CHAPTER XXII
THE VICTORY OF THE CROSS
The sun rose suddenly over the edge of the cliffs, and while it was
yet deep shadow in the valley, its red light struck upon the white
cross of perished wood that towered above the Tree of Doom and on the
black shape of Hokosa crucified to it living. The camp of the king saw
and understood, and from every throat of the thousands of men, women
and children gathered there, went up a roar of rage and horror. The
king lifted his hand, and silence fell upon the place; then he mounted
on the wall and cried aloud:--
"Do you yet live, Hokosa, or is it your body only that those traitors
have fastened to the tree?"
Back came the answer through the clear still air:--
"I live, O King!"
"Endure then a little while," called Nodwengo, "and we will storm the
tree and save you."
"Nay," answered Hokosa, "you cannot save me; yet before I die I shall
see you saved."
Then his words were lost in tumult, for the third day's fighting
began. Desperately the regiments of Hafela rushing across the open
space, hurled themselves upon the fortifications, which, during the
night, had been strengthened by the building of two inner walls. Nor
was this all, for suddenly a cry told those in front that the regiment
which Hafela had despatched across the mountains had travelled up the
eastern neck of the valley, and were attacking the position in their
rear. Well was it for Nodwengo now that he had listened to the counsel
of Hokosa, and, wearied as his soldiers were, had commanded that here
also a great wall should be built.
For two hours the fight raged, and then on either side the foe fell
back, not beaten indeed, though their dead were many, but to rest and
take counsel. But now a new trouble arose: from all the camp of
Nodwengo there went up a moan of pain to Heaven, for since the evening
of yesterday the spring had given out, and they had found no water
wherewith to wet their lips. During the night they bore it; but now
the sun beating down on the black rocks with fearful force scorched
them to the marrow, till they began to wither like fallen leaves, and
already wounded men and children died, while the warriors cut the
throats of oxen and drank their blood.
Hokosa hanging on his cross heard this moaning and divined its cause.
"Be of good comfort, children of Nodwengo," he cried; "for I will pray
that rain be sent upon you." And he lifted his head and prayed.
Now, whether it was by chance or whether his prayer was heard, who can
say? At least it happened that immediately thereafter clouds began to
gather and to thicken in the blue of Heaven, and within two hours rain
fell in torrents, so that every one could drink his fill, and the
spring being replenished at its sources, flowed again strongly.
After the rain came cold and moaning winds, and after the wind a great
gloom and thunder.
Now, taking advantage of the shadow, the regiments of Hafela renewed
their attack, and this time they carried the first of the three walls,
for its defenders grew feeble and few in number. There they paused a
while, and save for the cries of the wounded and of frightened women,
the silence was great.
"Let your hearts be filled up!" cried the voice of Hokosa through the
silence; "for the sunlight shines upon the plain of the Great Place
yonder, and in it I see the sheen of spears. The /impi/ travels to
your aid, O children of Nodwengo."
Now, at this tidings the people of the king shouted for joy; but
Hafela called to his regiments to make an end of them, and they hurled
themselves upon the second wall, fighting desperately. Again and again
they were beaten back, and again and again they came on, till at
length they carried this wall also, driving its defenders, or those
who remained alive of them, into the third entrenchment, and paused to
rest awhile.
"Pray for us, O Prophet who are set on high!" cried a voice from the
camp, "for if succour do not reach us speedily, we are sped."
Before the echoes of the voice had died away, a flash of lightning
flared through the gloom, and in the light of it Hokosa saw that the
king's /impi/ was rushing up the gorge.
"Fight on! Fight on!" he called in answer. "I have prayed to Heaven,
and your succour is at hand."
Then, with a howl of rage, Hafela's regiments hurled themselves upon
the third and last entrenchment, attacking it at once in front and
rear. Twice they nearly carried it, but each time the wild scream of
Hokosa on high was heard above the din, conjuring its defenders to
fight on and fear not, for Heaven had sent them help. They fought as
men have seldom fought before, and with them fought the women and even
the children. They were few and the foe was still many, but they
listened to the urging of him whom they believed to be inspired in his
death-agony upon the cross above them, and still they held their own.
Twice portions of the wall were torn down, but they filled the breach
with the corpses of the dead, ay! and with the bodies of the living,
for the wounded, the old men and the very women piled themselves there
in the place of stones. No such fray was told of in the annals of the
People of Fire as this, the last stand of Nodwengo against the
thousands of Hafela. Now all the shouting had died away, for men had
no breath left wherewith to shout, only from the gloomy place of
battle came low groans and the deep sobbing sighs of warriors gripped
in the death-hug.
"/Fight on! Fight on!/" shrilled the voice of Hokosa on high. "Lo! the
skies are open to my dying sight, and I see the /impis/ of Heaven
sweeping to succour you. /Behold!/"
They dashed the sweat from their eyes and looked forth, and as they
looked, the pall of gloom was lifted, and in the golden glow of many-
shafted light, they saw, not the legions of Heaven indeed, but the
regiments of Nodwengo rushing round the bend of the valley, as dogs
rush upon a scent, with heads held low and spears outstretched.
Hafela saw them also.
"Back to the koppie," he cried, "there to die like men, for the
wizardries of Hokosa have been too strong for us, and lost is this my
last battle and the crown I came to seek!"
They obeyed, and all that were left of them, some ten thousand men,
they ran to the koppie and formed themselves upon it, ring above ring,
and here the soldiers of Nodwengo closed in upon them.
Again and for the last time the voice of Hokosa rang out above the
fray.
"Nodwengo," he cried, "with my passing breath I charge you have mercy
and spare these men, so many of them as will surrender. The day of
bloodshed has gone by, the fray is finished, the Cross has conquered.
Let there be peace in the land."
All men heard him, for his piercing scream, echoed from the
precipices, came to the ears of each. All men heard him, and, even in
that fierce hour of vengeance, all obeyed. The spear that was poised
was not thrown, and the kerry lifted over the fallen did not descend
to dash away his life.
"Hearken, Hafela!" called the king, stepping forward from the ranks of
the attackers. "He whom you have set on high to bring defeat upon you
charges me to give you peace, and in the name of the conquering Cross
I give peace. All who surrender shall dwell henceforth in my shadow,
nor shall the head or the heel of one of them be harmed, although
their sin is great. One life only will I take, the life of that witch
who brought your armies down upon me to burn my town and slay my
people by thousands, and who but last night betrayed Hokosa to his
death of torment. All shall go free, I say, save the witch; and for
you, you shall be given cattle and such servants as will cling to you
to the number of a hundred, and driven from the land. Now, what say
you? Will you yield or be slain? Swift with your answer; for the sun
sinks, and ere it is set there must be an end in this way or in that."
The regiments of Hafela heard, and shouted in answer as with one
voice:--
"We take your mercy, King! We fought bravely while we could, and now
we take your mercy, King!"
"What say you, Hafela?" repeated Nodwengo, addressing the prince, who
stood upon a point of rock above him in full sight of both armies.
Hafela turned and looked at Hokosa hanging high in mid-air.
"What say I?" he answered in a slow and quiet voice. "I say that the
Cross and its Prophet have been too strong for me, and that I should
have done well to follow the one and to listen to the counsel of the
other. My brother, you tell me that I may go free, taking servants
with me. I thank you and I will go--alone."
And setting the handle of his spear upon the rock, with a sudden
movement he fell forward, transfixing his heart with its broad blade,
and lay still.
"At least he died like one of the blood-royal of the Sons of Fire!"
cried Nodwengo, while the armies stood silent and awestruck, "and with
the blood-royal he shall be buried. Lay down your arms, you who
followed him and fought for him, fearing nothing, and give over to me
the witch that she may be slain."
"She hides under the tree yonder!" cried a voice.
"Go up and take her," said Nodwengo to some of his captains.
Now Noma, crouched on the ground beneath the tree, had seen and heard
all that passed. Perceiving the captains making their way towards her
through the lines of the soldiers, who opened out a path for them, she
rose and for a moment stood bewildered. Then, as though drawn by some
strange attraction, she turned, and seizing hold of the creeper that
clung about it, she began to climb the Tree of Doom swiftly. Up she
went while all men watched, higher and higher yet, till passing out of
the finger-like foliage she reached the cross of dead wood whereto
Hokosa hung, and placing her feet upon one arm of it, stood there,
supporting herself by the broken top of the upright.
Hokosa was not yet dead, though he was very near to death. Lifting his
glazing eyes, he knew her and said, speaking thickly:--
"What do you here, Noma, and wherefore have you come?"
"I come because you draw me," she answered, "and because they seek my
life below."
"Repent, repent!" he whispered, "there is yet time and Heaven is very
merciful."
She heard, and a fury seized her.
"Be silent, dog!" she cried. "Having defied your God so long, shall I
grovel to Him at the last? Having hated you so much, shall I seek your
forgiveness now? At least of one thing I am glad--it was I who brought
you here, and with me and through me you shall die."
Then, placing one foot upon his bent head as if in scorn, she leaned
forward, her long hair flying to the wind, and cursed Nodwengo and his
people, naming them renegades and apostates, and cursed the soldiers
of Hafela, naming them cowards, calling down upon them the malison of
their ancestors.
Hokosa heard and muttered:--
"For your soul's sake, woman, repent! repent, ere it be too late!"
"Repent!" she screamed, catching at his words. "Thus do I repent!" and
drawing the knife from her girdle, she leant over him and drove it
hilt-deep into his breast.
Then with a sudden movement she sprang upwards and outwards into the
air, and rushing down through a hundred feet of space, was struck dead
upon that very rock where the corpse of Hafela lay.
Now, beneath the agony of the life Hokosa lifted his head for the last
time, crying in a great voice:--
"Messenger, I come, be you my guide," and with the words his soul
passed.
"All is over and ended," said a voice. "Soldiers, salute the king with
the royal salute."
"Nay," answered Nodwengo. "Salute me not, salute the Cross and him who
hangs thereon."
So, while the rays of the setting sun shone about it, regiment by
regiment that great army rushed past the koppie, and pausing opposite
to the cross and its burden, they rendered to it the royal salute of
kings.
*****
Then the night fell, and thus through the power of Faith that now, as
of old, is the only true and efficient magic, was accomplished the
mission to the Sons of Fire of the Saint and Martyr, Thomas Owen, and
of his murderer and disciple, the Wizard Hokosa.
