch-finder's" [Agon's] skull for him. Once he wanted
to burn us, the old "rain-maker", did he? And now he would set a
snare for my mother [Nyleptha], would he? Good! So sure as my
name is the name of the Woodpecker, so surely, be my mother alive
or dead, will I split him to the beard. Ay, by T'Chaka's head I
swear it!' and he shook Inkosi-kaas as he galloped. By now the
darkness was closing in, but fortunately there would be a moon
later, and the road was good.
On we sped through the twilight, the two splendid horses we
bestrode had got their wind by this, and were sweeping along with
a wide steady stride that neither failed nor varied for mile upon
mile. Down the side of slopes we galloped, across wide vales
that stretched to the foot of far-off hills. Nearer and nearer
grew the blue hills; now we were travelling up their steeps, and
now we were over and passing towards others that sprang up like
visions in the far, faint distance beyond.
On, never pausing or drawing rein, through the perfect quiet of
the night, that was set like a song to the falling music of our
horses' hoofs; on, past deserted villages, where only some
forgotten starving dog howled a melancholy welcome; on, past
lonely moated dwellings; on, through the white patchy moonlight,
that lay coldly upon the wide bosom of the earth, as though there
was no warmth in it; on, knee to knee, for hour after hour!
We spake not, but bent us forward on the necks of those two
glorious horses, and listened to their deep, long-drawn breaths
as they filled their great lungs, and to the regular unfaltering
ring of their round hoofs. Grim and black indeed did old
Umslopogaas look beside me, mounted upon the great white horse,
like Death in the Revelation of St John, as now and again lifting
his fierce set face he gazed out along the road, and pointed with
his axe towards some distant rise or house.
And so on, still on, without break or pause for hour after hour.
At last I felt that even the splendid animal that I rode was
beginning to give out. I looked at my watch; it was nearly
midnight, and we were considerably more than half way. On the
top of a rise was a little spring, which I remembered because I
had slept by it a few nights before, and here I motioned to
Umslopogaas to pull up, having determined to give the horses and
ourselves ten minutes to breathe in. He did so, and we
dismounted--that is to say, Umslopogaas did, and then helped me
off, for what with fatigue, stiffness, and the pain of my wound,
I could not do so for myself; and then the gallant horses stood
panting there, resting first one leg and then another, while the
sweat fell drip, drip, from them, and the steam rose and hung in
pale clouds in the still night air.
Leaving Umslopogaas to hold the horses, I hobbled to the spring
and drank deep of its sweet waters. I had had nothing but a
single mouthful of wine since midday, when the battle began, and
I was parched up, though my fatigue was too great to allow me to
feel hungry. Then, having laved my fevered head and hands, I
returned, and the Zulu went and drank. Next we allowed the
horses to take a couple of mouthfuls each--no more; and oh, what
a struggle we had to get the poor beasts away from the water!
There were yet two minutes, and I employed it in hobbling up and
down to try and relieve my stiffness, and in inspecting the
condition of the horses. My mare, gallant animal though she was,
was evidently much distressed; she hung her head, and her eye
looked sick and dull; but Daylight, Nyleptha's glorious
horse--who, if he is served aright, should, like the steeds who
saved great Rameses in his need, feed for the rest of his days
out of a golden manger--was still comparatively speaking fresh,
notwithstanding the fact that he had had by far the heavier
weight to carry. He was 'tucked up', indeed, and his legs were
weary, but his eye was bright and clear, and he held his shapely
head up and gazed out into the darkness round him in a way that
seemed to say that whoever failed HE was good for those
five-and-forty miles that yet lay between us and Milosis. Then
Umslopogaas helped me into the saddle and--vigorous old savage
that he was!--vaulted into his own without touching a stirrup,
and we were off once more, slowly at first, till the horses got
into their stride, and then more swiftly. So we passed over
another ten miles, and then came a long, weary rise of some six
or seven miles, and three times did my poor black mare nearly
come to the ground with me. But on the top she seemed to gather
herself together, and rattled down the slope with long,
convulsive strides, breathing in gasps. We did that three or
four miles more swiftly than any since we had started on our wild
ride, but I felt it to be a last effort, and I was right.
Suddenly my poor horse took the bit between her teeth and bolted
furiously along a stretch of level ground for some three or four
hundred yards, and then, with two or three jerky strides, pulled
herself up and fell with a crash right on to her head, I rolling
myself free as she did so. As I struggled to my feet the brave
beast raised her head and looked at me with piteous bloodshot
eyes, and then her head dropped with a groan and she was dead.
Her heart was broken.
Umslopogaas pulled up beside the carcase, and I looked at him in
dismay. There were still more than twenty miles to do by dawn,
and how were we to do it with one horse? It seemed hopeless, but
I had forgotten the old Zulu's extraordinary running powers.
Without a single word he sprang from the saddle and began to
hoist me into it.
'What wilt thou do?' I asked.
'Run,' he answered, seizing my stirrup-leather.
Then off we went again, almost as fast as before; and oh, the
relief it was to me to get that change of horses! Anybody who
has ever ridden against time will know what it meant.
Daylight sped along at a long stretching hand-gallop, giving the
gaunt Zulu a lift at every stride. It was a wonderful thing to
see old Umslopogaas run mile after mile, his lips slightly parted
and his nostrils agape like the horse's. Every five miles or so
we stopped for a few minutes to let him get his breath, and then
flew on again.
'Canst thou go farther,' I said at the third of these stoppages,
'or shall I leave thee to follow me?'
He pointed with his axe to a dim mass before us. It was the
Temple of the Sun, now not more than five miles away.
'I reach it or I die,' he gasped.
Oh, that last five miles! The skin was rubbed from the inside of
my legs, and every movement of my horse gave me anguish. Nor was
that all. I was exhausted with toil, want of food and sleep, and
also suffering very much from the blow I had received on my left
side; it seemed as though a piece of bone or something was slowly
piercing into my lung. Poor Daylight, too, was pretty nearly
finished, and no wonder. But there was a smell of dawn in the
air, and we might not stay; better that all three of us should
die upon the road than that we should linger while there was life
in us. The air was thick and heavy, as it sometimes is before
the dawn breaks, and--another infallible sign in certain parts of
Zu-Vendis that sunrise is at hand--hundreds of little spiders
pendant on the end of long tough webs were floating about in it.
These early-rising creatures, or rather their webs, caught upon
the horse's and our own forms by scores, and, as we had neither
the time nor the energy to brush them off, we rushed along
covered with hundreds of long grey threads that streamed out a
yard or more behind us--and a very strange appearance they must
have given us.
And now before us are the huge brazen gates of the outer wall of
the Frowning City, and a new and horrible doubt strikes me: What
if they will not let us in?
'OPEN! OPEN!' I shout imperiously, at the same time giving the
royal password. 'OPEN! OPEN! a messenger, a messenger with
tidings of the war!'
'What news?' cried the guard. 'And who art thou that ridest so
madly, and who is that whose tongue lolls out'--and it actually
did--'and who runs by thee like a dog by a chariot?'
'It is the Lord Macumazahn, and with him is his dog, his black
dog. OPEN! OPEN! I bring tidings.'
The great gates ran back on their rollers, and the drawbridge
fell with a rattling crash, and we dashed on through the one and
over the other.
'What news, my lord, what news?' cried the guard.
'Incubu rolls Sorais back, as the wind a cloud,' I answered, and
was gone.
One more effort, gallant horse, and yet more gallant man!
So, fall not now, Daylight, and hold thy life in thee for fifteen
short minutes more, old Zulu war-dog, and ye shall both live for
ever in the annals of the land.
On, clattering through the sleeping streets. We are passing the
Flower Temple now--one mile more, only one little mile--hold on,
keep your life in thee, see the houses run past of themselves.
Up, good horse, up, there--but fifty yards now. Ah! you see your
stables and stagger on gallantly.
'Thank God, the palace at last!' and see, the first arrows of the
dawn are striking on the Temple's golden dome. *{Of course, the
roof of the Temple, being so high, caught the light some time
before the breaking of the dawn. --A. Q.} But shall I get in
here, or is the deed done and the way barred?
Once more I give the password and shout 'OPEN! OPEN!'
No answer, and my heart grows very faint.
Again I call, and this time a single voice replies, and to my joy
I recognize it as belonging to Kara, a fellow-officer of
Nyleptha's guards, a man I know to be as honest as the
light--indeed, the same whom Nyleptha had sent to arrest Sorais
on the day she fled to the temple.
'Is it thou, Kara?' I cry; 'I am Macumazahn. Bid the guard let
down the bridge and throw wide the gate. Quick, quick!'
Then followed a space that seemed to me endless, but at length
the bridge fell and one half of the gate opened and we got into
the courtyard, where at last poor Daylight fell down beneath me,
as I thought, dead. Except Kara, there was nobody to be seen,
and his look was wild, and his garments were all torn. He had
opened the gate and let down the bridge alone, and was now
getting them up and shut again (as, owing to a very ingenious
arrangement of cranks and levers, one man could easily do, and
indeed generally did do).
'Where are the guard?' I gasped, fearing his answer as I never
feared anything before.
'I know not,' he answered; 'two hours ago, as I slept, was I
seized and bound by the watch under me, and but now, this very
moment, have I freed myself with my teeth. I fear, I greatly
fear, that we are betrayed.'
His words gave me fresh energy. Catching him by the arm, I
staggered, followed by Umslopogaas, who reeled after us like a
drunken man, through the courtyards, up the great hall, which was
silent as the grave, towards the Queen's sleeping-place.
We reached the first ante-room--no guards; the second, still no
guards. Oh, surely the thing was done! we were too late after
all, too late! The silence and solitude of those great chambers
was dreadful, and weighed me down like an evil dream. On, right
into Nyleptha's chamber we rushed and staggered, sick at heart,
fearing the very worst; we saw there was a light in it, ay, and a
figure bearing the light. Oh, thank God, it is the White Queen
herself, the Queen unharmed! There she stands in her night gear,
roused, by the clatter of our coming, from her bed, the heaviness
of sleep yet in her eyes, and a red blush of fear and shame
mantling her lovely breast and cheek.
'Who is it?' she cries. 'What means this? Oh, Macumazahn, is it
thou? Why lookest thou so wildly? Thou comest as one bearing
evil tidings--and my lord--oh, tell me not my lord is dead--not
dead!' she wailed, wringing her white hands.
'I left Incubu wounded, but leading the advance against Sorais
last night at sundown; therefore let thy heart have rest. Sorais
is beaten back all along her lines, and thy arms prevail.'
'I knew it,' she cried in triumph. 'I knew that he would win;
and they called him Outlander, and shook their wise heads when I
gave him the command! Last night at sundown, sayest thou, and it
is not yet dawn? Surely--'
'Throw a cloak around thee, Nyleptha,' I broke in, 'and give us
wine to drink; ay, and call thy maidens quick if thou wouldst
save thyself alive. Nay, stay not.'
Thus adjured she ran and called through the curtains towards some
room beyond, and then hastily put on her sandals and a thick
cloak, by which time a dozen or so of half-dressed women were
pouring into the room.
'Follow us and be silent,' I said to them as they gazed with
wondering eyes, clinging one to another. So we went into the
first ante-room.
'Now,' I said, 'give us wine to drink and food, if ye have it,
for we are near to death.'
The room was used as a mess-room for the officers of the guards,
and from a cupboard some flagons of wine and some cold flesh were
brought forth, and Umslopogaas and I drank, and felt life flow
back into our veins as the good red wine went down.
'Hark to me, Nyleptha,' I said, as I put down the empty tankard.
'Hast thou here among these thy waiting-ladies any two of
discretion?'
'Ay,' she said, 'surely.'
'Then bid them go out by the side entrance to any citizens whom
thou canst bethink thee of as men loyal to thee, and pray them
come armed, with all honest folk that they can gather, to rescue
thee from death. Nay, question not; do as I say, and quickly.
Kara here will let out the maids.'
She turned, and selecting two of the crowd of damsels, repeated
the words I had uttered, giving them besides a list of the names
of the men to whom each should run.
'Go swiftly and secretly; go for your very lives,' I added.
In another moment they had left with Kara, whom I told to rejoin
us at the door leading from the great courtyard on to the
stairway as soon as he had made fast behind the girls. Thither,
too, Umslopogaas and I made our way, followed by the Queen and
her women. As we went we tore off mouthfuls of food, and between
them I told her what I knew of the danger which encompassed her,
and how we found Kara, and how all the guards and men-servants
were gone, and she was alone with her women in that great place;
and she told me, too, that a rumour had spread through the town
that our army had been utterly destroyed, and that Sorais was
marching in triumph on Milosis, and how in consequence thereof
all men had fallen away from her.
Though all this takes some time to tell, we had not been but six
or seven minutes in the palace; and notwithstanding that the
golden roof of the temple being very lofty was ablaze with the
rays of the rising sun, it was not yet dawn, nor would be for
another ten minutes. We were in the courtyard now, and here my
wound pained me so that I had to take Nyleptha's arm, while
Umslopogaas rolled along after us, eating as he went.
Now we were across it, and had reached the narrow doorway through
the palace wall that opened on to the mighty stair.
I looked through and stood aghast, as well I might. The door was
gone, and so were the outer gates of bronze--entirely gone. They
had been taken from their hinges, and as we afterwards found,
hurled from the stairway to the ground two hundred feet beneath.
There in front of us was the semicircular standing-space, about
twice the size of a large oval dining-table, and the ten curved
black marble steps leading on to the main stair--and that was
all. _
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