row through thy body."

"What ails thee, boy? Is not one white slave enough for thee, that thou
wouldst deprive me of the other? I made him captive with my bow and
spear at Olimali's village. Stand aside."

"Go away, I tell thee! This `slave' of thine is now my brother. The
blood ceremony has been made. Who injures him injures me; and I am
Kalulu, adopted son of Katalambula."

"Well, if he is thy brother, keep him; but give me the other white slave
in his place," replied Ferodia.

"Thou hast given him to my father. My father has given him to me. I am
too poor in white slaves to be able to give thee any. I have but one
slave, for the other is my brother."

"Katalambula," said Ferodia, "this is injustice. White slaves are not
caught every day. I must have one of them."

"We may not disregard the laws of brotherhood, Ferodia," said the King,
mildly. "When Kalulu made the white boy his brother he made him a
Mtuta, and all the Watuta are free men. Thou gavest me the other, and I
gave him to Kalulu. It is not our custom to return gifts, thou knowest,
Ferodia. But take thou three Wabena men at my hand instead, and be
friends with Kalulu."

"No, no, no!" said Ferodia, in a burst of anger. "Thou art unjust,
Katalambula, to one who fought for thee with such success, and brought
thee so much wealth. I depart at once; and thou," said he warningly to
Kalulu, "do thou beware of me; eagle's wings have been clipped ere now,
and young lions tamed. Ferodia is king over his own tribe."

"Ferodia," said Kalulu with a sneer, "I fear thee not. I know thee for
a bad man; and were it not for my father thou shouldst not leave this
village, for I should garnish the gate with thy skull."

"Peace, boy!" cried Katalambula, "and do not make bad worse with thy
saucy tongue. And thou, Ferodia, heed him not; remember, he is but a
young boy. But it is thou who art unjust, not I. Hast thou not
received a fourth of all thou didst bring me? Hast thou forgotten the
slaves, the cloth, the powder, and guns I gave thee? Whose were the
warriors with whom the battle was won at Kwikuru? Who sent thee there
but I? Go home if thou must, and peace be with thee."

Ferodia left the party, but not before he had again menaced Kalulu,
which menace that young chief returned with interest. Within an hour he
had departed from the village with his warriors, slaves, and property,
breathing revenge and hatred, fuming and storming at the sl