"Ha! I have a better plan. Thou shalt take Umlilwane"s place."
He stuck his candle on a projecting slab of rock, then bending down he laid hold of the witch-doctress by the feet and began to drag her along the ground. She was ma.s.sive in her proportions, and he did not make rapid headway; the more so that the wretched creature began to struggle, though feebly, for she had lost an enormous quant.i.ty of blood, and indeed but for the endurance of her race, which dies as hard as it lives, life would have been extinct in her long ago. It was a horrible scene. The almost nude body of the hag was one ma.s.s of blood, which, coagulated over a dozen ghastly wounds, now began to well forth afresh; the muscular, half-bent form of the grim old warrior, glistening with perspiration, as with the blaze of unsatiated revenge burning in his eyes he dragged her along that grisly cavern floor. Tugging, hauling, perspiring, growling, he at length reached the brow of the pit with his ghastly freight. Then pausing a moment, with a devilish grin on his face, to contemplate the object of his deadly rancour, he pushed the body over. A dull thud and a smothered groan told that it had reached the bottom.
"_Hau_! h.e.l.l cat--toad"s sp.a.w.n!" he cried. "How do you feel down there?
Where is the great witch-doctress of the Gcaleka nation now? Where is Sarili"s great councillor of the Spirit-world now? With those whom her wizard arts destroyed. Men, brave fighting men all, were they--what are they now? Bones, skulls, among which the serpents crawl in and out,"
and as if to emphasise his words, a hissing went forth from the reptiles disturbed by this new invasion of their prison house. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed. "Wise witch-doctress, thou canst `smell out" their spirits once more in the darkness before thou diest. Thou art a great magician, but the magic of the white men--the magic of Ixeshane--is greater than thine, and it has delivered thee into my hand.
"Hlangani, the valiant--the fighting chief of the Ama Gcaleka--the herald of Sarili--is dead. _Hau_!" Then raising his voice to a high taunting pitch, he cried, "where is Maqwela, the warrior who struck the Amanglezi in three wars? His skull is beside thee--talk to it. Where is Mpunhla, erstwhile my friend? He, too, was condemned to `The Home of the Serpents" by thee. He, too, is beside thee. Where is Vudana, my kinsman? The black ants have picked his bones. This, too, was thy work, and I, Josane, would be even as they, but that I have been reserved to deal out vengeance to their slayer! And now when Sarili-- when the _amapakati_ of the house of Gcaleka call for their wise witch-doctress, they will call long and loud but will get no answer, for `The Home of the Serpents" yields not up its secrets. Fare thee well, Ngcenika; rest peacefully. My vengeance is complete. _Hlala-gahle_!"
The weird flickering light of the dying candles danced on the figure of the savage standing there on the brink of that horrible h.e.l.l-pit, gibing at his once terrible but now vanquished foe. Verily there was an appropriateness, a real poetic justice in the fate which had overwhelmed this female fiend. Many a man had she doomed to this awful, this unspeakably horrible fate, through the dictates of revenge, of intrigue, or of sheer devilish, gratuitous savagery. They had languished and died--some in raving mania--here in black darkness and amid horrors unspeakable. Now the same fate had overtaken herself.
Josane paused. The groans of his victim were becoming fainter and fainter.
"_Hau_! It is music to my ears," he muttered. Then, turning, he deliberately blew out all the lights save the one that he carried, and once more humming his fierce improvised song of vengeance, he sped away through the gloom to rejoin his white companions, leaving this horrible pit of Tophet to the grisly occupancy of its hissing, crawling serpents and its new but fast dying human denizen.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN.
INTO s.p.a.cE.
"Heavens! What a glorious thing is the light of day!" exclaimed Hoste, looking around as if he never expected to behold that blessing again, instead of having just been restored to it.
"Let"s hope that philosophical reflection will console us throughout our impending ducking," rejoined Eustace drily. "We are going to get it in half an hour at the outside."
Great storm clouds were rolling up beyond the Bashi Valley. The same brooding stillness, now greatly intensified, hung in the air; broken every now and again by fitful red flashes and the dull, heavy boom of thunder. The far off murmur of the river rose up between its imprisoning _krantzes_ and steep forest-clad slopes to the place where their halt was made.
They had emerged safely to the upper air with their unfortunate and oft-times troublesome charge. Recognising the impracticability of conveying the latter along the perilous causeway which had taxed their own powers so severely, they had elected to try the other way out, to wit, the vertical shaft, beneath which they had pa.s.sed shortly after first entering the cavern, and, after a toilsome climb, by no means free from danger, burdened as they were with the unhappy lunatic, had regained the light of day in safety.
But their difficulties and dangers were by no means at an end. For the first, they were a long way above the spot where they had left their horses. To regain this would take several hours. It was frightfully rugged and tangled country, and they had but an hour of daylight left.
Moreover a tremendous thunderstorm was working up, and one that, judging by the heavy aspect of the clouds, and the brooding sense of oppression in the atmosphere, threatened to last the best part of the night. For the second, they had every reason to believe that these wild and broken fastnesses of bush and rock held the lurking remnants of the Gcaleka bands who were still under arms, and should these discover the presence of intruders, the position of the four men, dismounted, scantily supplied with food, and hampered with their worse than useless charge, would be serious indeed.
The latter they still deemed it necessary to keep carefully secured.
His transition to the upper air had effected a curious change in him.
He was no longer violent. He seemed dazed, utterly subdued. He would blink and shut his eyes, as if the light hurt them. Then he would open them again and stare about him with a gaze of the most utter bewilderment. A curious feature in his demeanour was that the world at large seemed to excite his interest rather than its living inhabitants.
In these, as represented by his rescuers, he seemed to evince no interest at all. His gaze would wander past them, as though unaware of their presence, to the broad rugged river-valley, with its soaring _krantzes_ and savage forest-clad depths, as if he had awakened in a new world. And indeed he had. Think of it! Seven or eight months spent in utter darkness; seven or eight months without one glimmer of the blessed light of Heaven; seven or eight months in the very bowels of the earth, in starvation and filth, among living horrors which had turned his brain; the only glint of light, the only sound of the human voice vouchsafed to him being on those occasions when his barbarous tormentors came to taunt him and bring him his miserable food! Small wonder that the free air, the light, and the spreading glories of Nature, had a dazing, subduing effect on the poor lunatic.
His own safety necessitated the continuance of his bonds--that of his rescuers, that he should be kept securely gagged. It would not do, out of mistaken kindness, to run any risks; to put it in the poor fellow"s power to break forth into one of his paroxysms of horrible howls, under circ.u.mstances when their lives might depend upon secrecy and silence.
It would be time enough to attempt the restoration of the poor clouded brain, when they should have conveyed him safe home again. It was a curious thing that necessity should oblige his rescuers to bring him back bound as though a prisoner.
Their camp--rather their halting place, for caution would preclude the possibility of building a fire--had been decided upon in a small bushy hollow, a kind of eyrie which would enable them to keep a wide look out upon the river-valley for many miles, while affording them a snug and tolerably secure place of concealment. In front a lofty _krantz_ fell sheer to a depth of at least two hundred feet. Behind, their retreat was shut in by a line of bush-grown rocks. It was going to be a wet and comfortless night. The storm was drawing nearer and nearer, and they would soon be soaked to the skin, their waterproof wraps having been left with the horses. Food, too, was none too plentiful--indeed, beyond some biscuit and a sc.r.a.p or two of cold meat, they had none. But these were mere trivial incidents to such practised campaigners. They had succeeded in their quest--they had rescued a friend and comrade from a fate ten thousand-fold more hideous than the most fearful form of death; moreover, as Hoste had remarked, the light of day alone, even when seen through streaming showers, was glorious when compared with the utter gloom of that awful cave and the heaving, hissing, revolting ma.s.ses of its serpent denizens. On the whole they felt anything but down-hearted.
"I tell you what it is, Hoste," said Shelton, seizing the moment when Eustace happened to be beyond earshot. "There have been a good many nasty things said and hinted about Milne of late; but I should just like to see any one of the fellows who have said them do what he did.
Heavens! The cool nerve he showed in deliberately going down into that horrible hole with the chances about even between being strangled by poor Tom there, or bitten by a puff-adder, was one of the finest things I ever saw in my life. It"s quite enough to give the lie to all these infernal reports, and I"ll take care that it does, too."
"Rather. But between you and me and Josane there, who can"t understand us," answered Hoste, lowering his voice instinctively, "it"s my private opinion that poor Milne has no particular call to shout `Hurrah" over the upshot of our expedition. Eh? Sort of Enoch Arden business, don"t you know. Likely to prove inconvenient for all parties."
"So? All the more to his credit, then, that he moved heaven and earth to bring it about. By Jove! I believe I"d have thought a long while before going down there myself."
"Rather. But I can"t help being deuced sorry for him."
If need hardly be said that Hoste had indeed put the whole case into a nutsh.e.l.l as far as Eustace was concerned. Even then, lying there on the brink of the cliff above-mentioned, and whither he had withdrawn on the pretence of keeping a look out, but really in order to be alone, he was indulging in the full bitterness of his feelings. All had come to an end. The cup had been dashed from his lips. The blissful glow of more than earthly happiness in which he had moved for the past few months, had turned to blight and ruin and blackness, even as the cloudless sunlight of the morning had disappeared into the leaden terrors of the oncoming storm. Would that from it a bolt might fall which should strike him dead!
Even in the full agony of his bitterness he could not wish that the awful fate of his cousin had ever remained a mystery, could not regret the part he had borne in rescuing him from that fate. It might be that the minutes he himself had spent, helpless at the bottom of the noisome pit, had brought home to his mind such a vivid realisation of its horrors as those surveying it from the brink could never attain.
Anyway, while musing upon his own blighted life, his dream of love and possession suddenly and cruelly quenched, he could not wish the poor wretch back in such a living h.e.l.l again.
Yet for what had he been rescued? Of what value was the life of a raving, gibbering maniac to himself or the world in general? And this was the thing to which Eanswyth was now bound. A warm, beautiful, living body chained to a loathsome, festering corpse; and his had been the hand which had forged the links, his the hand which had turned the key in the padlock. He could not even lay to his soul the flattering unction that the unfortunate man would eventually succ.u.mb to the after results of his horrible sufferings. Lunatics, barring accidents, are proverbially long-lived, and Tom Carhayes had the strength and const.i.tution of an elephant. He would be far more likely to injure other people than himself.
Meanwhile, those left in camp were resting appreciatively after their labours, and conversing.
"_Amakosi_," said Josane, with a queer smile. "Do you think you could find `The Home of the Serpents" again?"
"Why, of course," was the unhesitating reply. The old Kafir grinned.
"Do you mean to say you don"t believe we could?" said Hoste, in amazement.
"Yes, _amakosi_. I do not believe you could," was the unhesitating rejoinder.
"What--when we have only just come out of it?"
The old Gcaleka grinned harder than ever.
"I do not believe you could light on the exact way in from either side,"
he repeated.
"Well, by Jove! I believe he"s right," said Hoste dubiously, as he went over in his mind the inexplicable way in which both entrances were concealed, and that by the hand of Nature.
"Right about what?" said another voice, whose owner rejoined the circle at that moment.
"Why, what do you think Josane is trying to cram us with, Milne? He swears we couldn"t find the entrance of, that infernal hole again."
"Well, I don"t believe we could," said Eustace quietly. "But that"s no great disadvantage, for I suppose none of us will ever be smitten with the remotest inclination to try."
"Not I, for one," a.s.sented Hoste. "I wouldn"t go through those awful, beastly heaps of snakes again--faugh!--not for a thousand pounds.
Hallo! It"s coming!"
A roll of thunder--longer, louder, nearer--caused them to look upward.
The whole heavens were shrouded in ma.s.ses of black, angry clouds, sweeping slowly onward.
Then, as their glances sought the earth again, a quick whistle of amazement escaped Shelton. It found a ready echo in a startled e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n from the others.
"Where is he?"
For the place occupied by the unfortunate lunatic knew him no more. He had disappeared.
For a second they stared blankly into each others" faces, then all four moved forward instinctively.
He had been sitting idly, vacantly, perfectly quietly staring into s.p.a.ce. In the height of their conversation they had given little heed to his presence. Well, he could not go far, for his legs were so secured as to preclude him making steps of ordinary length.