Babemba also was delighted. Indeed, he could not praise our magic
enough, and at once began to make arrangements to escort us to the
king at his head town, which was called Beza, vowing that we need fear
no harm at his hands or those of his soldiers. In fact, the only
person who did not appreciate our black arts was Imbozwi himself. I
caught a look in his eye as he marched off which told me that he hated
us bitterly, and reflected to myself that perhaps I had been foolish
to use that burning-glass, although in truth I had not intended to set
his head on fire.
"My father," said Mavovo to me afterwards, "it would have been better
to let that snake burn to death, for then you would have killed his
poison. I am something of a doctor myself, and I tell you there is
nothing our brotherhood hates so much as being laughed at. You have
made a fool of him before all his people and he will not forget it,
Macumazana."
CHAPTER IX
BAUSI THE KING
About midday we made a start for Beza Town where King Bausi lived,
which we understood we ought to reach on the following evening.
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