out of sight, down into the depths, I cried out in my
agony, `Oh, save him!' and thou, ever our good angel, didst leap into
the depths, and far out of sight thou didst grapple with the monster,
and in a short time didst bring him--Abdullah--back to life and to his
friend. When thou wert made king, and thou hadst power of life and
death over an immense multitude of warriors given unto thee, I did ask
thee for permission to go to my own home at Zanzibar, to lift the veil
of sorrow from my mother's eyes, and thou didst promise to give me
wealth, and abundance, and men under thine own command to protect me on
the way. But evil days came. Ferodia, like a thief in the night, came
with a great number of men; they took thy power from thee, made thyself,
and ourselves, and thy people prisoners and slaves. They bound thee,
and made thee--a king--also a slave; and until last night thou wert in
bonds, and yesterday thou wert beaten like the meanest, and to-day's sun
was to rise on thy corpse. But Niani--good Niani, whom I believed to be
created only for mischief and fun--rose in the night, and delivered us
all from the power of Ferodia; and we are all here safe from our
enemies, and free once more. Allah be praised for ever!"

Kalulu was sobbing violently, and Selim, when he heard his sobs, could
hardly refrain from joining him, but, conquering the feeling with an
effort, he continued:

"Kalulu, my brother, it is but a little thing that I am going to ask of
thee, yet if thou wilt but grant it me, thou wilt make Selim happy--ay,
happier even than when thou didst whisper the sweet words in my
ear--`Thou art free! Thou art my brother!' I fear to ask it of thee,
lest thou wouldst hurt me with a refusal."

"Speak, Selim; what can Kalulu do for thee? Have I not told thee long
ago thou hast but to command me. Yet what have I to give thee? Was not
Kalulu a slave yesterday? Ha! ha! what has a slave to give?" and the
young chief laughed bitterly.

"Thou hast more to give me than ever thou didst possess, Kalulu. Wilt
thou promise it me what I shall ask."

"Thou art but mocking me; but I give thee my promise, and a promise is
not broken lightly by a Mtuta chief," Kalulu answered.

"Then listen, O my brother! At Zanzibar I have a beautiful home; and
all around it are trees, great trees, like those in the forest, heavy
with yellow globes of sweetness, called oranges, others borne down with
great fruit larger than the matonga