Liola

: The Great White Queen

AFTER brief consultation it was deemed insecure for us to return to

Goliba's house, as search would undoubtedly be made for us there if any

had detected his presence with us in the great chasm. Therefore, our

guide, taking one of the lamps, led us along a number of narrow unlighted

passages, threading the maze with perfect knowledge of its intricacies

until, opening a door, we found ourselves in a small stone

prison-ch mber. Here we remained while he went to another part of the

vaults and obtained for us some food, urging us to remain there until

such time as we might come forth in safety.



Kona extracted from him a promise that he would place his

fellow-tribesmen in a place of security, and Goliba also assured us that

if we remained in that chamber and did not attempt to wander in the

passages, where we must inevitably lose our way, we might ere long ascend

to the city and commence the campaign against the cruel command of the

merciless Naya.



Through eleven long and dreary days we remained in the narrow cell,

drawing our water from a spring that gushed forth from a rock close to

the door, existing on the smallest quantity of food, and scarce daring to

speak aloud lest any of the gaolers should overhear. By day a faint light

came through a narrow chink above, and from the fact that the steady

tramp of soldiers sounded overhead at intervals we concluded that the

chamber must be situated immediately below one of the courtyards of the

palace. At night, however, we remained in perfect darkness, our oil

having been exhausted during the first few hours. Thus we could only

remain sitting on the stone bench like prisoners, inactive, discussing

the probabilities of the serious movement that had been started in favour

of a change of rule.



"The people apparently look to me as their rescuer from this oppression,"

Omar observed one day when we were laying plans for the future. "I will,

if Zomara favours me, do my best."



"It is but right; nay, it is your duty towards your subjects to preserve

the traditions of the Sanoms," I said. "Goliba was right when he promised

he would show us the horrors introduced into Mo, or resuscitated by the

present Naya. We have witnessed with our own eyes expressions of pleasure

cross her countenance as each batch of her subjects cast themselves into

those yawning jaws. Such a monarch, capable of any cruelty, must

necessarily rule unjustly, and should be overthrown or killed."



"I do not desire her death," he said quickly. "All I intend to do is to

free our people from this hateful reign of terror, and at the same time

preserve my mother's life."



"But the time she gave us to quit the country has elapsed," I observed.

"If we are now discovered we shall either be held as slaves, or treated

without mercy--offered as sacrifices to the Crocodile-god, perhaps."



"Not while the people are in our favour," he said. "Once their adherence

to my cause has been tested then we have nought further to fear, for the

opinion of the populace will be found even of greater power than the

military, and in the end it must prevail."



"In the fight that must ensue thou wilt find thy servant Kona at thy

side," the head-man said. "Through fire or across water the Dagombas will

follow thee, for their fetish is good, and they have faith in thee as

leader."



"Yea, O friend," the young prince answered. "Without thee and thy

followers I could never have returned hither. I owe everything to thee,

and to the stout heart of our companion Scarsmere."



"No, old fellow," I protested. "It is your own dogged courage that has

pulled us through so far, not mine. Up to the present all has gone well

with us except the deplorable loss of some of our dark companions,

therefore let us retain our light hearts and meet all obstacles with

smiles."



"I am ready to lead the people against the forces of malice and

oppression at any moment Goliba commands," Omar answered. "No thought of

fear shall arrest my footsteps or stay my hand."



Times without number we discussed the situation in similar strain, until,

on the eleventh day of our voluntary confinement we were startled by a

low tapping on the door.



Each held his breath. Had it been Goliba he would have entered without

any such formality. In silence, we remained listening.



Again the tapping was repeated, louder than before. Drawing our knives

ready to defend ourselves, believing it to be one of the Naya's gaolers,

Kona went forward, unbolted the door and opening it a few inches, weapon

in hand, peered out.



Instantly an exclamation of surprise escaped him, and as he threw wide

open the door, a young girl of about seventeen, with a face more

beautiful than I had ever before seen, entered our cell. This vision of

feminine loveliness entranced us. We all three stood staring at her

open-mouthed.



Dressed in a robe of rich blue silk heavily embroidered with gold, her

waist was confined by a golden girdle wherein were set some magnificent

rubies, and her feet were encased in tiny slippers of pale green leather

embroidered with seed pearls. Her face, slightly flushed in confusion at

finding herself in the presence of the Prince, was pale of complexion as

my own, her clear eyes a deep blue, her cheeks dimpled, her chin just

sufficiently pointed to give a touch of piquancy to a decidedly handsome

countenance. Her hair, of almost flaxen fairness, fell in profusion about

her shoulders and breast, almost hiding the necklets of gold and gems

encircling her slim throat.



Little wonder then was it that Kona's black visage should broaden into a

wide grin in manner habitual when his eyes fell upon anything that

pleased him, or that I should regard her as a most perfect type of

feminine loveliness.



"I seek Omar, the Prince," she said in a silvery voice, not, however,

without some trepidation.



"I am Omar," answered my friend. "Who, pray, art thou, that thou shouldst

know of my hiding-place?"



"Thy servant," she said with a graceful bow, "is called Liola, daughter

of Goliba, councillor of the great Naya. My father sendeth thee greeting

and a message."



"Goliba's daughter!" Omar cried laughing. "And we had drawn knives upon

thee!"



"Sheathe them," she answered smiling upon us. "Keep them in your belts

until ye meet your enemies, for ere long ye will, of a verity, want

them."



"What then hath transpired?" asked the son of the Great White Queen.

"What message sendeth our friend Goliba?"



"My father directed me to come hither, for knowing the wife of the Keeper

of the Prison I was enabled to pass the sentries where my father would

have been remarked," she said. "He sendeth thee word to be of good

courage, for all goeth well, and thy cause prospereth. The savages who

accompanied thee into our land are all in safety, although the horsemen

of the Naya are scouring the country in search of thee and thy

companions. In secret, word of thy consent to lead the popular

demonstration against oppression and ill-government hath been conveyed to

the people even to our land's furthermost limits, and the reports from

all sides show that thou art regarded with favour."



"And thou art also one of my partisans--eh?" asked Omar, smiling.



"I am, O Master," she answered blushing deeply. "I will make fetish for

the success of thine arms."



"I thank thee, Liola," he answered. "Thou hast indeed brought us good

tidings."



"But my father sendeth thee a further message," she continued. "He told

me to tell thee that at sundown to-day he will come and conduct thee

hence. Rest and sleep until then, for the way may be long and great

vigilance may be demanded."



"Whither does he intend to take us?" our companion asked.



"I know not, O Master," she replied. "Already the people have armed, and

are assembling. I heard my father, in conversation last night with one of

the provincial governors who hath lately joined us, declare that the

struggle could not be much longer delayed."



"Then thou meanest that a fight is imminent?" he asked.



"I fear so. Word of thine intention hath been conveyed by some spy unto

the Naya, and the city now swarmeth with her soldiers and janissaries,

who have orders to suppress the first sign of any insurrection. But in

the fight thou shalt assuredly win, for the opinion of the people is in

thy favour. May Zomara's jaws close upon thine enemies, and may they be

devoured like sacrifices."



"The people are assembling, thou hast said," Omar observed. "Are they in

great numbers?"



"It is impossible to tell. The news of thine opposition to the Naya

spread like wildfire through the land, and secret agents soon ascertained

that the balance of opinion was in thy favour. For eight days past I have

been at work secretly in thy cause, and from my own observations in the

city I know that among the palace officials we have many adherents, and

even here and there the soldiers will turn against their own comrades. In

our own house arms and ammunition are stored, and we have been fortunate

enough in obtaining from the arsenal through the governor, who is on our

side, ten of those wonderful guns of the English that fire bullets like

streams of water."



"Maxims, I suppose," I interrupted.



"I know not their name," she replied. "I heard my father say that they

are most deadly, and with them we might hold an army at bay."



"Truly thy father hath neglected nothing on my behalf," Omar said with

sincerity. "Dost thou return unto him?"



"I go at once."



"Then tell him we are anxious to accompany him, and will be ready at

sundown."



"Thy words will I convey to him, O Master. Liola shall make great fetish

for thine ascent to the Emerald Throne."



Then, wishing us adieu, the slim handsome girl with the deep blue

expressive eyes slipped out of the door, and noiselessly crept away down

the long stone corridor.



"Of a truth, O Master, there can be no fairer daughter on earth than

Liola," Kona observed, addressing Omar when the pretty messenger had

gone.



"Yea, she is beautiful. Her face is like the lily, and her eyes as

mysterious as the depths of the sea. I have never encountered one so

fair," Omar answered.



"Nor I," I said. "Her beauty is incomparable."



"I had no idea old Goliba had a daughter," Omar exclaimed. "He is indeed

fortunate to have one so amazingly lovely."



"She is one of your partisans," I observed smiling.



And he laughed, while Kona, grinning with glee, declared chaffingly that

the Prince had fallen in love with her.



The subject, however, was not further pursued, but now and then Omar

would express a hope that she had returned in safety to her father, or

wonder why she had been working in his cause, his words showing plainly

that his head was still filled with thoughts of our pretty visitor.



Soon after the light had faded from the tiny chink above, Goliba's voice

was heard calling outside, and we at once opened the door to him.



"Let us hasten, O Master," the old sage cried breathlessly. "Every

instant's delay meaneth peril, and peril is first cousin to disaster."



"Lead," I cried. "We will follow."



A moment later we all four were creeping softly along the corridor past

doors of the foul reeking dungeons wherein those who for some cause or

another, often the most trivial, had fallen into disfavour with the Naya

and were rotting in their silent living tombs. Many were the grim and

fearful stories of injustice and agony those black walls could tell; many

were the victims consigned there, although innocent of any offence, never

again to see the light of day. As we walked huge grey rats, some the pets

of the wretched prisoners, scurried from our path, and now and then as we

passed the small closed door of heavy sheet-iron the groans and

lamentations of the unhappy captives reached our ears.



At last, after traversing many passages turning to right and left in such

a manner that the extent of the great place amazed us, we ascended a

flight of well-worn steps.



"The sentries now on guard are loyal to us," the royal councillor

whispered, turning to Omar as we went up, and when we emerged into the

chamber wherein stood the Emerald Throne, the three tall soldiers with

drawn swords, two standing mute and motionless as statues on either side

of the door, and the other pacing up and down, took no notice of our

appearance, but regarded us with stolid indifference. In the rosy evening

light we sped across the beautiful court to a gate opposite, and passed

out by a private way of which Goliba held the key until we found

ourselves beyond the frowning walls.



Kona looked around longingly as we passed through the courts and

chambers. He was anticipating with eagerness the time when he and his men

would re-enter the place as conquerors, and was probably reflecting upon

the amount of loot his men could obtain in the event of an order being

given to sack the palace of the dreaded Naya. But without pausing to

glance behind, our guide hurried us forward along a number of winding

back streets of the city, hot, dusty and close-smelling after the

broiling day, until he stopped before the door of a fine house, the walls

of which were of polished white marble, that reflected the last rays of

the sun like burnished gold. Striking the door thrice, it opened, and on

going in he conducted us to a spacious hall, where we found exposed to

our view a great collection of arms and warlike accoutrements. All kinds

of instruments of death, which the inventive malice of man had ever

discovered had been collected for the use of those determined to

accomplish the overthrow of the wicked rule of the Naya. First, there

were sticks, staves and knotty clubs. Next to these, spears, darts,

javelins, armed with brass or iron, or their points hardened with fire,

and innumerable bows with quivers and arrows, which Kona examined

critically, giving low grunts of approbation as he scrutinized a specimen

of each.



After these, instruments of dubious use originally designed for the

assistance of man, but perverted through cruelty and malice to the

service of slaughter and death; such as knives, scythes, axes and

hammers. On these were heaped arms, deliberately fashioned for the

offence of mankind, swords, daggers, poignards, scimitars, and rapiers,

while on the opposite side of the spacious place were stored the more

refined and destructive instruments of European war, rifles, muskets,

revolvers, bayonets, small field-pieces, machine-guns of various

patterns, including four Maxims and their food, boxes of cartridges, kegs

of powder, cakes of dynamite, bombs and shells.



"Behold!" exclaimed Goliba, halting before them. "Here is one of our

secret stores of arms."



"One of them!" said Omar. "How many, then, have we?"



"In the city there are sixteen, all similarly filled. Away in various

parts of the country there are depots in every populous centre," he

replied.



"But it must have taken a long time to obtain all these," the Prince

observed, puzzled.



"The munitions of war were swiftly obtained for a popular rising," the

aged sage replied. "When the word went forth in secret to the people,

they responded almost to a man. Arms were actually carried from the royal

arsenal in great quantities, and even the spies of the Naya found

themselves thwarted and powerless. We have obtained nearly all the Maxims

purchased in England, by the Naya's agent, Makhana; some are here, others

at various depots, and each will be in charge of fighting-men, who know

their use. The few remaining in the arsenal and forts have all been

disabled by those of our sympathisers in government employ."



"Truly," I said, turning to Omar, "the Naya who gave an order for your

assassination is seated on the edge of a volcano."



"Yes," cried the white-bearded old councillor. "The country hath

struggled and groaned long and in vain under the Naya's tyrannical sway;

the uprising will be swift and revengeful."



"When will it occur?" I asked, with eagerness.



"To-night," answered Goliba in a quiet tone.



"To-night?" we all three cried, amazed that the preparations were already

complete.



"Yes," he said, in a low tone. "As the bell on the palace-gate chimeth

the midnight hour a great mine will be fired that will proclaim with the

earth's sudden upheaval the rising of the people of Mo against their

ruler. Then the people, ready armed with these weapons, will strike such

a blow as will sweep away all oppression and tyranny from our land, and

leave it free as it hath ever been, free to prosper and retain its

position as the only unconquered nation on the face of earth."