Certainly none of these Mazitu will go, since they fear lest they should find a permanent peace--inside of the Pongo.

Well, you are a blood-brother to Bausi and can offer to play the part of Envoy Extraordinary, with us as the members of your staff." "I have already thought of it, Allan," he replied, stroking his long beard.
We sat down among a few of the leading councillors, and presently Bausi came out of his hut accompanied by Brother John, and having greeted us, ordered the Pongo envoys to be admitted.

They were led in at once, tall, light-coloured men with regular and Semitic features, who were clothed in white linen like Arabs, and wore circles of gold or copper upon their necks and wrists.
In short, they were imposing persons, quite different from ordinary Central African natives, though there was something about their appearance which chilled and repelled me.

I should add that their spears had been left outside, and that they saluted the king by folding their arms upon their breasts and bowing in a dignified fashion.
"Who are you ?" asked Bausi, "and what do you want ?" "I am Komba," answered their spokesman, quite a young man with flashing eyes, "the Accepted-of-the-Gods, who, in a day to come that perhaps is near, will be the Kalubi of the Pongo people, and these are my servants.
I have come here bearing gifts of friendship which are without, by the desire of the holy Motombo, the High Priest of the gods----" "I thought that the Kalubi was the priest of your gods," interrupted Bausi.
"Not so.

The Kalubi is the King of the Pongo as you are the King of the Mazitu.