Elephant Song

The panic was building up in him.

After another hour he was pleading.  Please, Pirri, I will give you.

anything you ask.  Please show yourself.  Pirri laughed.  His laughter floated through the trees and Chetti Singh sprang to his feet and plunged off the faint track.  He stumbled towards where he thought he had heard the laughter.  Pirri!  he begged.  Please come to me.  But the laughter came from a new direction.  Chetti Singh ran towards it.

After a while he stopped, and looked about him wildly.  He was streaming sweat and panting.  Laughter, mocking and faint, trembled in the humid air.  Chetti Singh turned around and staggered after it.  it was like chasing a butterfly or a puff of smoke.  The sound flitted and flirted through the trees, first from one direction, then the other.

Chetti Singh was weeping now.  His turban had come loose and hooked on a branch and he did not stop to retrieve it.  His hair and beard tumbled down, streaming down his chest and flying out behind him.  His hair was soaked with sweat.

He fell and dragged himself up and ran on, his clothing stained with mud and leaf mould.  He screamed his terror to the trees, and the laughter became fainter and fainter, until at last he heard it no more.

Chetti Singh fell on his knees and held up his hand in supplication.

Please, he whispered, with tears streaming down his face.  Please don't leave me alone here.

And the forest was silent with dark menace.

Pirri followed him for two days, watching him stagger haphazardly, ranting and pleading, through the forest, watching him grow weaker and more desperate, stumbling over dead branches, falling into streams, crawling on his belly, shaking with terror and loneliness.  His clothing was ripped off him by branch and thorn.  Only a few rags still hung on his body.  His skin was scratched and lacerated, and the flies and the stinging insects buzzed around the wounds.  His beard and long hair were tangled and matted, and his eyes were wild and mad.

On the second day, Pirri stepped out of the forest ahead of him and Chetti Singh screamed like a woman with the shock and tried to drag himself to his feet again.  Don't leave me alone again, he screamed.

Please, anything you ask, but not again.  Like you, I am alone, Pirri said with hatred in his heart.  I am dead.  The Molimo has killed me.

You are talking to a dead man, to a ghost.  You ca

Chetti Singh gaped stupidly.  What are you doing?  he blurted.  He knew about the poison, he had seen animals die from Bambuti arrows.

Pirri lifted his bow and drew the arrow to his chin.  No!  Chetti Singh, held up his hand to ward off the arrow just as Pirri released it.

The arrow, aimed at his chest, hit Chetti Singh in the palm of his open hand and stuck firmly, its point buried between the bones of the first and second fingers.

Chetti Singh stared at it.  Now we are both dead, said Pirri softly, and vanished into the forest.

Chetti Singh stared in horror at the arrow in his palm.  The flesh around it was already stained purple by the poison.  Then the pain began.  It was stronger than anything that Chetti Singh had ever imagined.  It was fire in his blood, he could feel it ru

Then he found his voice and the sound of his agony rang through the trees.  Pirri paused for a while to listen to it.  Only when the forest was silent again did he move on.  We are ready, Daniel said quietly, but his voice carried to every man seated in the headquarters hut at Gondola.

They were the same men who had gathered here a month ago, and yet they were different.

There was an air of confidence and determination about them that had not been there before.

Daniel had spoken to his Matabele instructors before the meeting.

They were pleased.  No man had been dropped from the training camps for any reason except sickness or injury.

They are amabutho now, Morgan Tembi had told Daniel.  They are warriors now.  You have done well, Daniel told them.  You can be proud of what you have achieved in so short a time.  He turned to the blackboard on the thatched wall behind him and pulled aside the cloth that had covered it.

The board was covered with diagrams and schedules.  This, gentlemen, is our order of battle, Daniel said.  We will go over it, not once but until every one of you can recite it in your sleep, he warned them.

Here are your four cadres, each of two hundred and fifty men.  Each cadre is assigned different targets and objectives, the main army barracks, the airfield, the harbour, the labour camps.  . . Daniel worked down the list.  Now, most important of all, the radio and television studio in Kahali.  Taffari's security forces are good.

Even with initial surprise we ca

However, there is one other condition that we have to fulfil in order to ensure success.  We have to take out Taffari himself within the first hour.  We have to crush the head of the snake.

Without Taffari they will collapse.  There is nobody to replace him.

Taffari himself has seen to that.  He has murdered all possible rivals.

He is a one-man band, but we have to get him with the first surprise stroke.  That won't be so easy.  Patrick Omeru came to his feet.  He seems to have a kind of sixth sense.  He has already survived two assassination attempts in the short time he has been in power.  They are begi

They were still African, and witchcraft was rooted in the African soil.

Taffari is a cu

He cancels appointments without reason and he sleeps at the home of a different wife each night, in random order.  He's cu

However, there is one routine that Taffari has established.

He visits the mining operation of Wengu at least once a month.

He likes to see his treasure coming out of the earth.  At Wengu he is isolated.  It is the one place in the entire country where he is most vulnerable.  Daniel paused and looked down at them.  We are fortunate to have some good intelligence from Major Fashoda.  He indicated the Hita officer on the dais beside him.  As you all know, Major Fashoda is the transport officer on Taffari's staff.  He is the man responsible for arranging Taffari's personal transport.  Taffari always uses a Puma helicopter to visit Wengu.  He has ordered a Puma to stand by for Monday the 14th.  This indicates a high probability that his next inspection tour to Wengu will be on that date.  It gives us five days to make our final preparations.  Ning Cheng Gong sat beside President Taffari on the padded bench in the fuselage of the airforce Puma helicopter.  Through the open hatch he could see the green blur of the treetops as the Puma sped low across the forest.  The wind buffeted them and it was noisy in the cabin.  They had to raise their voices and shout to be heard.  What news of Chetti Singh?  Ephrem Taffari shouted, his mouth close to Cheng's ear.  Nothing, Cheng shouted back.  We found his Landrover, but no sign of him.  It has been two weeks now.  He must have died in the forest, as Armstrong did.  He was a good man, Taffari said.