a new Poland, or even start at the head of a drilled black host for the old. As he felt, however, that there was something ludicrous in the idea and as he doubted whether his father would permit him to play the role of the Macedonian Alexander in Africa, he did not confide his plans to Nell, who certainly would be the only person in the world ready to applaud them.
And besides, before subjugating that region of Africa, it was necessary above all things to get out of it, so he occupied himself with nearer matters. The caravan stretched out in a long string. Stas, sitting on the King's neck, decided to ride at the end in order to have everything and everybody in sight.
Now when the people passed by him, one after another, he observed, not without surprise, that the two fetishmen, M'Kunje and M'Pua—the same who had received a drubbing at Kali's hands—belonged to the caravan and that they set out with packs on their heads together with the others on the road.
So he stopped them and asked:
"Who ordered you to go?"
"The king," they answered, bowing humbly.
But under the mask of humility their eyes glittered savagely and their faces reflected such malice that Stas at once wanted to drive them away, and if he did not do it, it was only because he did not want to undermine Kali's authority.
Nevertheless, he summoned him at once.
"Did you order the fetish-men to go with us?" he asked.
"Kali ordered it, for Kali is wise."
"Then I shall ask you why your wisdom did not leave them at home?"
"Because if M'Kunje and M'Pua remain they would instigate the Wahimas to kill Kali upon his return, but
