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The Last Stand of the Greys

           Aswedrewnear,Twala,forthefirsttime,liftedhisplumedhead,andfixedhisoneeye,whichseemedtoflashwithsuppressedfuryalmostasbrightlyasthegreatdiamondboundroundhisforehead,uponhissuccessfulrivalIgnosi. 

           "Hail,Oking!"hesaid,withbittermockery; "thouwhohasteatenofmybread,andnowbytheaidofthewhiteman’smagichastseducedmyregimentsanddefeatedminearmy,hail! Whatfatehastthouinstoreforme,Oking?" 

           "Thefatethougavesttomyfather,whosethronethouhastsatonthesemanyyears!"wasthesternanswer. 

           "Itisgood.Iwillshowtheehowtodie,thatthoumayestrememberitagainstthineowntime. See,thesunsinksinblood,"andhepointedwithhisbattle-axetowardsthesettingorb; "itiswellthatmysunshouldgodowninitscompany. Andnow,Oking!Iamreadytodie,butIcravetheboonoftheKukuanaroyalHousetodiefighting. Thoucanstrefuseit,oreventhosecowardswhofledtodaywillholdtheeshamed." 

           "Itisgranted.Choosewithwhomwiltthoufight? MyselfIcannotfightwiththee,forthekingfightsnotexceptinwar." 

           Twala’ssombreeyeranupanddownourranks,andIfelt,asforamomentitrestedonmyself,thatthepositionhaddevelopedanewhorror. Whatifhechosetobeginbyfightingme? WhatchanceshouldIhaveagainstadesperatesavagesixfeetfivehigh,andbroadinproportion? Imightaswellcommitsuicideatonce. HastilyImadeupmymindtodeclinethecombat,evenifIwerehootedoutofKukuanalandasaconsequence. 

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