amount to
admitting sacrilege in having a passion for the Bride of the Banana.

As Zalu Zako was unable to get at the person of his rival the most logical
method to his mind was by witchcraft. To obtain some relics of the body of
MYalu proved easy, as his wives and slaves being forced to flee, had been
unable to burn the deserted hut, thus leaving in the customary place in
the thatch some of the hair and nail clippings. Also to find an excuse for
the cursing of MYalu was still easier. So at a meeting of the chiefs he
rivalled Bakahenzie in denunciation of the absconding chief, insisted that
a mighty magic be made against him and produced the necessary corporeal
parts upon which to work. So it was that Bakahenzie and Marufa, a quiet
watchful Marufa, brewed the magic brew and condemned MYalu by the proxy of
his nail clippings to die, a process that took root in a very firm
conviction in the mind of Zalu Zako and the others that die MYalu would.

After this satisfaction of the first fierce instinct Zalu Zako was more at
liberty to consider other matters, which resulted in an effort to quicken
the collective will to recover the tribe's country and possessions,
symbolised in Zalu Zako's mind by the delicate figure of Bakuma.

The ceremony of the lighting of the new fires he had attended
perfunctorily. To have regret or pity for the white man, Moonspirit who
had taken over his doom, never occurred to Zalu Zako, for to him as to
Bakahenzie Moonspirit was a mighty magician who, if competent to effect
the magic he had already displayed, was capable of looking after himself;
moreover, as he had recalled the Unmentionable One, he stood as the
incarnation of the tribe, the god, therefore beyond human consideration.

Bakahenzie's chief regard was, of course, to unify the tribe once more and
to rouse those who had submitted to Eyes-in-the-hands to rebellion, which
was but a projection of his desire, as that of all patriots, to
consolidate his own position and to regain his lost prestige. He had had
no need to command that the news be sent abroad. At the ceremony of the
Lighting of the Fires the drum notes had been picked up by the nearest
village and sent ricocheting across the length and breadth of the country,
rippling through the Court of the Son-of-the-Earthquake.

Bakahenzie's confidence had increased tenfold since, by his clever coup,
he had locked up the white magician in the godhead. He believed that
Moonspirit was the mig