ce wrong views of Right.
The Cadis' law was writ in books that only they could read,
But what should we know of the strings to that? 'Twas gloom when
we agreed.

We were an ignorant people. The Offizieren came
To lend to law eye, tooth, and claw and so enforce the same.
Now nought are the tribal customs; free speech is under ban;
Displaced are misconceptions that were based on fallen man,
And our gloom has gone in darkness of the risen German's night,
Nor is there salt of mercy lest it sap the hold of Might.
They strike--we may not answer, nor dare we ask them why.
We sold ourselves to supermen. If we rebel, we die.

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* Cadi--judge.
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I sat down once more on the hospital steps, and listened while Fred and
Will relieved themselves of their opinions about German manners.
Nothing seemed likely to relieve me. I had marched a hundred miles,
endured the sickening pain, and waited an extra night at the end of it
all simply on the strength of anticipation. Now that the surgeon would
not see me, hope seemed gone. I could think of nothing but to go and
hide somewhere, like a wounded animal.

But there were two more swift shocks in store, and no hiding-place.
The path to the water-front led past us directly along the southern
boma wall. Before Fred and Will had come to an end of swearing they
saw something that struck them silent so suddenly that I looked up and
saw, too. Not that I cared very much. To me it seemed merely one last
super-added piece of evidence that life was not worth while.

Plainly the launch had come from British East, of which Schubert had
spoken. Hand in hand from the water-front, followed by the obsequious
Schubert, all smiles and long black whip (for the chain-gang trailed
after with the luggage, and needed to be overawed), walked Professor
Schillingschen and Lady Isobel Saffren Waldon. They seemed in love--or
at any rate the professor did, for he ogled and smirked like a bearded
gargoyle; and she made such play of being charmed by his grimaces that
the Syrian maid fell behind to hide her face.

None of us spoke. We watched them. Personally I did not mind the
feeling that the worst had happened at last. I was incapable of
sounding further depths of gloom--too full of pain bodily to suffer
mentally from threats of what might yet be. But the other two looked
miserable--more so because Fred's bearded chin perked up so bravely,