“Get thee behind me, Satan,” I muttered to myself, and was about to give Hans a piece of my mind when I recollected that the poor fellow had his own way of looking at things and could not be blamed.  Also, as he said, he loved me, and only suggested what he thought would tend to my joy and safety.  How could I suppose that he would be interested in the success of a diplomatic mission to Dingaan, or think anything about it except that it was a risky business?  So I only said: 

“Hans, if you are afraid, you had better stop behind.  I can easily find another after-rider.”

“Is the baas angry with me that he should speak so?” asked the Hottentot.  “Have I not always been true to him; and if I should be killed, what does it matter?  Have I not said that I do not think about to-morrow, and we must all go to sleep sometime?  No; unless the baas beats me back, I shall come with him.  But, baas”—­this in a wheedling tone—­“you might give me some brandy to drink your health in to-night.  It is very good to get drunk when one has to be sober, and perhaps dead, for a long time afterwards.  It would be nice to remember when one is a spook, or an angel with white wings, such as the old baas, your father, used to tell us about in school on the Sabbath.”

At this point, finding Hans hopeless, I got up and walked away, leaving him to finish our preparations.

That evening there was a prayer-meeting in the camp, for although no pastor was present, one of the Boer elders took his place and offered up supplications which, if simple and even absurd in their wording, at least were hearty enough.  Amongst other requests, I remember that he petitioned for the safety of those who were to go on the mission to Dingaan and of those who were to remain behind.  Alas! those prayers were not heard, for it pleased the Power to Whom they were addressed to decree otherwise.

After this meeting, in which I took an earnest share, Retief who just before it began had ridden in from Doornkop, whither he had been to visit his wife, held a kind of council, whereat the names of those who had volunteered or been ordered to accompany him, were finally taken down.  At this council there was a good deal of discussion, since many of the Boers did not think the expedition wise—­at any rate, if it was to be carried out on so large a scale.  One of them, I forget which, an old man, pointed out that it might look like a war party, and that it would be wiser if only five or six went, as they had done before, since then there could be no mistake as to the peaceful nature of their intentions.

Retief himself combated this view, and at last turned suddenly to me, who was listening near by, and said: 

“Allan Quatermain, you are young, but you have a good judgment; also, you are one of the very few who know Dingaan and can speak his language.  Tell us now, what do you think?”

Thus adjured, I answered, perhaps moved thereto more than I thought by Hans’s talk, that I, too, considered the thing dangerous, and that someone whose life was less valuable than the commandant’s should go in command.