The kirangozi would not show the way, nor would any man lift a load.

A great confusion ensued.

I knew they were telling lies, and would not enter the village, but shot the cows when they arrived, for the villagers to eat, to show them I cared for nothing but making headway, and remained out in the open all night.

Next morning, sure enough, before we could get under way, M'yonga sent his prime minister to say that the king's sisters and other members of his family had been crying and tormenting him all night for having let me off so cheaply--they had got nothing to cover their nakedness, and I must pay something more.

This provoked fresh squabbles.
The drums had beaten and the tax was settled; I could not pay more.