“Why do you want to go with us?” he asked.
“Kali loves the Great Man and Bibi.”
Stasch laid his hand on the woolly head.
“Kali, I know that you are a true and faithful boy. But what will happen to your kingdom, and who will reign over the Wa-himas in your place?”
“M’Lana, a brother of Kali’s mother.”
Stasch knew that negroes fight for the throne, that power attracts them just as it does white people; he thought a while and then said:
“No, Kali! I can not take you along. You must stay with the Wa-himas in order to make good people of them.”
“Kali return to them.”
“M’Lana has many sons, and what would happen if he should aspire to be king himself and to leave his kingdom to his sons, and therefore instigate the Wa-himas against you, so that they drive you away when you seek to return?”
“M’Lana is good. He no do that!”