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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 180 pages of information about The Wizard.

“Hear me yet a little while, for soon shall my voice be silent.  ’I come not to bring peace, but a sword,’—­so said the Master Whom I preach, and so say I, the most unworthy of His servants.  Salvation cannot be bought at a little price; it must be paid for by the blood and griefs of men, and in blood and griefs must you pay, O my children.  Through much tribulation must you also enter the kingdom of God.  Even now the heathen is at your gates, and many of you shall perish on his spears, but I tell you that he shall not conquer.  Be faithful, cling to the Cross, and do not dare to doubt your Lord, for He will be your Captain and you shall be His people.  Cleave to your king, for he is good; and in the day of trial listen to the counsel of this Hokosa who once was the first of evil-doers, for with him goes my spirit, and he is my son in the spirit.

“My children, fare you well!  Forget me not, for I have loved you; or if you will, forget me, but remember my teaching and hearken to those who shall tread upon the path I made.  The peace of God be with you, the blessing of God be upon you, and the salvation of God await you, as it awaits me to-night!  Friends, lead me hence to die.”

They turned to him, but before their hands touched him Thomas Owen fell forward upon the breast of Hokosa and lay there a while.  Then suddenly, for the last time, he lifted himself and cried aloud:—­

“I have fought a good fight!  I have finished my course!  I have kept the faith!  Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness . . . and not to me only, but to all those who love His appearing.”

Then his head fell back, his dark eyes closed, and the Messenger was dead.

Hokosa, the man who had murdered him, having lifted him up to show him to the people, amidst a sound of mighty weeping, took the body in his arms and bore it thence to make it ready for burial.

CHAPTER XIX

THE FALL OF THE GREAT PLACE

On the morrow at sundown all that remained of Thomas Owen was laid to rest before the altar of the little church, Nodwengo the king and Hokosa lowering him into the grave, while John, his first disciple, read over him the burial service of the Christians, which it had been one of the dead man’s last labours to translate into the language of the Amasuka.

Before the ceremony was finished, a soldier, carrying a spear in his hand, pushed his way through the dense and weeping crowd, and having saluted, whispered something into the ear of the king.  Nodwengo started, and, with a last look of farewell at the face of his friend, left the chapel, accompanied by some of his generals who were present, muttering to Hokosa that he was to follow when all was done.  Accordingly, some few minutes later, he went and was admitted into the Council Hut, where captains and messengers were to be seen arriving and departing continuously.

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