"Bring the Nyamwezi here!" he ordered, and the askaris hustled him up in front of the table.
"What do you do? Have you no manners? Return proper thanks for the lesson you have received!"
Kazimoto stood silent.
"For God's sake—" Will began.
"Say 'Thank you' to him, Kazimoto!" Fred whispered.
There is no native word for "Thank you"—only a bastard thing introduced by tyrants from Europe who never understood the African contention that the giver rewards himself if his gift is worth anything at all.
"Asente," said Kazimoto meekly.
"Why don't you salute? Don't you know where you are?"
"For the love of God salute him!" Will almost shouted.
Kazimoto obeyed.