THE RECOVERY OF THE KING
For a moment there was silence, then a great cry arose--a cry of "Our father is dead!" Presently with it were mingled other and angrier shouts of "The king is murdered!" and "He is bewitched, the white wizard has bewitched the king! He prophesied evil upon him, and now he has bewitched him!"Meanwhile the captains and councillors formed a ring about Umsuka, and Hokosa bending over him examined him.
"Princes and Councillors," he said presently, "your father yet lives, but his life is like the life of a dying fire and soon he must be dead.This is sure, that one of two things has befallen him: either the heat has caused the blood to boil in his veins and he is smitten with a stroke from heaven, such as men who are fat and heavy sometimes die of; or he has been bewitched by a wicked wizard.Yonder stands one," and he pointed to Owen, "who not an hour ago prophesied that before the sun was down great evil should overtake the king.The sun is not yet down, and great evil has overtaken him.Perchance, Princes and Councillors, this white prophet can tell us of the matter.""Perchance I can," answered Owen calmly.
"He admits it!" cried some."Away with him!""Peace!" said Owen, holding the crucifix towards those whose spears threatened his life.
They shrank back, for this symbol of a dying man terrified them who could not guess its significance.
"Peace," went on Owen, "and listen.Be sure of this, Councillors, that if I die, your king will die; whereas if I live, your king may live.
You ask me of this matter.Where shall I begin? Shall I begin with the tale of two men seated together some nights ago in a hut so dark that no eyes could see in it, save perchance the eyes of a wizard? What did they talk of in that hut, and who were those men? They talked, Ithink, of the death of a king and of the crowning of a king.They talked of a price to be paid for a certain medicine; and one of them had a royal air, and one----""Will ye hearken to this wild babbler while your king lies dying before your eyes?" broke in Hokosa, in a shrill, unnatural voice; for almost palsied with fear as he was at Owen's mysterious words, he still retained his presence of mind."Listen now: what is he, and what did he say? He is one who comes hither to preach a new faith to us; he comes, he says, on an embassy from the King of Heaven, who has power over all things, and who, so these white men preach, can give power to His servants.Well, let this one cease prating and show us his strength, as he has been warned he would be called upon to do.Let him give us a sign.There before you lies your king, and he is past the help of man; even I cannot help him.Therefore, let this messenger cure him, or call upon his God to cure him; that seeing, we may know him to be a true messenger, and one sent by that King of whom he speaks.Let him do this now before our eyes, or let him perish as a wizard who has bewitched the king.Do you hear my words, Messenger, and can you draw this one back from between the Gates of Death?""I hear them," answered Owen quietly; "and I can--or if I cannot, then I am willing to pay the penalty with my life.You who are a doctor say that your king is as one who is already dead, so that whatever I may do I cannot hurt him further.Therefore I ask this of you, that you stand round and watch, but molest me neither by word nor deed while Iattempt his cure.Do you consent?"
"It is just; we consent," said the councillors."Let us see what the white man can do, and by the issue let him be judged." But Hokosa stared at Owen wondering, and made no answer.
"Bring some clean water to me in a gourd," said Owen.
It was brought and given to him.He looked round, searching the faces of those about him.Presently his eye fell upon the Prince Nodwengo, and he beckoned to him, saying:--"Come hither, Prince, for you are honest, and I would have you to help me, and no other man."The prince stepped forward and Owen gave him the gourd of water.Then he drew out the little bottle wherein he had stored the juice of the creeper, and uncorking it, he bade Nodwengo fill it up with water.
This done, he clasped his hands, and lifting his eyes to heaven, he prayed aloud in the language of the Amasuka.
"O God," he prayed, "upon whose business I am here, grant, I beseech Thee, that by Thy Grace power may be given to me to work this miracle in the face of these people, to the end that I may win them to cease from their iniquities, to believe upon Thee, the only true God, and to save their souls alive.Amen."Having finished his prayer, he took the bottle and shook it; then he commanded Nodwengo to sit upon the ground and hold his father's head upon his knee.Now, as all might see by many signs, the king was upon the verge of death, for his lips were purple, his breathing was rare and stertorous, and his heart stood well-nigh still.
"Open his mouth and hold down the tongue," said Owen.
The prince obeyed, pressing down the tongue with a snuff spoon.Then placing the neck of the bottle as far into the throat as it would reach, Owen poured the fluid it contained into the body of the king, who made a convulsive movement and instantly seemed to die.
"He is dead," said one; "away with the false prophet!""It may be so, or it may not be so," answered Owen."Wait for the half of an hour; then, if he shows no sign of life, do what you will with me.""It is well," they said; "so be it."
Slowly the minutes slipped by, while the king lay like a corpse before them, and outside of that silent ring the soldiers murmured as the wind.The sun was sinking fast, and Hokosa watched it, counting the seconds.At length he spoke:--"The half of the hour that you demanded is dead, White Man, as dead as the king; and now the time has come for you to die also," and he stretched out his hand to take him.
Owen looked at his watch and replied:--
"There is still another minute; and you, Hokosa, who are skilled in medicines, may know that this antidote does not work so swiftly as the bane."The shot was a random one, but it told, for Hokosa fell back and was silent.
