Then by certain magic they became fierce fighters. And now, lord, the Kiko folk, who, up and down the river, are known for their gentleness, have become like devils.”

Sanders waited, and the chief went on:

“Last night we came to the Kiko, desiring to rest with them, and in the dark of the forest they fell upon us, with great screaming; and, behold! of ten canoes these men are all I have left, for the Kiko were waiting for our coming.”

He looked earnestly at Sanders.

“Tell me, lord,” he said, “what magic do white men use to make warriors from cowards?”

“That is not for your knowing,” said Sanders diplomatically; “yet you should put this amongst the sayings of your people, ‘Every rat fights in his hole, and fear is more fierce than hate.’”

He went on to Kiko city, arriving in rime to check an expedition, for the Kiko, filled with arrogance at their own powers, were assembling an army to attack the Ochori.

“Often have I told,” said the chief, trembling with pride, “that the Kiko were terrible and bloody–now, lord, behold! In the night we slew our oppressors, for the spirit of our fathers returned to us, and our enemies could not check us.”

“Excellent!” said Sanders in the vernacular. “Now I see an end to all taxation palaver, for, truly, you do not desire my soldiers nor the puc-a-puc. Yet, lest the Lulungo folk return–for they are as many as the sands of the river–I will send fighting men to help you.”

“Lord, you are as our father and mother,” said the gratified chief.

“Therefore I will prevail upon Bosambo, whose heart is now sore against you, to come with his fighting tribes to sit awhile at your city.”

The chief’s face worked convulsively: he was as one swallowing a noxious draught. “Lord,” he said, speaking under stress of emotion, “we are a poor people, yet we may pay your lordship full taxes, for in the end I think it would be cheaper than Bosambo and his hungry devils.”

“So I think!” said Sanders.

Bosambo Of The River (1914)

CHAPTER III

THE RISE OF THE EMPEROR

Tobolaka, the king of the Isisi, was appointed for his virtues, being a Christian and a Bachelor of Arts.

For a time he ruled his country wisely and might have died full of honour, but his enthusiasm got the better of him.

For Tobolaka had been taken to America when a boy by an enthusiastic Baptist, had been educated at a college and had lectured in America and England. He wrote passable Latin verse, so I am told; was a fluent exponent of the Free Silver Policy of Mr. Bryan, and wore patent leather shoes with broad silk laces.

In London he attracted the attention of a callow Undersecretary of State for the Colonies, and this Under-Secretary was a nephew of the Prime Minister, cousin of the Minister of War, and son-in-law of the Lord Chancellor, so he had a pull which most Under-Secretaries do not ordinarily possess.

“Mr. Tobolaka,” said the Under-Secretary, “what are your plans?”

Mr. Tobolaka was a little restrained.

“I feel, Mr. Cardow,” he said, “that my duties lie in my land–no, I do not mean that I have any call to missionary work, but rather to administration. I am, as you know of the Isisi people–we are a pure Bantu stock, as far as legend supports that contention–and I have often thought, remembering that the Isisi are the dominant race, that there are exceptional opportunities for an agglomeration of interests; in fact–“

“A splendid idea–a great idea!” said the enthusiastic Under-Secretary. Now it happened that this young Mr. Cardow had sought for years for some scheme which he might further to his advantage. He greatly desired, after the fashion of all budding Parliamentarians, to be associated with a movement which would bring kudos and advertisement in its train, and which would earn for him the approval or the condemnation of the Press, according to the shade of opinion which the particular newspapers represented.

So in the silence of his room in Whitehall Court, he evolved a grand plan which he submitted to his chief. That great man promised to read it on a given day, and was dismayed when he found himself confronted with forty folios of typewritten matter at the very moment when he was hurrying to catch the 10.35 to the Cotswold Golf Links.

“I will read it in the train,” he said.

He crammed the manuscript into his bag and forgot all about it; on his return to town he discovered that by some mischance he had left the great scheme behind.

Nevertheless, being a politician and resourceful, he wrote to his subordinate.

“DEAR CARDOW,–I have read your valuable document with more than ordinary interest. I think it is an excellent idea,”–he knew it was an idea because Cardow had told him so–“but I see many difficulties. Mail me another copy. I should like to send it to a friend of mine who would give roe an expert opinion.”

It was a wily letter, but indiscreet, for on the strength of that letter the Under-Secretary enlisted the sympathies and practical help of his chief’s colleagues.

“Here we have a native and an educated native,” he said impressively, “who is patriotic, intelligent, resourceful. It is a unique opportunity–a splendid opportunity. Let him go back to his country and get the threads together.”

The conversation occurred in the Prime Minister’s room, and there were present three Ministers of the Crown, including a Home Secretary, who was frankly bored, because he had a scheme of his own, and would much rather have discussed his Artisans’ Tenement (19–) Bill.

“Isn’t there a Commissioner Sanders in that part of the world?” he asked languidly. “I seem to remember some such name. And isn’t there likely to be trouble with the minor chiefs if you set up a sort of Central African Emperor?”

“That can be overcome,” said the sanguine Cardow. “As for Sanders, I expect him to help. A dynasty established on the Isisi River might end all the troubles we have had there.”

“It might end other things,” said the impatient Home Secretary. “Now about this Tenement Bill. I think we ought to accept Cronk’s amendment–er–“

A few weeks later Mr. Tobolaka was summoned to Whitehall Court.

“I think, Mr. Tobolaka,” said Cardow complacently, “I have arranged for a trial of our plan. The Government has agreed–after a tough fight with the permanent officials, I admit–to establish you on the Isisi as King and Overlord of the Isisi, Ochori, N’gombi, and Akasava. They will vote you a yearly allowance, and will build a house in Isisi city for you. You will find Mr.