Yet if any should wish a further proof, let _him_ stand upon the rock, that the magic tube may speak with him." There was a most general and hasty expression of dissent.
"Let not good magic be wasted on our poor bodies," said one; "we are satisfied.

All the witchcraft of our people cannot show the like of this." "It is so," remarked the old gentleman, in a tone of intense relief; "without any doubt it is so.

Listen, children of the Stars, children of the shining Eye and the movable Teeth, who roar out in thunder, and slay from afar.

I am Infadoos, son of Kafa, once king of the Kukuana people.

This youth is Scragga." "He nearly scragged me," murmured Good.
"Scragga, son of Twala, the great king--Twala, husband of a thousand wives, chief and lord paramount of the Kukuanas, keeper of the great Road, terror of his enemies, student of the Black Arts, leader of a hundred thousand warriors, Twala the One-eyed, the Black, the Terrible." "So," said I superciliously, "lead us then to Twala.