ce. To the east and west the plain seemed to be illimitable.
Obviously its soil was of a most fertile character and supported numbers
of inhabitants, for everywhere we could see their kraals or villages.
Much of it to the west, however, was covered with dense forest with, to
all appearance, a clearing in its midst.

"Behold the land of the Kendah," said Harut. "On this side of the River
Tava live the Black Kendah, on the farther side, the White Kendah."

"And what is that hill?"

"That is the Holy Mount, the Home of the Heavenly Child, where no man
may set foot"--here he looked at us meaningly--"save the priests of the
Child."

"What happens to him if he does?" I asked.

"He dies, my Lord Macumazana."

"Then it is guarded, Harut?"

"It is guarded, not with mortal weapons, Macumazana, but by the spirits
that watch over the Child."

As he would say no more on this interesting matter, I asked him as to
the numbers of the Kendah people, to which he replied that the Black
Kendah might number twenty thousand men of arm-bearing age, but the
White Kendah not more than two thousand.

"Then no wonder you want spirits to guard your Heavenly Child," I
remarked, "since the Black Kendah are your foes and with you warriors
are few."

At this moment our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a
picket on a camel, who reported something to Harut which appeared to
disturb him. I asked him what was the matter.

"That is the matter," he said, pointing to a man mounted on a rough pony
who just then appeared from behind some bushes about half a mile away,
galloping down the slope towards the plain. "He is one of the scouts of
Simba, King of the Black Kendah, and he goes to Simba's town in yonder
forest to make report of our arrival. Return to camp, Macumazana, and
eat, for we must march with the rising of the moon."

As soon as the moon rose we marched accordingly, although the camels,
many of which were much worn with the long journey, scarcely had been
given time to fill themselves and none to rest. All night we marched
down the long slope, only halting for half an hour before daylight to
eat something and rearrange the loads on the baggage beasts, which now,
I noticed, were guarded with extra care. When we were starting again
Marut came to us and remarked with his usual smile, on behalf of his
brother Harut, who was otherwise engaged, that it might be well if we
had our guns ready, since we were entering the land of