"Yes, there is the kraal of the Great People," said Otter again, "and
it is a strong kraal. See, Baas, they know how to defend themselves. The
mountain is behind them that none can climb, and all around their walls
the river runs, joining itself together again on the plain beyond. It
would go ill with the 'impi' which tried to take that kraal."

For a while they all stood still and stared amazed. It seemed strange
that they should have reached this fabled city; and now that they
were there, how would they be received within its walls? This was the
question which each one of them was asking of himself. There was but one
way to find out--they must go and see; no retreat was now possible.
Even the Settlement people felt this. "Better to die at the hands of
the Great Men," said one of them aloud, "than to perish miserably in the
mist and cold."

"Be of good cheer," Leonard answered; "you are not yet dead. The sun
shines once more. It is a happy omen."

When they had rested and dried their clothes they marched on with
a certain sense of relief. There before them was the goal they had
travelled so far to win; soon they would know the worst that could
befall, and anything was better than this long suspense.

By midday they had covered about fifteen miles of ground, and could now
see the city clearly. It was a great town, surrounded by a Cyclopean
wall of boulders, about which the river ran on every side, forming a
natural moat. The buildings within the wall seemed to be arranged in
streets, and to be build on a plan similar to that of the house in
which they had slept two nights before, the vast conglomeration of