“Indeed,” said Hadden, with a shrug of his shoulders; “then I hope that Sompseu, or the Queen’s Induna, or both of them, will pay me when I return to my own country. Meanwhile I will obey you because I must, but I should first like to make you a present.”
“What present?” asked the king. “I want no presents. We are rich here, White Man.”
“So be it, King. It was nothing worthy of your taking, only a rifle.”
“A rifle, White Man? Where is it?”
“Without. I would have brought it, but your servants told me that it is death to come armed before the ‘Elephant who shakes the Earth.’”
Cetywayo frowned, for the note of sarcasm did not escape his quick ear.
“Let this white man’s offering be brought; I will consider the thing.”
Instantly the Induna who had accompanied Hadden darted to the gateway, running with his body bent so low that it seemed as though at every step he must fall upon his face. Presently he returned with the weapon in his hand and presented it to the king, holding it so that the muzzle was pointed straight at the royal breast.
“I crave leave to say, O Elephant,” remarked Hadden in a drawling voice, “that it might be well to command your servant to lift the mouth of that gun from your heart.”
“Why?” asked the king.