Then Komba will rule as
Kalubi in my stead, and he will kill you in a way you can guess, by
the 'Hot death,' as a sacrifice to the gods, that the women of the
Pongo may once more become the mothers of many children. Yes, yes,
unless we can kill the god who dwells in the forest, we all must die,"
and he paused, trembling, while the sweat dropped from him to the
floor.
"That's pleasant," said Brother John, "but supposing that we kill the
god how would that help us or you to escape from the Motombo and these
murdering people of yours? Surely they would slay us for the
sacrilege."
"Not so, Dogeetah. If the god dies, the Motombo dies. It is known from
of old, and therefore the Motombo watches over the god as a mother
over her child. Then, until a new god is found, the Mother of the Holy
Flower rules, she who is merciful and will harm none, and I rule under
her and will certainly put my enemies to death, especially that wizard
Komba."
Here I thought I heard a faint sound in the air like the hiss of a
snake, but as it was not repeated and I could see nothing, concluded
that I was mistaken.
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