The Black Kendah had left it just as it stood， except for a pile of corpses which lay around and over the altar in the market-place， where the three poor camelmen were sacrificed to Jana， doubtless those of wounded men who had died during or after the retreat. The doors of the houses stood open， many domestic articles， such as great jars resembling that which had been set over the head of the dead man whom we were commanded to restore life， and other furniture lay about because they could not be carried away. So did a great quantity of spears and various weapons of war， whose owners being killed would never want them again. Except a few starved dogs and jackals no living creature remained in the town. It was in its own way as waste and even more impressive than the graveyard of elephants by the lonely lake.
"The curse of the Child worked well，" said Har？t to me grimly. "First， the storm； the hunger； then the battle； and now the misery of flight and ruin.""It seems so，" I answered. "Yet that curse， like others， came back to roost， for if Jana is dead and his people fled， where are the Child and many of its people？ What will you do without your god， Har？t？""Repent us of our sins and wait till the Heavens send us another， as doubtless they will in their own season，" he replied very sadly.
I wonder whether they ever did and， if so， what form that new divinity put on.
I slept， or rather did not sleep， that night in the same guest-house in which Mar？t and I had been imprisoned during our dreadful days of fear， reconstructing in my mind every event connected with them. Once more I saw the fires of sacrifice flaring upon the altar and heard the roar of the dancing hail that proclaimed the ruin of the Black Kendah as loudly as the trumpet of a destroying angel. Very glad was I when the morning came at length and， having looked my last upon Simba Town， I crossed the moats and set out homewards through the forest whereof the stripped boughs also spoke of death， though in the spring these would grow green again.
Ten days later we started from the Holy Mount， a caravan of about a hundred camels， of which fifty were laden with the ivory and the rest ridden by our escort under the command of Har？t and our three selves.
But there was an evil fate upon this ivory， as on everything else that had to do with Jana. Some weeks later in the desert a great sandstorm overtook us in which we barely escaped with our lives. At the height of the storm the ivory-laden camels broke loose， flying before it.
Probably they fell and were buried beneath the sand； at any rate of the fifty we only recovered ten.
Ragnall wished to pay me the value of the remaining loads， which ran into thousands of pounds， but I would not take the money， saying it was outside our bargain. Sometimes since then I have thought that Iwas foolish， especially when on glancing at that codicil to his will in after days， the same which he had given me before the battle， Ifound that he had set me down for a legacy of ā10，000. But in such matters every man must follow his own instinct.
The White Kendah， an unemotional people especially now when they were mourning for their lost god and their dead， watched us go without any demonstration of affection， or even of farewell. Only those priestesses who had attended upon the person of Lady Ragnall while she played a divine part among them wept when they parted from her， and uttered prayers that they might meet her again "in the presence of the Child."The pass through the great mountains proved hard to climb， as the foothold for the camels was bad. But we managed it at last， most of the way on foot， pausing a little while on their crest to look our last for ever at the land which we had left， where the Mount of the Child was still dimly visible. Then we descended their farther slope and entered the northern desert.
Day after day and week after week we travelled across that endless desert by a way known to Har？t on which water could be found， the only living things in all its vastness， meeting with no accidents save that of the sandstorm in which the ivory was lost. I was much alone during that time， since Har？t spoke little and Ragnall and his wife were wrapped up in each other.
At length， months later， we struck a little port on the Red Sea， of which I forget the Arab name， a place as hot as the infernal regions.
Shortly afterwards， by great good luck， two trading vessels put in for water， one bound for Aden， in which I embarked en route for Natal， and the other for the port of Suez， whence Ragnall and his wife could travel overland to Alexandria.
Our parting was so hurried at the last， as is often the way after long fellowship， that beyond mutual thanks and good wishes we said little to one another. I can see them now standing with their arms about each other watching me disappear. Concerning their future there is so much to tell that of it I shall say nothing； at any rate here and now， except that Lady Ragnall was right. We did not part for the last time.
As I shook old Har？t's hand in farewell he told me that he was going on to Egypt， and I asked him why.
"Perchance to look for another god， Lord Macumazana，" he answered gravely， "whom now there is no Jana to destroy. We may speak of that matter if we should meet again."Such are some of the things that I remember about this journey， but to tell truth I paid little attention to them and many others.
For oh！ my heart was sore because of Hans.
