Chapter 19

Bosambo sat patiently. After a decent interval, he looked round for the spade he had brought. “Tambeli,” he said as he went about his business—a hard business, for the digging of a grave big enough for five men needs much muscular strength—“you were foolish, or you would know that no man of my faith slays his friend and patron. And no man of very high temperament sits in the shadow of death. Oh, Silent Ones, you are very silent now!” He covered up his work and wiped his steaming forehead, standing irresolutely by t…