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Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925

"She"

"What said
'_She-who-must-be-obeyed_' about the black one?"
"She said naught; but slay him not. Come hither, my son."
The man advanced, and the tall shadowy form bent forward and whispered
something.
"Yes, yes," said the other, and chuckled in a rather blood-curdling
tone.
"Are the three white men there?" asked the form.
"Yes, they are there."
"Then bring up that which is made ready for them, and let the men take
all that can be brought from the thing which floats."
Hardly had he spoken when men came running up, carrying on their
shoulders neither more nor less than palanquins--four bearers and two
spare men to a palanquin--and in these it was promptly indicated we were
expected to stow ourselves.
"Well!" said Leo, "it is a blessing to find anybody to carry us after
having to carry ourselves so long."
Leo always takes a cheerful view of things.
There being no help for it, after seeing the others into theirs I
tumbled into my own litter, and very comfortable I found it.


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