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"Can I trust them?" muttered the Kalubi.
"As you can trust me. Therefore speak, or go. Yet, first, can we be
overheard in this hut?"
"No, Dogeetah. The walls are thick. There is no one on the roof, for I
have looked all round, and if any strove to climb there, we should
hear. Also your men who watch the door would see him. None can hear us
save perhaps the gods."
"Then we will risk the gods, Kalubi. Go on; my brothers know your
story."
"My lords," he began, rolling his eyes about him like a hunted
creature, "I am in a terrible pass. Once, since I saw you, Dogeetah, I
should have visited the White God that dwells in the forest on the
mountain yonder, to scatter the sacred seed. But I feigned to be sick,
and Komba, the Kalubi-to-be, 'who has passed the god,' went in my
place and returned unharmed. Now to-morrow, the night of the full
moon, as Kalubi, I must visit the god again and once more scatter the
seed and--Dogeetah, he will kill me whom he has once bitten. He will
certainly kill me unless I can kill him.
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