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Black　Heart　and　White　Heart



by　H。　Rider　Haggard









DEDICATION



To　the　Memory　of　the　Child



Nada　Burnham；



　　who　〃bound　all　to　her〃　and；　while　her　father　cut　his　way　through

　　the　hordes　of　the　Ingobo　Regiment；　perished　of　the　hardships　of

　　war　at　Buluwayo　on　19th　May；　1896；　I　dedicate　these　talesand

　　more　particularly　the　last；　that　of　a　Faith　which　triumphed　over

　　savagery　and　death。



H。　Rider　Haggard。



　　Ditchingham。









AUTHOR'S　NOTE



　　Of　the　three　stories　that　comprise　this　volume；　one；　〃The

　　Wizard；〃　a　tale　of　victorious　faith；　first　appeared　some　years　ago

　　as　a　Christmas　Annual。　Another；　〃Elissa；〃　is　an　attempt；　difficult

　　enough　owing　to　the　scantiness　of　the　material　left　to　us　by　time；

　　to　recreate　the　life　of　the　ancient　Ph？nician　Zimbabwe；　whose

　　ruins　still　stand　in　Rhodesia；　and；　with　the　addition　of　the

　　necessary　love　story；　to　suggest　circumstances　such　as　might　have

　　brought　about　or　accompanied　its　fall　at　the　hands　of　the

　　surrounding　savage　tribes。　The　third；　〃Black　Heart　and　White

　　Heart；〃　is　a　story　of　the　courtship；　trials　and　final　union　of　a

　　pair　of　Zulu　lovers　in　the　time　of　King　Cetywayo。









BLACK　HEART　AND　WHITE　HEART



A　ZULU　IDYLL







CHAPTER　I



PHILIP　HADDEN　AND　KING　CETYWAYO



At　the　date　of　our　introduction　to　him；　Philip　Hadden　was　a　transport…

rider　and　trader　in　〃the　Zulu。〃　Still　on　the　right　side　of　forty；　in

appearance　he　was　singularly　handsome；　tall；　dark；　upright；　with　keen

eyes；　short…pointed　beard；　curling　hair　and　clear…cut　features。　His

life　had　been　varied；　and　there　were　passages　in　it　which　he　did　not

narrate　even　to　his　most　intimate　friends。　He　was　of　gentle　birth；

however；　and　it　was　said　that　he　had　received　a　public　school　and

university　education　in　England。　At　any　rate　he　could　quote　the

classics　with　aptitude　on　occasion；　an　accomplishment　which；　coupled

with　his　refined　voice　and　a　bearing　not　altogether　common　in　the　wild

places　of　the　world；　had　earned　for　him　among　his　rough　companions　the

/soubriquet/　of　〃The　Prince。〃



However　these　things　may　have　been；　it　is　certain　that　he　had

emigrated　to　Natal　under　a　cloud；　and　equally　certain　that　his

relatives　at　home　were　content　to　take　no　further　interest　in　his

fortunes。　During　the　fifteen　or　sixteen　years　which　he　had　spent　in　or

about　the　colony；　Hadden　followed　many　trades；　and　did　no　good　at　any

of　them。　A　clever　man；　of　agreeable　and　prepossessing　manner；　he

always　found　it　easy　to　form　friendships　and　to　secure　a　fresh　start

in　life。　But；　by　degrees；　the　friends　were　seized　with　a　vague

distrust　of　him；　and；　after　a　period　of　more　or　less　application；　he

himself　would　close　the　opening　that　he　had　made　by　a　sudden

disappearance　from　the　locality；　leaving　behind　him　a　doubtful

reputation　and　some　bad　debts。



Before　the　beginning　of　this　story　of　the　most　remarkable　episodes　in

his　life；　Philip　Hadden　was　engaged　for　several　years　in　transport…

ridingthat　is；　in　carrying　goods　on　ox　waggons　from　Durban　or

Maritzburg　to　various　points　in　the　interior。　A　difficulty　such　as　had

more　than　once　confronted　him　in　the　course　of　his　career；　led　to　his

temporary　abandonment　of　this　means　of　earning　a　livelihood。　On

arriving　at　the　little　frontier　town　of　Utrecht　in　the　Transvaal；　in

charge　of　two　waggon　loads　of　mixed　goods　consigned　to　a　storekeeper

there；　it　was　discovered　that　out　of　six　cases　of　brandy　five　were

missing　from　his　waggon。　Hadden　explained　the　matter　by　throwing　the

blame　upon　his　Kaffir　〃boys；〃　but　the　storekeeper；　a　rough…tongued

man；　openly　called　him　a　thief　and　refused　to　pay　the　freight　on　any

of　the　load。　From　words　the　two　men　came　to　blows；　knives　were　drawn；

and　before　anybody　could　interfere　the　storekeeper　received　a　nasty

wound　in　his　side。　That　night；　without　waiting　till　the　matter　could

be　inquired　into　by　the　landdrost　or　magistrate；　Hadden　slipped　away；

and　trekked　back　into　Natal　as　quickly　as　his　oxen　would　travel。

Feeling　that　even　here　he　was　not　safe；　he　left　one　of　his　waggons　at

Newcastle；　loaded　up　the　other　with　Kaffir　goodssuch　as　blankets；

calico；　and　hardwareand　crossed　into　Zululand；　where　in　those　days

no　sheriff's　officer　would　be　likely　to　follow　him。



Being　well　acquainted　with　the　language　and　customs　of　the　natives；　he

did　good　trade　with　them；　and　soon　found　himself　possessed　of　some

cash　and　a　small　herd　of　cattle；　which　he　received　in　exchange　for　his

wares。　Meanwhile　news　reached　him　that　the　man　whom　he　had　injured

still　vowed　vengeance　against　him；　and　was　in　communication　with　the

authorities　in　Natal。　These　reasons　making　his　return　to　civilisation

undesirable　for　the　moment；　and　further　business　being　impossible

until　he　could　receive　a　fresh　supply　of　trade　stuff；　Hadden　like　a

wise　man　turned　his　thoughts　to　pleasure。　Sending　his　cattle　and

waggon　over　the　border　to　be　left　in　charge　of　a　native　headman　with

whom　he　was　friendly；　he　went　on　foot　to　Ulundi　to　obtain　permission

from　the　king；　Cetywayo；　to　hunt　game　in　his　country。　Somewhat　to　his

surprise；　the　Indunas　or　headmen；　received　him　courteouslyfor

Hadden's　visit　took　place　within　a　few　months　of　the　outbreak　of　the

Zulu　war　in　1878；　when　Cetywayo　was　already　showing　unfriendliness　to

the　English　traders　and　others；　though　why　the　king　did　so　they　knew

not。



On　the　occasion　of　his　first　and　last　interview　with　Cetywayo；　Hadden

got　a　hint　of　the　reason。　It　happened　thus。　On　the　second　morning

after　his　arrival　at　the　royal　kraal；　a　messenger　came　to　inform　him

that　〃the　Elephant　whose　tread　shook　the　earth〃　had　signified　that　it

was　his　pleasure　to　see　him。　Accordingly　he　was　led　through　the

thousands　of　huts　and　across　the　Great　Place　to　the　little　enclosure

where　Cetywayo；　a　royal…looking　Zulu　seated　on　a　stool；　and　wearing　a

kaross　of　leopard　skins；　was　holding　an　/indaba/；　or　conference；

surrounded　by　his　counsellors。　The　Induna　who　had　conducted　him　to　the

august　presence　went　down　upon　his　hands　and　knees；　and；　uttering　the

royal　salute　of　/Bayéte/；　crawled　forward　to　announce　that　the　white

man　was　waiting。



〃Let　him　wait；〃　said　the　king　angrily；　and；　turning；　he　continued　the

discussion　with　his　counsellors。



Now；　as　has　been　said；　Hadden　thoroughly　understood　Zulu；　and；　when

from　time　to　time　the　king　raised　his　voice；　some　of　the　words　he

spoke　reached　his　ear。



〃What！〃　Cetywayo　said；　to　a　wizened　and　aged　man　who　seemed　to　be

pleading　with　him　earnestly；　〃am　I　a　dog　that　these　white　hyenas

should　hunt　me　thus？　Is　not　the　land　mine；　and　was　it　not　my　father's

before　me？　Are　not　the　people　mine　to　save　or　to　slay？　I　tell　you　that

I　will　stamp　out　these　little　white　men；　my　/impis/　shall　eat　them　up。

I　have　said！〃



Again　the　withered　aged　man　interposed；　evidently　in　the　character　of

a　peacemaker。　Hadden　could　not　hear　his　talk；　but　he　rose　and　pointed

towards　the　sea；　while　from　his　expressive　gestures　and　sorrowful

mien；　he　seemed　to　be　prophesying　disaster　should　a　certain　course　of

action　be　followed。



For　a　while　the　king　listened　to　him；　then　he　sprang　from　his　seat；

his　eyes　literally　ablaze　with　rage。



〃Hearken；〃　he　cried　to　the　counsellor；　〃I　have　guessed　it　for　long；

and　now　I　am　sure　of　it。　You　are　a　traitor。　You　are　Sompseu's＇*＇　dog；

and　the　dog　of　the　Natal　Government；　and　I　will　not　keep　another　man's

dog　to　bite　me　in　my　own　house。　Take　him　away！〃



＇*＇　Sir　Theophilus　Shepstone's。



A　slight　involuntary　murmur　rose　from　the　ring　of　/indunas/；　but　the

old　man　never　flinched；　not　even　when　the　soldiers；　who　presently

would　murder　him；　came　and　seized　him　roughly。　For　a　few　seconds；

perhaps　five；　he　covered　his　face　with　the　corner　of　the　kaross　he

wore；　then　he　looked　up　and　spoke　to　the　king　in　a　clear　voice。



〃O　King；〃　he　said；　〃I　am　a　very　old　man；　as　a　youth　I　served　under

Chaka　the　Lion；　and　I　heard　his　dying　prophecy　of　the　coming　of　the

white　man。　Then　the　white　men　came；　and　I　fought　for　Dingaan　at　the

battle　of　the　Blood　River。　They　slew　Dingaan；　and　for　many　years　I　was

the　counsellor　of　Panda；　your　father。　I　stood　by　you；　O　King；　at　the

battle　of　the　Tugela；　when　its　grey　waters　were　turned　to　red　with　the

blood　of　Umbulazi　your　brother；　and　of　the　tens　of　thousands　of　his

people。　Afterwards　I　became　your　counsellor；　O　King；　and　I　was　with

you　when　Sompseu　set　the　crown　upon　your　head　and　you　made　promises　to

Sompseupromises　that　you　have　not　kept。　Now　you　are　weary　of　me；　and

it　is　well；　for　I　am　very　old；　and　doubtless　my　talk　is　foolish；　as　it

chances　to　the　old。　Yet　I　think　that　the　prophecy　of　Chaka；　your

great…uncle；　will　come　true；　and　that　the　white　men　will　prevail

against　you　and　that　through　them　you　shall　find　your　death。　I　would

that　I　might　have　stood　in　one　more　battle　and　fought　for　you；　O　King；

since　fight　you　will；　but　the　end　which　you　choose　is　for　me　the　best

end。　Sleep　in　peace；　O　King；　and　farewell。　/Bayéte！/〃＇*＇



＇*＇　The　royal　salute　of　the　Zulus。



For　a　space　there　was　silence；　a　silence　of　expectation　while　men

waited　to　hear　the　tyrant　reverse　his　judgment。　But　it　did　not　please

him　to　be　merciful；　or　the　needs　of　policy　outweighed　his　pity。



〃Take　him　away；〃　he　repeated。　Then；　with　a　slow　smile　on　his　face　and

one　word；　〃Good…night；〃　upon　his　lips；　supported　by　the　arm　of　a

soldier；　the　old　warrior　and　statesman　shuffled　forth　to　the　place　of

death。



Hadden　watched　and　listened　in　amazement　not　unmixed　with　fear。　〃If　he

treats　his　own　servants　like　this；　what　will　happen　to　me？〃　he

reflected。　〃We　English　must　have　fallen　out　of　favour　since　I　left

Natal。　I　wonder　whether　he　means　to　make　war　on　us　or　what？　If　so；

this　isn't　my　place。〃



Just　then　the　king；　who　had　been　gazing　moodily　at　the　ground；　chanced

to　look　up。　〃Bring　the　stranger　he