“This man,” continued zu Pfeiffer tapping the roster with his long nail, “his son is here?”
“Ja, Excellence.”
“Has he paid the tithe due?”
“No, Excellence. He refuses.”
“Have the son shot.”
“Excellence!”
“Any report this morning?”
“Ja, Excellence. A Wamungo spy brings news that a white man entered the country from the south.”
“Description?”
“They say he is a trader, Excellence, coming from the Kivu direction, but the savage cannot give any satisfactory description. It is the first white he has seen, he says.”