The Keepers of the Kings Peace

The Keepers of the King's Peace
by Edgar Wallace
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Title: The Keepers of the King's Peace Author: Edgar Wallace

TO PAT (P. M. C. W.)
CHAPTER I
BONES, SANDERS AND ANOTHER

TO Isongo, which stands upon the tributary of that name, came a
woman of the Isisi who had lost her husband through a providential tree
falling upon him. I say "providential," for it was notorious that he was
an evil man, a drinker of beer and a favourite of many bad persons.
Also he made magic in the forest, and was reputedly the familiar of
Bashunbi the devil brother of M'shimba--M'shamba. He beat his wives,
and once had set fire to his house from sheer wickedness. So that when
he was borne back to the village on a grass bier and the women of his
house decked themselves with green leaves and arm in arm staggered
and stamped through the village street in their death dance, there was a
suspicion of hilarity in their song, and a more cheery step in their dance
than the occasion called for.
An old man named D'wiri, who knew every step of every dance, saw
this and said in his stern way that it was shameless. But he was old and
was, moreover, in fear for the decorum of his own obsequies if these
outrageous departures from custom were approved or allowed to pass
without reprimand.
When M'lama, the wife of G'mami, had seen her lord depart in the
canoe for burial in the middle island and had wailed her conventional
grief, she washed the dust from her body at the river's edge and went
back to her hut. And all that was grief for the dead man was washed
away with the dust of mourning.
Many moons came out of the sky, were wasted and died before the
woman M'lama showed signs of her gifts. It is said that they appeared
one night after a great storm wherein lightning played such strange
tricks upon the river that even the old man D'wiri could not remember
parallel instances.
In the night tHe wife of a hunter named E'sani--Osoni brought a dying
child into the hut of the widow. He had been choked by a fish--bone
and was in extremis when M'lama put her hand upon his head and
straightway the bone flew from his mouth, "and there was a cry terrible
to hear-- such a cry as a leopard makes when he is pursued by ghosts."
A week later a baby girl fell into a terrible fit and M'lama had laid her

hand upon it and behold! it slept from that moment.
Ahmet, chief of the Government spies, heard of these happenings and
came a three days' journey by river to Isongo.
"What are these stories of miracles?" he asked.
"Capita," said the chief, using the term of regard which is employed in
the Belgian Congo, "this woman M'lama is a true witch and has great
gifts, for she raises the dead by the touch of her hand. This I have seen.
Also it is said that when U'gomi, the woodcutter, made a fault, cutting
his foot in two, this woman healed him marvellously."
"I will see this M'lama," said Ahmet importantly.
He found her in her hut tossing four bones idly. These were the shanks
of goats, and each time they fell differently.
"O Ahmet," she said, when he entered, "you have a wife who is sick,
also a first--born boy who does not speak though he is more than six
seasons old."
Ahmet squatted down by her side.
"Woman," said he, "tell me something that is not the talk of river and I
will believe your magic."
"To--morrow your master, the lord Sandi, will send you a book which
will give you happiness," she said.
"Every day my lord sends me a book," retorted the sceptical Ahmet,
"and each brings