The Essential Edgar Wallace Collection. Edgar Wallace

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СКАЧАТЬ about this time, Bosambo of the Ochori might, had he wished and had he the literary quality, have written many books about women, if for no other reason than because of a certain girl named D'riti.

      She was a woman of fifteen, grown to a splendid figure, with a proud head and a chin that tilted in contempt, for she was the daughter of Bosambo's chief counsellor, grand-daughter of an Ochori king, and ambitious to be wife of Bosambo himself.

      "This is a mad thing," said Bosambo when her father offered the suggestion; "for, as you know, T'meli, I have one wife who is a thousand wives to me."

      "Lord, I will be ten thousand," said D'riti, present at the interview and bold; "also, Lord, it was predicted at my birth that I should marry a king and the greater than a king."

      "That is me," said Bosambo, who was without modesty; "yet, it cannot be."

      So they married D'riti to a chief's son who beat her till one day she broke his thick head with an iron pot, whereupon he sent her back to her father demanding the return of his dowry and the value of his pot.

      She had her following, for she was a dancer of fame and could twist her lithe body into enticing shapes. She might have married again, but she was so scornful of common men that none dare ask for her. Also the incident of the iron pot was not forgotten, and D'riti went swaying through the village--she walked from her hips, gracefully--a straight, brown, girl-woman desired and unasked.

      For she knew men too well to inspire confidence in them. By some weird intuition which certain women of all races acquire, she had probed behind their minds and saw with their eyes, and when she spoke of men, she spoke with a conscious authority, and such men, who were within earshot of her vitriolic comments, squirmed uncomfortably, and called her a woman of shame.

      So matters stood when the _Zaire_ came flashing to the Ochori city and the heart of Bones filled with pleasant anticipation.

      Who was so competent to inform him on the matter of the souls of native women as Bosambo of the Ochori, already a crony of Bones, and admirable, if for no other reason, because he professed an open reverence for his new master? At any rate, after the haggle of tax collection was finished, Bones set about his task.

      "Bosambo," said he, "men say you are very wise. Now tell me something about the women of the Ochori."

      Bosambo looked at Bones a little startled.

      "Lord," said he, "who knows about women? For is it not written in the blessed Sura of the Djin that women and death are beyond understanding?"

      "That may be true," said Bones, "yet, behold, I make a book full of wise and wonderful things and it would be neither wise nor wonderful if there was no word of women."

      And he explained very seriously indeed that he desired to know of the soul of native womanhood, of her thoughts and her dreams and her high desires.

      "Lord," said Bosambo, after a long thought, "go to your ship: presently I will send to you a girl who thinks and speaks with great wisdom--and if she talks with you, you shall learn more things than I can tell you."

      To the _Zaire_ at sundown came D'riti, a girl of proper height, hollow backed, bare to the waist, with a thin skirting of fine silk cloth which her father had brought from the Coast, wound tightly about her, yet not so tightly that it hampered her swaying, lazy walk. She stood before a disconcerted Bones, one small hand resting on her hip, her chin (as usual) tilted down at him from under lashes uncommonly long for a native.

      Also, this Bones saw, she was gifted with more delicate features than the native woman can boast as a rule. The nose was straight and narrow, the lips full, yet not of the negroid type. She was in fact a pure Ochori woman, and the Ochori are related dimly to the Arabi tribes.

      "Lord, Bosambo the King has sent me to speak about women," she said simply.

      "Doocidly awkward," said Bones to himself, and blushed.

      "O, D'riti," he stammered, "it is true I wish to speak of women, for I make a book that all white lords will read."

      "Therefore have I come," she said. "Now listen, O my lord, whilst I tell you of women, and of all they think, of their love for men and of the strange way they show it. Also of children----"

      "Look here," said Bones, loudly. "I don't want any--any--private information, my child----"

      Then realizing from her frown that she did not understand him, he returned to Bomongo.

      "Lord, I will say what is to be said," she remarked, meekly, "for you have a gentle face and I see that your heart is very pure."

      Then she began, and Bones listened with open mouth ... later he was to feel his hair rise and was to utter gurgling protests, for she spoke with primitive simplicity about things that are never spoken about at all. He tried to check her, but she was not to be checked.

      "Goodness, gracious heavens!" gasped Bones.

      She told him of what women think of men, and of what men _think_ women think of them, and there was a remarkable discrepancy if she spoke the truth. He asked her if she was married.

      "Lord," she said at last, eyeing him thoughtfully, "it is written that I shall marry one who is greater than chiefs."

      "I'll bet you will, too," thought Bones, sweating.

      At parting she took his hand and pressed it to her cheek.

      "Lord," she said, softly, "to-morrow when the sun is nearly down, I will come again and tell you more...."

      Bones left before daybreak, having all the material he wanted for his book and more.

      He took his time descending the river, calling at sundry places.

      At Ikan he tied up the _Zaire_ for the night, and whilst his men were carrying the wood aboard, he settled himself to put down the gist of his discoveries. In the midst of his labours came Abiboo.

      "Lord," said he, "there has just come by a fast canoe the woman who spoke with you last night."

      "Jumping Moses!" said Bones, turning pale, "say to this woman that I am gone----"

      But the woman came round the corner of the deck-house, shyly, yet with a certain confidence.

      "Lord," she said, "behold I am here, your poor slave; there are wonderful things about women which I have not told you----"

      "O, D'riti!" said Bones in despair, "I know all things, and it is not lawful that you should follow me so far from your home lest evil be said of you."

      He sent her to the hut of the chief's wife--M'lini-fo-bini of Ikan--with instructions that she was to be returned to her home on the following morning. Then he went back to his work, but found it strangely distasteful. He left nothing to chance the next day.

      With the dawn he slipped down the river at full speed, never so much as halting till day began to fail, and he was a short day's journey from headquarters.

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