A little later the Majestic Komba appeared.
After many compliments and inquiries as to our general health, he asked whether we were ready to start on our visit to the Motombo who, he added, was expecting us with much eagerness.

I inquired how he knew that, since we had only arranged to call on him late on the previous night, and I understood that he lived a day's journey away.

But Komba put the matter by with a smile and a wave of his hand.
So in due course off we went, taking with us all our baggage, which now that it had been lightened by the delivery of the presents, was of no great weight.
Five minutes' walk along the wide, main street led us to the northern gate of Rica Town.

Here we found the Kalubi himself with an escort of thirty men armed with spears; I noted that unlike the Mazitu they had no bows and arrows.

He announced in a loud voice that he proposed to do us the special honour of conducting us to the sanctuary of the Holy One, by which we understood him to mean the Motombo.