For though you are old you must die at last, Motombo." "It is true," said the Motombo.

"Did I not tell you that he was full of cunning?
All the gods will be avenged upon those who kill ambassadors or their servants.

That"-- here he laughed again in his dreadful way--"is the rights of the gods alone.

Let the gods of the Pongo settle it." I uttered a sigh of relief, and he went on in a new voice, a dull, business-like voice if I may so describe it: "Say, O Kalubi, on what matter have you brought these white men to speak with me, the Mouth of the god?
Did I dream that it was a matter of a treaty with the King of the Mazitu?
Rise and speak." So the Kalubi rose and with a humble air set out briefly and clearly the reason of our visit to Pongo-land as the envoys of Bausi and the heads of the treaty that had been arranged subject to the approval of the Motombo and Bausi.

We noted that the affair did not seem to interest the Motombo at all.