Do not trouble the secret word. I will lead you to the king
and you shall talk with him. By my head and my father's spirit you are
safe from me. Still, with your leave, I will call the great doctor,
Imbozwi, and ratify the agreement in his presence, and also show him
the magic shield."
So Imbozwi was sent for, Jerry taking the message. Presently he
arrived. He was a villainous-looking person of uncertain age,
humpbacked like the picture of Punch, wizened and squint-eyed. His
costume was of the ordinary witch-doctor type being set off with snake
skins, fish bladders, baboon's teeth and little bags of medicine. To
add to his charms a broad strip of pigment, red ochre probably, ran
down his forehead and the nose beneath, across the lips and chin,
ending in a red mark the size of a penny where the throat joins the
chest. His woolly hair also, in which was twisted a small ring of
black gum, was soaked with grease and powdered blue. It was arranged
in a kind of horn, coming to a sharp point about five inches above the
top of the skull.
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