I replied, “Ian, you are surely not taking me away to kill me? If you are, my God will punish it.”
His only reply was, “Follow me, follow me quickly.”
I felt constrained to go.
He strode on before me till we reached the great village of his ancestors. His followers, armed largely with muskets as well as native weapons, filled one half the Village Square or dancing ground. Miaki, Nouka, and their whole party sat in manifest terror upon the other half. Marching into the centre, he stood with me by his side, and proudly looking round, exclaimed,—
“Missi, these are my men and your friends! We are met to defend you and the Worship.” Then pointing across to the other side, he cried aloud, “These are your enemies and ours! The enemies of the Worship, the disturbers of the peace on Tanna! Missi, say the word, and the muskets of my men will sweep all opposition away, and the Worship will spread and we will all be strong for it on Tanna. We will not shoot without your leave; but if you refuse they will kill you and persecute us and our children, and banish Jehovah’s Worship from our land.”
I said, “I love all of you alike. I am here to teach you how to turn away from all wickedness, to worship and serve Jehovah, and to live in peace. How can I approve of any person being killed for me or for the Worship? My God would be angry at me and punish me, if I did!”
He replied, “Then, Missi, you will be murdered and the Worship destroyed.”
I then stood forth in the middle before them all and cried, “You may shoot or murder me, but I am your best friend. I am not afraid to die. You will only send me the sooner to my Jehovah God, whom I love and serve, and to my dear Saviour Jesus Christ, who died for me and for you, and who sent me here to tell you all His love. If you will only love and serve Him and give up your bad conduct, you will be happy. But if you kill me, His messenger, rest assured that He will in His own time and way punish you. This is my word to you all; my love to you all!”
So saying, I turned to leave; and Ian strode sullenly away and stood at the head of his men, crying,—
“Missi, they will kill you! they will kill us, and you will be to blame!”