Still, for my part, I forgive you, but
oh! may I never see your face again."
Then she wrenched herself free from his grasp and went away with her
daughter.
"I, too, forgive you, although you murdered my people and for twenty
years made my time a torment," said Brother John, who was one of the
truest Christians I have ever known. "May God forgive you also"; and
he followed his wife and daughter.
Then the old king, Bausi, who had come through that battle with a
slight wound, spoke, saying:
"I am glad, Red Thief, that these white people have granted you what
you asked--namely, their forgiveness--since the deed is greatly to
their honour and causes me and my people to think them even nobler
than we did before. But, O murderer of men and woman and trafficker in
children, I am judge here, not the white people. Look on your work!"
and he pointed first to the lines of Zulu and Mazitu dead, and then to
his burning town. "Look and remember the fate you promised to us who
have never harmed you. Look! Look! Look! O Hyena of a man!"
At this point I too went away, nor did I ever ask what became of
Hassan and his fellow-captives.
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