"Loose the white lords and their followers," said Bausi, "and let them
come here."
So our bonds were undone and we walked to where the king and Brother
John stood, the miserable Imbozwi and his attendant doctors huddled in
a heap before them.
"Who is this?" said Bausi to him, pointing at Brother John. "Is it not
he whom you vowed was dead?"
Imbozwi did not seem to think that the question required an answer, so
Bausi continued:
"What was the song that you sang in our ears just now--that if
Dogeetah came you would be ready to be shot to death with arrows in
the place of these white lords whose lives you swore away, was it
not?"
Again Imbozwi made no answer, although Babemba called his attention to
the king's query with a vigorous kick. Then Bausi shouted:
"By your own mouth are you condemned, O liar, and that shall be done
to you which you have yourself decreed," adding almost in the words of
Elijah after he had triumphed over the priests of Baal, "Take away
these false prophets. Let none of them escape.
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