“As you will,” was the reply in a tone which implied that in the speaker’s opinion the white man was a lunatic. And from his point of view such was really the case. The old savage was, in fact, following out a thoroughly virtuous line of conduct according to his lights. All this while, in order to benefit the man he liked, he had coolly and deliberately been sacrificing the man he—well, did not like.
“Where is ‘The Home of the Serpents,’ Josane? Do you know?”
“Yes. I know?”
Eustace started.
“Can you guide me to it?” he said, speaking quickly.
“I can. But it is a frightful place. The bravest white man would take to his heels and run like a hunted buck before he had gone far inside. You have extraordinary nerve, Ixeshane—but—You will see.”
This sounded promising. But the old man’s tone was quiet and confident. He was not given to vapouring.
“How do you know where to find this place, Josane?” said Eustace, half incredulously in spite of himself. “Xalasa told us it was unknown to everybody—everybody but the witch-doctress?”
“Xalasa was right. I know where it is, because I have seen it. I was condemned to it.”
“By Ngcenika?”