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A Yellow God: an Idol of Africa by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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If Jeekie see nothing, depend on it there nothing to see."

"Perhaps so, Jeekie, but I wish I could be sure you had seen nothing.
Listen to me; we must get out of this place somehow, or as you say, I
shall go off my chump. It's haunted, Jeekie, its haunted, and I think
that Asika is a devil, not a woman."

"That what priests say, Major, very old devil--part of Bonsa," he
answered, looking at his master anxiously. "Well, don't you fret, Jeekie
not afraid of devils, Jeekie get you out in good time. Go to bed and
leave it all to Jeekie."



Fifteen more days had gone by, and it was the eve of the night of the
second full moon when Alan was destined to become the husband of the
Asika. She had sent for him that morning and he found her radiant with
happiness. Whether or no she believed Jeekie's interpretation of the
visions she had called up, it seemed quite certain that her mind was
void of fears and doubts. She was sure that Alan was about to become her
husband, and had summoned all the people of the Asiki to be present at
the ceremony of their marriage, and incidentally of the death of the
Mungana who, poor wretch, was to be forced to kill himself upon that
occasion.

Before they parted she had spoken to Alan sweetly enough.

"Vernoon," she said, "I know that you do not love me as I love you, but
the love will come, since for your sake I will change myself. I will
grow gentle; I will shed no more blood; that of the Mungana shall be the
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