The cadet marched up to his general.
'U-Shaka!' roared the induna.
The cadet thrust the spear into his general's chest, and Shaka's liegeman died with not a sound but that of the iklwa as it withdrew – the very sound that gave its name to the spear.
The cadet turned, his hands to his side. The old warrior nodded to the second of the inkwebane, who stepped forward and thrust his spear beneath his senior's breastbone.
Hervey and Fairbrother drew their sabres. 'Get ready, Somervile!'
The warrior barked another order.
Before Hervey could say 'Go!', the inkwebane turned and began marching back towards the sango.
Somervile gasped. 'I never saw nor heard such a thing!'
Hervey sighed with the most prodigious relief.
'A noble savage,' said Fairbrother, but with a touch of irony. 'See how his courage would let him kill himself, and another, rather than face Shaka's wrath.'
XV
HE WHO IS EQUAL TO A THOUSAND WARRIORS The following morning
They made camp that night a league to the north of the Fasimba kraal, on the round top of a little hill which afforded good observation, and with plentiful water in the stream below. The moon was near full, and the sky clear, which allowed the pickets to lie in rather closer than they would otherwise have been able to do. But without cloud, the night was cold; and dawn, when it broke at about five-thirty, was doubly welcome. They had stood-to half an hour before, in unusually wary expectation, and Hervey had kept them under arms for another half-hour after daylight while mounted patrols cleared out to rifle range and beyond. There was no sign of Zulu, however, other than smoke from the homesteads on distant hills.
They were within a morning's march of Dukuza, and Somervile had begun turning over in his mind how they would make their entrance to the royal kraal. If Shaka were in some way deranged – and he was beginning to believe it possible – was there, indeed, any future for his embassy? He had read of the work of an eminent French physician, who postulated a sort of 'insanity without delirium', in which a man acted without restraint or remorse, and yet with none of the common manifestations of derangement; it was only in scrutinizing a man's actions, therefore, that the insanity was manifest, as if some demon were working clandestinely within. He had every expectation, yet, of a civilized exchange of courtesies with Shaka, and at least the preliminaries to a proper accord if not a full-blown treaty, and he was certain that this could be more enduring than any made with the Xhosa, for Shaka exerted an absolute power in his kingdom. But to negotiate with a man who was insane . . . It was wholly without his experience.
Hervey's thoughts were no less troubled. He had not the slightest doubt (nor Fairbrother) that news of what had happened at the Fasimba kraal would by now have reached Dukuza. And, like Somervile, he feared that Shaka might perceive it that his will had been thwarted, and ascribe it to the malign intervention of the visitors from Cape Town. His mind was therefore occupied in thinking how to deploy his little command to effect, hoping as Somervile for a 'civilized exchange of courtesies', but preparing meanwhile for the worst. It certainly did not augur well that Isaacs was now too weak for the saddle, and that they would have to leave him here until the fever was sweated out. But Fairbrother's capability at the Fasimba kraal had been encouraging, so that the suggestion of delaying the march received no more than a passing moment's consideration.
The column, when it set off just after seven, was distinctly more subdued than on the day before. Though none but the five who had entered the isigodlo had seen the death of the induna, and of his executioner in turn, word had got about camp. Word always got about camp. Comprehending this full well, Hervey had spoken with the officers and serjeants so that the least lurid and speculative accounts were likely to circulate. Nevertheless, at stand-to, Private Johnson had told him that the slaughter did not bode well with the dragoons, and that they were swearing 'no quarter'.
In consequence, Hervey rode the first mile or so with Brereton, and then with Serjeant-Major Collins, to explain his design for disposing the column when they encountered the Zulu. The force would divide into three. The lieutenant-governor's party would be no more than a dozen: Corporal Battle would be Somervile's coverman, Corporals McCarthy and French would be his, with Corporal Brayshaw covering Fairbrother. He would need Trumpeter Roddis, too, for he must be able to rely on the best of calls to communicate his orders to the other two groups, as well as Johnson and three of the most experienced dragoons. This would be the group that would enter Shaka's kraal. The second would be a supporting group, Captain Welsh's Mounted Riflemen. These would attempt to position themselves so as to be at the immediate support of the first group. Bearing in mind what had happened at the Fasimba kraal, Hervey explained that he wanted the Rifles to be but one fence from them at all times (Isaacs did not know how many stockades there were at Dukuza, but he thought there were at least two). The third group, the rest of the dragoons, under Brereton's command, would remain outside the kraal to be able to judge how best to support the groups within, and to have a free hand in doing so.
Brereton said he understood perfectly, but in a manner that made Hervey uneasy, for he seemed not to receive it with the same relish that he himself would have. And so he rode with him a little longer, rehearsing the various exigencies and how they might deal with them. He would have liked Collins to hear, too, but that would have been to undermine Brereton's own authority – and not least his confidence. In any case, he knew he could trust to Collins's 'cavalry eye'. Exactly as he would have been able to trust to Armstrong's.
'Upon my word, did you ever see such a sight?' Somervile was standing in the stirrups, shielding his eyes against the sun, taking in the sheer size of distant Dukuza. 'And not a thing but that might be taken down like canvas. Not a stone – nor even a nail, I'll warrant. A metaphor, perhaps: the true nature of Shaka's power?'
Hervey was not much amenable to metaphors this morning. The here and now of a hundred or so men and horses was amply engaging him. He took out his telescope, and tried to humour his old friend nevertheless. 'I am reminded of stout Cortez.'
Somervile arched an eyebrow.
They were halted on yet another of the hilltops which afforded an outlook of half a mile or so to the next; except that now before them was the seat of the king of the Zulu. The kraal was vast, encompassing both valley and hillside. How many huts were contained within its enormous perimeter, he could not estimate (Isaacs had said a thousand, but he could have believed it twice that number). In the centre lay the great cattle byre, empty at this time of day, but five times, at least, the size of that at the Fasimba kraal. And beyond, on the highest point of the hillside, like the dome of the Roman Pantheon, was Shaka's ndlunkulu, palace-hut. The whole kraal, indeed, radiated a brooding regal presence – something in the scale of it, the enclosing, subduing, of so immense an area of wilderness, and yet where Nature should be the pre-eminent savage force. Hervey had seen many a place where the walls were taller, wider, longer, but they did not stand out as remarkably as here, because even in the empty tracts, in India, or Spain, they stood in a landscape which belonged unquestionably to man. The very primitiveness of this place made it somehow more powerful.
' "And Joshua and all Israel made as if they were beaten before them, and fled by the way of the wilderness." '
'I mark well enough the passage, Hervey,' replied Somervile, sinking back into the saddle. 'But I would put no store by Joshua's stratagem here. Shaka would not be tempted from such a fastness, I think.'
'I fear that if we are drawn into its depth. . .'
'Surely your spirit is not failing you, Colonel?'
'It is not. But neither is my reason.'
There was another cause of his disquiet, however. Hervey's scheme required some degree of adroitness on the part of Brereton in holding his troop aloof but in contact with the Rifles. With Welsh's men drawn deep into the kraal, it would be hard enough for the best of officers to judge this rightly.
Hervey conceded the logic, and was by no means reluctant in doing so; all that he had heard did indeed suggest that Shaka could behave with the most kingly decorum. Supposing, that is, that Shaka was not insane. 'Might we not first test the water, so to speak: draw up the troop and have Shaka inspect them – but outside the kraal?'
'I think not, Hervey. I see that it might serve, but if we are bidden to the royal quarters then we have no alternative but to accede. It would be folly otherwise, even to hesitate, for that might show us fearful, or give mortal offence. I am persuaded that we must trust to the normal usages of diplomacy.'
Hervey, sighing deeply but to himself, acknowledged the order with a touch to his shako peak.
Dukuza, regal as it appeared from that first vantage point, took on a meaner aspect as they came closer. It was not merely that its construction was so primitive, lacking fine craft and ennobling colour, it was the abounding image and odour of death. The whitened bones of all manner of beasts, the carcasses of slaughtered cattle and game picked over by the scavengers of the bush, lay scattered for a quarter of a mile, and the skulls of elephants, on poles, marked the processional way to the sango. But the true horror was human not animal: the impalings, hundreds of them, like crucifixions along the Appian Way. Hervey had seen much carnage, and every dragoon had seen the gibbet at the crossroads, but here was a veritable religion of death. The column fell into a deep silence.
A furlong from the sango, Hervey held up a hand. 'This will serve.'
Somervile reined to a halt. He surveyed the ground, and sighed. 'The heathen in his blindness!'
'What?'
He turned to his old friend. ' "From Greenland's icy mountains", Hervey. You were singing to yourself, were you not?'
Hervey looked at him, almost perturbed. 'Beneath my breath, or so I'd thought.'
'We have known each other for a long time.'
'Indeed.' He broke into a smile.
Somervile shook his head as he turned once more to the prospect before them. 'A charnel house. Was there ever such a processional! I confess it troubles me.'
'You are not contemplating withdrawal?'
Somervile paused before answering. 'I am not. I am merely contemplating the meaning of it.'
Hervey was accustomed to the frequent ellipses in his old friend's manner of speaking. Ordinarily he was not troubled by it, but in the face of a potentially hostile multitude, he was not inclined to humour him long. 'Do I have your permission to deploy the troop into line?'
'Do you need it?'
Hervey sighed again, and with some consternation. 'I do not need it when it is a matter of military necessity, but I see no cause to deploy if you are to tell me you have no intention of proceeding!'
Somervile did not answer immediately, looking long at the kraal. 'I do not wish you to come in with me,' he said abruptly. 'Eggs, baskets . . .'
'Insupportable,' replied Hervey at once.
The lieutenant-governor turned to him. 'I need hardly add that I may make it an order. You shall have it in writing if that is what troubles you.'
Hervey blinked. 'Somervile, you're speaking to me, not to someone new-come from the Horse Guards!'
'I know that,' replied his old friend calmly. 'That is why I cannot have you come into the kraal with me. If anything should happen . . .'
'May I remind you that it is on the assumption that something might happen that you are furnished with an escort, which I have the honour of commanding. And strictly speaking, I'm not sure that any but General Bourke could relieve me of that duty.'
Somervile began to look resigned. 'I had merely thought . . . I have Emma, and the children, you are but new married, and . . .'
Hervey cursed. Did Somervile not imagine that he, too, had such thoughts from time to time? But then he chided himself: Somervile had so often shown both appetite and aptitude for the soldier's art that it was too easy to imagine he was of the profession.
'Come,' he said, resolved. 'Let my dragoons make a bit of a splash along this ridge, and we shall walk under their gaze into the lion's den.'
Somervile turned and looked at him, studiously. 'The lion's den?' Hervey returned his gaze, but quizzical. 'A not uncommon figurative expression. And that is what his name means, does it not? Shaka – lion?'
Somervile's brow furrowed beneath the peak of his straw hat, but his eyes displayed his incredulity just as surely. 'Where did you learn that?'
'I don't rightly recall. I . . .'
'I'm disappointed, Hervey. As a rule you have such a facility with native tongues.'
Hervey sighed, conceding his error. 'Evidently not in that of the Zulu. Shaka is not a word for "lion"?'
'Intestinal beetle.'
He laughed. Campaigning was a hard business, but not always grim. 'Beetle?'
'Shaka was born out of wedlock, which many believe to have been his driving shame – that and the harsh treatment of his mother. When Nandi appeared to be with child she protested that it was merely I-Shaka, the beetle which suppressed the menses.'
'I wonder he did not change his name to something nobler.'
'He had no need. The Zulu have a custom – hlonipa, which, if you do not know it,' (he said this with a certain wryness) 'means "modesty" – whereby they devise another word for the everyday where it is also the name of a warrior of rank.'
Hervey shook his head in mock disbelief, and in admiration of Somervile's learning. 'Huzoor, do I have your leave to carry on?'
'Carry on.'
He turned in the saddle to see where was Brereton, but he was not in his place at the head of the troop. He beckoned forward Cornet Kemmis instead. 'The troop leader?'
'He fell rear, Colonel; to speak with the sar'nt-major.'
Hervey frowned. There was nothing so very wrong in Brereton's falling to the rear, except that if he wanted to speak with the serjeant-major he could as well have summoned him forward. And when they halted, he ought to have come forward again at once in expectation of orders . . . 'Have the troop form line. We shall make our approach from here. You understood the design?'
'Perfectly, Colonel.'
Hervey nodded, then turned forward in the saddle again. Kemmis's answer was confident, and one in which he, Hervey, at once had confidence. A cornet not long out of the military college possessed of a more natural air of command than his captain, ten years his senior – these things were unaccountable.
Up came Welsh. 'Riflemen all ready, Colonel.'
By which he meant loaded. The dragoons, on the other hand, would have more time to make ready their carbines, and so Hervey intended keeping them unprimed; there was no more damnable a business than having to draw unused charges, or risking accidental discharge (this was no time for a spark in the brushwood, literally or otherwise).
He gave the executive order.
The troop fronted with impressive speed, and the riflemen formed skirmish line at the foot of the rise, dismounting and standing steady, waiting for the lieutenant-governor's party to begin their procession to the sango.
Hervey nodded, well pleased. He reckoned that any observer would be impressed by the handiness of his little force. The Zulu had their regularity, the feathers, the animal skins, the cowhides of the war shields, but a line of blue coats and white-covered shakos: altogether different. And if they had heard of Umtata, how they must respect the rifle, the sabre, and the fleetness of the horse.
Somervile's party advanced without speaking.
The skulls of two gigantic bull elephants atop crudely carved baobab pillars marked the saluting point. A guard of
honour – Fasimba – lined the swept path to the entrance.
Shaka's chamberlain, Mbopa, shorter by head and shoulders than any of the Fasimba, and markedly stouter, came out from the kraal.
The party dismounted.
Fairbrother, with only a little assistance from Mbopa's interpreter, a man of indeterminate but very mixed blood, presented the King's respects, and explained that they brought with them but small tokens of that esteem in advance of many more substantial ones.
Mbopa assured them that Shaka was aware of the King's respect, and that they would enjoy his hospitality for as long as they wished it. They would first eat and drink, and then be brought into his royal presence.
Somervile spoke a few words in return, all politeness, intending to convey the dignity of the Crown and the confidence of the embassy, and presented Hervey as the King's military representative.
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