THE SECOND TRIAL BY FIRE
When this momentous discussion was finished, as usual Owen preached before the king, expounding the Scriptures and taking for his subject the duty of faith.As he went back to his hut he saw that the snake which John had killed had been set upon a pole in that part of the Great Place which served as a market, and that hundreds of natives were gathered beneath it gesticulating and talking excitedly.
"See the work of Hokosa," he thought to himself."Moses set up a serpent to save the people; yonder wizard sets up one to destroy them."That evening Owen had no heart for his labours, for his mind was heavy at the prospect of the trial which lay before him.Not that he cared for his own life, for of this he scarcely thought; it was the prospects of his cause which troubled him.It seemed much to expect that Heaven again should throw over him the mantle of its especial protection, and yet if it did not do so there was an end of his mission among the People of Fire.Well, he did not seek this trial--he would have avoided it if he could, but it had been thrust upon him, and he was forced to choose between it and the abandonment of the work which he had undertaken with such high hopes and pushed so far toward success.He did not choose the path, it had been pointed out to him to walk upon; and if it ended in a precipice, at least he would have done his best.
As he thought thus John entered the hut, panting.
"What is the matter?" Owen asked.
"Father, the people saw and pursued me because of the death of that accursed snake.Had I not run fast and escaped them, I think they would have killed me.""At least you have escaped, John; so be comforted and return thanks.""Father," said the man presently, "I know that you are great, and can do many wonderful things, but have you in truth power over lightning?""Why do you ask?"
"Because a great tempest is brewing, and if you have not we shall certainly be killed when we stand yonder on the Place of Fire.""John," he said, "I cannot speak to the lightning in a voice which it can hear.I cannot say to it 'go yonder,' or 'come hither,' but He Who made it can do so.Why do you tempt me with your doubts? Have I not told you the story of Elijah the prophet and the priests of Baal? Did Elijah's Master forsake him, and shall He forsake us? Also this is certain, that all the medicine of Hokosa and his wizards will not turn a lightning flash by the breadth of a single hair.God alone can turn it, and for the sake of His cause among these people I believe that He will do so."Thus Owen spoke on till, in reproving the weakness of another, he felt his own faith come back to him and, remembering the past and how he had been preserved in it, the doubt and trouble went out of his mind to return no more.
The third day--the day of trial--came.For sixty hours or more the heat of the weather had been intense; indeed, during all that time the thermometer in Owen's hut, notwithstanding the protection of a thick hatch, had shown the temperature to vary between a maximum of 113 and a minimum of 101 degrees.Now, in the early morning, it stood at 108.
"Will the storm break to-day?" asked Owen of Nodwengo, who came to visit him.
"They say so, Messenger, and I think it by the feel of the air.If so, it will be a very great storm, for the heaven is full of fire.Already Hokosa and the doctors are at their rites upon the plain yonder, but there will be no need to join them till two hours after midday.""Is the cross ready?" asked Owen.
"Yes, and set up.It is a heavy cross; six men could scarcely carry it.Oh! Messenger, I am not afraid--and yet, have you no medicine? If not, I fear that the lightning will fall upon the cross as it fell upon the pole and then----""Listen, Nodwengo," said Owen, "I know a medicine, but I will not use it.You see that waggon chain? Were one end of it buried in the ground and the other with a spear blade made fast to it hung to the top of the cross, we could live out the fiercest storm in safety.But I say that I will not use it.Are we witch doctors that we should take refuge in tricks? No, let faith be our shield, and if it fail us, then let us die.Pray now with me that it may not fail us."*****
It was afternoon.All round the Field of Fire were gathered thousands upon thousands of the people of the Amasuka.The news of this duel between the God of the white man and their god had travelled far and wide, and even the very aged who could scarcely crawl and the little ones who must be carried were collected there to see the issue.Nor had they need to fear disappointment, for already the sky was half hidden by dense thunder-clouds piled ridge on ridge, and the hush of the coming tempest lay upon the earth.Round about the meteor stone which they called a god, each of them stirring a little gourd of medicine that was placed upon the ground before him, but uttering no word, were gathered Hokosa and his followers to the number of twenty.
They were all of them arrayed in their snakeskin dresses and other wizard finery.Also each man held in his hand a wand fashioned from a human thigh-bone.In front of the stone burned a little fire, which now and again Hokosa fed with aromatic leaves, at the same time pouring medicine from his bowl upon the holy stone.Opposite the symbol of the god, but at a good distance from it, a great cross of white wood was set up in the rock by a spot which the witch-doctors themselves had chosen.Upon the banks of the stream, in the place apart, were the king, his councillors and the regiment on guard, and with them Owen, the Prince Nodwengo and John.
