"The fate thou gavest to my father, whose throne thou hast sat on these many years!" was the stern answer.
"It is good. I will show thee how to die, that thou mayest remember it against thine own time. See, the sun sinks in blood," and he pointed with his battle-axe towards the setting orb; "it is well that my sun should go down in its company. And now, O king! I am ready to die, but I crave the boon of the Kukuana royal House to die fighting. Thou canst not refuse it, or even those cowards who fled to-day will hold thee shamed."
"It is granted. Choose—with whom wilt thou fight? Myself I cannot fight with thee, for the king fights not except in war."
Twala's sombre eye ran up and down our ranks, and I felt, as for a moment it rested on myself, that the position had developed a new horro
