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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VIII (1915)

Babemba instanced the wonders of the shining shield that showed pictures.
"Pooh!" said Imbozwi, "does not calm water or polished iron show pictures?"
"But this shield will make fire," said Babemba. "The white lords say it can burn a man up."
"Then let it burn me up," replied Imbozwi with ineffable contempt, "and I will believe that these white men are magicians worthy to be kept alive, and not common slave-traders such as we have often heard of."
"Burn him, white lords, and show him that I am right," exclaimed the exasperated Babemba, after which they fell to wrangling.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VIII (1915)

Here I see myself walking towards myself. There can be no mistake, for one eye is gone in my other self."
"Advance, O Babemba," cried the doctor who had tried to drink all the coffee, "and see what happens. Keep your spear ready, and if your witch-self attempts to harm you, kill it."
Thus encouraged, Babemba lifted his spear and dropped it again in a great hurry.
"That won't do, fool of a doctor," he shouted back. "My other self lifts a spear also, and what is more all of you who should be behind are in front of me. The holy drink has made me drunk; I am bewitched. Save me!"
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter VIII (1915)

At any rate, about thirty seconds later the top-knot was burning like a beautiful torch.
"Ow!" said the Kaffirs who were watching.
"My Aunt!" exclaimed Stephen.
"Look, look!" shouted Babemba in tones of delight. "Now will you believe, O blown-out bladder of a man, that there are greater magicians than yourself in the world?"
"What is the matter, son of a dog, that you make a mock of me?" screeched the infuriated Imbozwi, who alone was unaware of anything unusual.
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