"Home, Sweet Home" they evidently
thought heavenly, though perhaps the two donkeys attracted them most,
especially when these brayed.
"Where are Tom and Jerry?" I asked of Babemba.
"I don't know," he answered; "I think they have been given leave to go
to see their friends."
Imbozwi is suppressing evidence in our favour, I thought to myself,
and said no more.
Presently we reached the gate of the royal enclosure. Here to my
dismay the soldiers insisted on disarming us, taking away our rifles,
our revolvers, and even our sheath knives. In vain did I remonstrate,
saying that we were not accustomed to part with these weapons. The
answer was that it was not lawful for any man to appear before the
king armed even with so much as a dancing-stick. Mavovo and the Zulus
showed signs of resisting and for a minute I thought there was going
to be a row, which of course would have ended in our massacre, for
although the Mazitus feared guns very much, what could we have done
against hundreds of them? I ordered him to give way, but for once he
was on the point of disobeying me.
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