pakeno!â he stammered. âSita!â He jerked his arm at the witch doctor. His voice took on a quality of hushed awe as he repeated, âMalem! Malem ma pakeno saba!â
The witch doctor hobbled closer, his eyes narrowing at first, then widening as he caught sight of Ann. The warriors on both sides stood enthralled, lowering their weapons until the points touched the ground.
âHeâs stood them down,â Englehorn said. âItâs a sign that he wants peace.â
âSabi ma pakeno sati,â creaked the witch doctor.
âWhat now?â Denham asked.
Englehorn sounded nervous: âHe said, âLook at the woman of gold!ââ
âItâs her hair,â Denham said. âBlondes are scarce around here.â
Ann saw Driscoll tense. She knew he was not amused, and she touched his arm.
The kingâs voice rose ecstatically: âKong! Malem ma pakeno! Kong wa bisa! Kow bisa perat pakeno sati saba Kong,â and he turned to the witch doctor as though seeking agreement.
The old sorcerer nodded thoughtfully as Englehorn translated swiftly: âThe woman of gold. Kongâs gift. The golden one will be a bride for Kong.â
âGood Lord!â Denham protested.
The king and the witch doctor advanced on Denham, and the former thrust out his hand in a regal command. âDama!â he said. âTebo malem na hi!â
Englehornâs translation followed like pistol cracks: âStranger! Sell the woman to us!â Ann felt her skin crawl. She dared not speak, dared not ask Denham what their next move should be.
âDia malem!â the king hurried on.
âSix women!â Englehorn said swiftly. âHe will give you six for yours of gold.â
Ann gasped and tried to smile. âHe thinks a lot of me, doesnât he?â
Driscoll gave her a furious warning look that told her to keep silent. To Denham, Driscoll said, âYou got Ann into this! Say the word and Iâll put a slug between his eyes!â
âSteady, Jack!â Denham smiled briefly and with an unhurried gesture called up his two carriers.
âTell him, as politely as you can,â he said to Englehorn, âthat weâd rather not swap. Tell him, I donât know, tell him our religion does not let us sell our women. Itâs a taboo.â
Ann marveled at the way Englehorn put a solemn, almost apologetic note in his firm response to the king: âTida! Nem! Malem ata rota na ni! Rota na ni, ka sala mekat. Pakeno malem take mana.â To Denham, he muttered, âIâve told him our woman is our luck, and we dare not part with her.â
Against that refusal, polite though it had been, the witch doctor cried in fury. âBar-Atu, watu!â he screamed. âTam bisa pare Kong di wana ta!â
Englehorn took a long breath. âBar-Atuâs teaching tells them they cannot lose Kongâs gift.â
âThatâs enough for me,â Denham growled. âTell them again that weâre friends, and that we have to leave. Iâm taking Ann back to the ship.â
âWeâd better all slide out,â Englehorn said. âBefore that smart old witch doctor thinks to send out a war party to get between us and our boats.â
Denham nodded. âFine, but donât leave the old coot so mad, Skipper. Tell him weâll be back tomorrow to make friends and talk things over. Weâll bring gifts for them.â
âDulu!â Englehorn promised the chief and the witch doctor gently. âDulu basa tika ano. Basa ti ki bala. Bala, bala. Dulu hi tego minah.â He motioned unobtrusively as he spoke, and the camera bearer picked up the equipment and retreated. The others were slowly backtracking.
âEn malem?â the chief insisted. âMalem me pakeno?â
âDulu pala malem ma pakeno. Dulu basa tika,â Englehorn said.
âGet going!â Denham ordered briskly to the crew. âBack away. And
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