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"Let him be strangled," said a captain who stood near by, "and then
there will be no blood in the matter."

"Friend," answered Hokosa, "you should have been not a soldier but a
pleader of causes. True it is then that the prince will only cause my
life to fly, but whether that is a smaller sin I leave you to judge."

"Keep him prisoner," said another, "till we learn how these matters
end."

"Nay," answered Hafela, "for then he will surely outwit us and escape.
Noma, what shall we do with this man who was your husband? Tell us, for
you should know best how to deal with him."

"Let me think," she answered, and she looked first at the ground beneath
her, next around her, then upwards toward the skies.

Now they stood at the foot of the koppie, on the flat top of which grew
the great Tree of Doom, that for generations had served the People of
Fire as a place of execution of their criminals, or of those who fell
under the ban of the king or of the witch-doctors. Among and above the
finger-like fronds of this strange and dreadful-looking tree towered
that white dead limb shaped like a cross, which Owen had pointed out
to his disciple John, taking it to be a sign and a promise. This cross
stood out clear against the sinking moon. It caught Noma's eye, and a
devilish thought entered into her heart.

"You would keep this fellow alive?" she said, "and yet you would
not suffer him to escape. See, there above you is a cross such as he
worships. Bind him to it as he says the Man whom he worships was bound,
and let that dead Man help him if he may."

The prince and those about Noma shrank back a little in horror. They
were cruel men rendered more cruel by their superstitious fear of one
whom they believed to be uncanny; one to whom they attributed inhuman
powers which he was exercising to their destruction, but still this
doom seemed dreadful to them. Noma read their minds and went on
passionately:--

"You deem me unmerciful, but you do not know what I have suffered at
this wizard's hands. For his sake and because of him I am haunted. For
his own purposes he opened the gates of Distance, he sent me down among
the dwellers in Death, causing me to interpret their words for him. I
did so, but the dwellers came back out of Death with me, and from that
hour they have not left me, nor will they ever leave me; for night by
night they sojourn at my side, tormenting me with terrors. He has
told me that through my mouth that spirit whom he drew into my body
prophesied that he should be 'lifted up above the people.' Let the
prophecy be fulfilled, let him be lifted up, for then perchance the
ghosts will depart from me and I shall win peace and sleep. Also, thus
alone can you hold him safe and yet shed no blood."

"Be it so," said the prince. "When we plotted together of the death of
the king, and as your price, Hokosa, you bargained for the girl whom I
had chosen to wife, did I not warn you that this witch of many spells,
who holds both our hearts in her little hands, should yet hound you to
death and mock you while you perished by an end of shame? What did I
tell you, Hokosa?"

Now when he heard his fate, Hokosa bowed his head and trembled a little.
Then he lifted it, and exclaimed in a clear voice:--

"It is true, Prince, but I will add to your words. She shall bring
_both_ of us to death. For me, I am honoured indeed in that there has
been allotted to me that same end which my Master chose. To that cross
let my sins be fastened and with them my body."

Now the moon sank, but in the darkness men were found who dared to climb
the tree, taking with them strips of raw hide. They reached the top of
it, four of them, and seating themselves upon the arms of the cross,
they let down a rope, the noose of which was placed about the body of
Hokosa. As it tightened upon him, he turned his calm and dreadful eyes
on to the eyes of Noma and said to her:--

"Woman, I do not reproach you; but I lay this fate upon you, that you
shall watch me die. Thereafter, let God deal with you as He may choose."

Now, when she heard these words Noma shrieked aloud, for of a sudden she
felt that the power of the will of Hokosa, from which she had been freed
by him, had once more fallen upon her, and that come what might she was
doomed to obey his last commands.

Little by little the soldiers drew him up and in the darkness they bound
him fast there upon the lofty cross. Then they descended and left him,
and would have led Noma with them from the tree. But this they could
not do, for always she broke from them screaming, and fled back to its
shadow.

Then, seeing that she was bewitched, Hafela commanded that they should
bind a cloth about her mouth and leave her there till her senses
returned to her in the sunlight--for none of them dared to stop with
her in the shadow of that tree, since the odours of it were poisonous to
man. Also they believed the place to be haunted by evil spirits.



CHAPTER XXII

THE VICTORY OF THE CROSS

The sun rose suddenly over the edge of the cliffs, and while it was yet
deep shadow in the valley, its red light struck upon the white cross of
perished wood that towered above the Tree of Doom and on the black
shape of Hokosa crucified to it living. The camp of the king saw and
understood, and from every throat of the thousands of men, women and
children gathered there, went up a roar of rage and horror. The king
lifted his hand, and silence fell upon the place; then he mounted on the
wall and cried aloud:--

"Do you yet live, Hokosa, or is it your body only that those traitors
have fastened to the tree?"

Back came the answer through the clear still air:--

"I live, O King!"

"Endure then a little while," called Nodwengo, "and we will storm the
tree and save you."

"Nay," answered Hokosa, "you cannot save me; yet before I die I shall
see you saved."

Then his words were lost in tumult, for the third day's fighting began.
Desperately the regiments of Hafela rushing across the open space,
hurled themselves upon the fortifications, which, during the night, had
been strengthened by the building of two inner walls. Nor was this all,
for suddenly a cry told those in front that the regiment which Hafela
had despatched across the mountains had travelled up the eastern neck of
the valley, and were attacking the position in their rear. Well was it
for Nodwengo now that he had listened to the counsel of Hokosa, and,
wearied as his soldiers were, had commanded that here also a great wall
should be built.

For two hours the fight raged, and then on either side the foe fell
back, not beaten indeed, though their dead were many, but to rest and
take counsel. But now a new trouble arose: from all the camp of Nodwengo
there went up a moan of pain to Heaven, for since the evening of
yesterday the spring had given out, and they had found no water
wherewith to wet their lips. During the night they bore it; but now the
sun beating down on the black rocks with fearful force scorched them to
the marrow, till they began to wither like fallen leaves, and already
wounded men and children died, while the warriors cut the throats of
oxen and drank their blood.

Hokosa hanging on his cross heard this moaning and divined its cause.

"Be of good comfort, children of Nodwengo," he cried; "for I will pray
that rain be sent upon you." And he lifted his head and prayed.

Now, whether it was by chance or whether his prayer was heard, who can
say? At least it happened that immediately thereafter clouds began to
gather and to thicken in the blue of Heaven, and within two hours rain
fell in torrents, so that every one could drink his fill, and the spring
being replenished at its sources, flowed again strongly.

After the rain came cold and moaning winds, and after the wind a great
gloom and thunder.

Now, taking advantage of the shadow, the regiments of Hafela renewed
their attack, and this time they carried the first of the three walls,
for its defenders grew feeble and few in number. There they paused a
while, and save for the cries of the wounded and of frightened women,
the silence was great.

"Let your hearts be filled up!" cried the voice of Hokosa through the
silence; "for the sunlight shines upon the plain of the Great Place
yonder, and in it I see the sheen of spears. The _impi_ travels to your
aid, O children of Nodwengo."

Now, at this tidings the people of the king shouted for joy; but
Hafela called to his regiments to make an end of them, and they hurled
themselves upon the second wall, fighting desperately. Again and again
they were beaten back, and again and again they came on, till at
length they carried this wall also, driving its defenders, or those who
remained alive of them, into the third entrenchment, and paused to rest
awhile.

"Pray for us, O Prophet who are set on high!" cried a voice from the
camp, "for if succour do not reach us speedily, we are sped."

Before the echoes of the voice had died away, a flash of lightning
flared through the gloom, and in the light of it Hokosa saw that the
king's _impi_ was rushing up the gorge.

"Fight on! Fight on!" he called in answer. "I have prayed to Heaven, and
your succour is at hand."

Then, with a howl of rage, Hafela's regiments hurled themselves upon
the third and last entrenchment, attacking it at once in front and rear.
Twice they nearly carried it, but each time the wild scream of Hokosa
on high was heard above the din, conjuring its defenders to fight on and
fear not, for Heaven had sent them help. They fought as men have seldom
fought before, and with them fought the women and even the children.
They were few and the foe was still many, but they listened to the
urging of him whom they believed to be inspired in his death-agony upon
the cross above them, and still they held their own. Twice portions of
the wall were torn down, but they filled the breach with the corpses of
the dead, ay! and with the bodies of the living, for the wounded,
the old men and the very women piled themselves there in the place of
stones. No such fray was told of in the annals of the People of Fire as
this, the last stand of Nodwengo against the thousands of Hafela. Now
all the shouting had died away, for men had no breath left wherewith to
shout, only from the gloomy place of battle came low groans and the deep
sobbing sighs of warriors gripped in the death-hug.

"_Fight on! Fight on!_" shrilled the voice of Hokosa on high. "Lo!
the skies are open to my dying sight, and I see the _impis_ of Heaven
sweeping to succour you. _Behold!_"

They dashed the sweat from their eyes and looked forth, and as they
looked, the pall of gloom was lifted, and in the golden glow of
many-shafted light, they saw, not the legions of Heaven indeed, but the
regiments of Nodwengo rushing round the bend of the valley, as dogs rush
upon a scent, with heads held low and spears outstretched.

Hafela saw them also.

"Back to the koppie," he cried, "there to die like men, for the
wizardries of Hokosa have been too strong for us, and lost is this my
last battle and the crown I came to seek!"

They obeyed, and all that were left of them, some ten thousand men, they
ran to the koppie and formed themselves upon it, ring above ring, and
here the soldiers of Nodwengo closed in upon them.

Again and for the last time the voice of Hokosa rang out above the fray.

"Nodwengo," he cried, "with my passing breath I charge you have mercy
and spare these men, so many of them as will surrender. The day of
bloodshed has gone by, the fray is finished, the Cross has conquered.
Let there be peace in the land."

All men heard him, for his piercing scream, echoed from the precipices,
came to the ears of each. All men heard him, and, even in that fierce
hour of vengeance, all obeyed. The spear that was poised was not thrown,
and the kerry lifted over the fallen did not descend to dash away his
life.

"Hearken, Hafela!" called the king, stepping forward from the ranks of
the attackers. "He whom you have set on high to bring defeat upon you
charges me to give you peace, and in the name of the conquering Cross I
give peace. All who surrender shall dwell henceforth in my shadow, nor
shall the head or the heel of one of them be harmed, although their sin
is great. One life only will I take, the life of that witch who
brought your armies down upon me to burn my town and slay my people
by thousands, and who but last night betrayed Hokosa to his death of
torment. All shall go free, I say, save the witch; and for you, you
shall be given cattle and such servants as will cling to you to the
number of a hundred, and driven from the land. Now, what say you? Will
you yield or be slain? Swift with your answer; for the sun sinks, and
ere it is set there must be an end in this way or in that."

The regiments of Hafela heard, and shouted in answer as with one
voice:--

"We take your mercy, King! We fought bravely while we could, and now we
take your mercy, King!"

"What say you, Hafela?" repeated Nodwengo, addressing the prince, who
stood upon a point of rock above him in full sight of both armies.

Hafela turned and looked at Hokosa hanging high in mid-air.

"What say I?" he answered in a slow and quiet voice. "I say that the
Cross and its Prophet have been too strong for me, and that I should
have done well to follow the one and to listen to the counsel of the
other. My brother, you tell me that I may go free, taking servants with
me. I thank you and I will go--alone."

And setting the handle of his spear upon the rock, with a sudden
movement he fell forward, transfixing his heart with its broad blade,
and lay still.

"At least he died like one of the blood-royal of the Sons of Fire!"
cried Nodwengo, while the armies stood silent and awestruck, "and with
the blood-royal he shall be buried. Lay down your arms, you who followed
him and fought for him, fearing nothing, and give over to me the witch
that she may be slain."

"She hides under the tree yonder!" cried a voice.

"Go up and take her," said Nodwengo to some of his captains.

Now Noma, crouched on the ground beneath the tree, had seen and heard
all that passed. Perceiving the captains making their way towards her
through the lines of the soldiers, who opened out a path for them, she
rose and for a moment stood bewildered. Then, as though drawn by some
strange attraction, she turned, and seizing hold of the creeper that
clung about it, she began to climb the Tree of Doom swiftly. Up she went
while all men watched, higher and higher yet, till passing out of the
finger-like foliage she reached the cross of dead wood whereto Hokosa
hung, and placing her feet upon one arm of it, stood there, supporting
herself by the broken top of the upright.

Hokosa was not yet dead, though he was very near to death. Lifting his
glazing eyes, he knew her and said, speaking thickly:--

"What do you here, Noma, and wherefore have you come?"

"I come because you draw me," she answered, "and because they seek my
life below."

"Repent, repent!" he whispered, "there is yet time and Heaven is very
merciful."

She heard, and a fury seized her.

"Be silent, dog!" she cried. "Having defied your God so long, shall I
grovel to Him at the last? Having hated you so much, shall I seek your
forgiveness now? At least of one thing I am glad--it was I who brought
you here, and with me and through me you shall die."

Then, placing one foot upon his bent head as if in scorn, she leaned
forward, her long hair flying to the wind, and cursed Nodwengo and his
people, naming them renegades and apostates, and cursed the soldiers of
Hafela, naming them cowards, calling down upon them the malison of their
ancestors.

Hokosa heard and muttered:--

"For your soul's sake, woman, repent! repent, ere it be too late!"

"Repent!" she screamed, catching at his words. "Thus do I repent!"
and drawing the knife from her girdle, she leant over him and drove it
hilt-deep into his breast.

Then with a sudden movement she sprang upwards and outwards into the
air, and rushing down through a hundred feet of space, was struck dead
upon that very rock where the corpse of Hafela lay.

Now, beneath the agony of the life Hokosa lifted his head for the last
time, crying in a great voice:--

"Messenger, I come, be you my guide," and with the words his soul
passed.

"All is over and ended," said a voice. "Soldiers, salute the king with
the royal salute."

"Nay," answered Nodwengo. "Salute me not, salute the Cross and him who
hangs thereon."

So, while the rays of the setting sun shone about it, regiment by
regiment that great army rushed past the koppie, and pausing opposite to
the cross and its burden, they rendered to it the royal salute of kings.

*****

Then the night fell, and thus through the power of Faith that now, as of
old, is the only true and efficient magic, was accomplished the mission
to the Sons of Fire of the Saint and Martyr, Thomas Owen, and of his
murderer and disciple, the Wizard Hokosa.