Leopard Hunts in Darkness - Smith Wilbur (бесплатные полные книги .txt) 📗

"This is a sacred place," Vusamanzi told them. "It is here that the apprentice magicians live during the training period. It was here, as a young man, that I served under my own father, and learned the ancient prophecies and the magical arts." He gestured to them to sit down, and all of them slumped thankfully to the rocky floor. "You will be safe here. The soldiers will not find you. In a week or a month, when they grow weary of searching for you, it will be safe for you to leave. Then we will find a man to guide you "It's spooky," Sally-Anne whispered, when Craig translated this for her.

"Some of my women are following us with food. They will come every second &y while you are here, with food and news." Two of Sarah s half-sisters arrived at the cavern before darkness fell. They carried heavy bundles balanced upon their heads, and they set about preparing a meal immedi, lately. Their laughter and merry chatter, the flicker of the flames on the hearth, the smell of woodsmoke and food cooking, partially dispelled the oppressive atmosphere of the cavern.

Craig explained to "You must eat with the women" e old man will be very Sally' Anne "It's the custom- Th unhappy" an old dear, but underneath he turns out "He looks such male chauvinist pig she protested, to be just another passed the beer, pot around their circle, The three men in the centre and the old and ate from the communal bowl man spoke to Tungata between mouthfuls.

"The spirits prevented our first meeting, Nkosi- We waited for you to come that night, but the Shana had taken you. it was a time of sorrow for all of us, but now the spirits have relented they have delivered you from the SP Shana and brought us together at last Vusamanzi looked of great portent that You and I at Craig. "There are things must discuss tribal matters!

"You say that the spirits have arranged my escape from the Shana," Tungata replied. it may be so but if it is, then this white man is their agent. He and his woman have risked their very lives to free me."

"Still, he is a white Man I , said the old man delicately "His family has lived in this land for a hundred years and he is my brother," said Tungata simply.

"You vouch for him, Nkosi?" the old man persisted.

"We are all 4speak, old man," Tungata assured him.

friends, here."

The magician sighed and shuffled and took another handful I of food. "As my lord wishes," he agreed at last, and then abruptly, "You are the guardian of the old king's tomb, are you not?" Tungata's dark eyes hooded in the firelight.

know of these things, old man?" he what do you countered.

when q know that the sons of the house of Kumalo, they reach man hoods are taken to the tomb of the king and made to swear the oath of guardianship-" Tungata nodded reluctantly. This may be so." Do you know the prophecy?) the old man demanded.

d and said, "Mat when the tribe is And Tungata nod de sorely in need, the spirit of the old king will come forth to give them succour." "The spirit of Lobengula will come forth as a fire," the old man corrected him.

"Yes," Tungata agreed. Tobengula's fire."

"And there is more, much more do you know the rest of it, son of Kumalo?"

ell it to me, old father."

"The prophecy goes on thus: The leopard cub will first his chains.

The leopard cub uill first break an oath, then break fly like an eagle, then suim likea fish. When these things have come to pass, the fire of Lobengula uill be freed from the dark places and come forth to SUCCOUr and save his People They were all silent, considering this conundrum.

"The leopard skin is the prerogative of the house of Kumajo," Vusamanzi reminded them. "Thus the leopard cub of the prophecy would be a descendant of the royal house." Tungata grunted noncommittally.

"I do not know that you have broken an oath," the old man went on, 'but you have broken the chains with which the Shana bound you."

"Ehheh!" Tungata nodded his face closed and impassive. A.

"You escaped from)#Tuti in an indeki, flying like an eagle indeed," the old "Man pointed out, and again Tungata nodded, but in English he murmured to Craig, "The beauty of these ancient prophecies is that they can be moulded to fit nearly any circumstances They gain a little or lose a little with each repetition, depending on the mood and the motives of the seer at the time Then he reverted smoothly to Sindebele. "You are wise, old man, and well t tell us what of the swimming of the versed in magic, bu fish? I must warn you that I am not able to swim, and that the only one thing I truly fear is death by drowning. You must seek another fish." Vusamanzi wiped the grease off his chin and looked smug.

"There is something else I must tell you,"Tungata went on. "I have entered Lobengula's tomb. It is empty. The body of Lobengula has gone. The prophecy has been voided long, long ago." The old magician showed no distress at Tungata's words.

Instead he sat back on his heels and unscrewed the stopper of the snuff horn that hung around his neck.

"If you have entered the king's tomb, then you have broken your oath to defend it intact," he pointed out with a wicked twinkle of his eyes. "The oath-breaking of the prophecy could that be it?" He did not wait for a reply but poured red snuff into the palm of his hand and drew it up each nostril. He sneezed ecstatically with tears running down his withered old cheeks.

"If you broke your oath, Nkosi, it was beyond your powers to prevent it. The spirits of your ancestors drove you to it and you are without blame. But, now let me explain the empty tomb." He paused and then seemed to take off at a tangent "Have either of you heard of a man who lived long ago, a man they called Taka-Taka?" They both nodded.