This went on for what seemed to me a very long time. The heat was intense and the sun was setting by the time we returned to the ship.
That evening we sat on deck, looking over the sea to the island. We could hear the sound of drums in the distance.
“Rather exhausting,” said Toby.
“It was so hot and everything was strange.”
“These islands are very much of a pattern. The ceremonies are a little different, but not much. We naturally have to be a little wary in our dealings with the islanders. There could so easily be misunderstanding. We are as strange to them as they are to us. The mouth organ was an immense success, wasn’t it?”
I laughed at the memory.
“I liked the children best,” said.
“They were so amused by us and didn’t attempt to hide it.”
He smiled at the memory.
“Well, we shall sail at midnight tomorrow.
The tide will be right and we shall have completed our business by then. “
“It has been a wonderful trip. I hate to think of its coming to an end.”
“There’ll be others. By the way, it will be rather an important occasion tomorrow. We shall be honoured by the ceremony of the Kerewee Cup. That’s the native drink. There is something sacred about it and the fact that we are allowed to watch its preparation means that we are accepted as friends. They make a ceremony of proclaiming friendship.”
“I suppose, when you can be set on by an enemy at any time which is what must have happened to them in the past you want to make sure of your friends.”
“That’s right. It’s why the dances are like displays of their warlike prowess. They’ll make this Kerewee Cup, and it will be done with the utmost ceremony under the eyes of the Chief. Then the cup, which is in fact a large bowl, will be handed round and we have to partake.”
“You mean actually drink it?”
“Afraid so. Don’t look alarmed. You need take only a sip, but don’t let them see you don’t drink it. I am sure that would be a deadly insult and bring down all sons of curses … the vengeance of their gods or something like that.”
“What sort of vengeance?”
“I don’t know because no one to my knowledge has ever dared to provoke it. Don’t look alarmed. It’s easy enough. Only don’t let them see that you are not eager to drink.”
“What strange sights you must have seen in all your travels!”
“Well, I suppose I have been around a bit.”
I smiled and thought how lucky I was to have a share in his life.
The heat was intense. I had sat on one side of the Chief, Toby on the other, for about an hour. We had witnessed ritual dances and had come to that part of the ceremony where one of the men crouched down and made fire by rubbing two stones together. The pot was placed over the fire and many ingredients were put into it. While it was stirred, the company uttered mournful incantations; and at last the mixture was ready.
It was poured into a smaller bowl which would be handed round. The pot was then placed in front of the Chief; then there was a sudden shout from the assembly. The children all began to whimper and in terror ran to their mothers and hid their faces. I caught Toby’s eyes and he nodded almost imperceptibly. I thought he was assuring me that the terror was all part of the playacting and that they were not really in the least afraid.
The newcomer-tall as the Chief and wearing a mask which was huge and horrific-came forward and stood before the Chief. He gesticulated wildly and contorted his body into odd shapes; his teeth were bared. He turned from the Chief to glare at Toby, who looked suitably impressed, even cowering away from the wrath of the man.
It occurred to me that he must be a witch doctor, a breed of which I had heard a good deal. Toby had once told me that they appeared to have power over life and death and, if they told a man he was to die, that man did die.
“I don’t understand it,” Toby had said.
“But I know it has happened.
Some say it is auto-suggestion.
“There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” There may be something in that. “
I remembered the conversation for a long time. There was certainly something unearthly about this man.
Prancing about in a strange manner, he was telling the
Chief something. A silence had fallen over the crowd and I suddenly felt they were no longer playacting. He went on twisting his body into strange contortions, pointing to the sky and making moaning noises.
And then, to my horror, he turned to Toby. He moved close to him, still moaning and swaying and pointing to the sky.
Then he turned and stood before the bowl of Kerewee. Suddenly, he picked it up and drank. Then he lifted the bowl, shaking his head back and forth, and I saw the liquid glistening on his chin. Then he laid the bowl reverently at the Chief’s feet and sat down beside Toby.
The drinking ceremony had begun. Two men carried the bowl to the Chief, who raised his hands to the sky in what appeared to be a blessing. Then he bent and drank, after which the bowl was passed to Toby, who managed it very well. There was a deep sigh throughout the crowd as the bowl was handed back to the Chief who took another drink before passing it to me.
I took the bowl and, as I did so, I almost dropped it. A little of the liquid slipped on to my dress. There was an awed silence. Hastily, I lifted the bowl and put it to my lips. I held it so that no one would be able to see how much I drank. My lips were wet with the liquid and I made a show of swallowing. The bowl was taken from me and the ceremony proceeded.
It was not until the bowl was empty and set down at the feet of the Chief and the dancing began that I felt at ease.
Then suddenly the witch doctor if that was what he was rose and began to gyrate in front of the Chief. He kept gazing up to the sky and he danced round Toby. He was shaking his head and then he began to shout, moving his body in strange contortions. Toby had risen; he shook his head and lifted his shoulders. I could not understand what he was trying to convey.
The Chief seemed to be remonstrating with him, and the people began murmuring as they shook their heads to and fro.
I wished I understood what was going on; I had a sudden notion that they were going to prevent our return to the ship and I sensed that some of the officers were uneasy too.
The sun was beginning to set and I knew that Toby was eager to get back to the ship to prepare for the midnight sailing.
He rose and, taking my arm, the officers with us, started to walk down to the shore. The Chief walked beside us, shaking his head all the time, as though in some protest. Toby kept a firm grip on my arm.
Finally we reached the boat. Toby helped me in and sprang in beside me. The others followed. There were not many of them who had accompanied us to the ceremony probably half a dozen officers at most.
These people could have stopped us with the greatest of ease, but they just stood, watching us leave, sadly shaking their heads.
“What was that all about?” I asked Toby as we moved away.
“They were trying to prevent our leaving,” he answered.
“They could easily have done that. They didn’t seem to be hostile.”
“Far from it. They wanted us to know that they were our friends. It was something to do with the wise old man.”
“The witch doctor, you mean?”
“He’s something like that. He thought we shouldn’t go. He’s seen something … some message in the sky. We should stay until tomorrow night. They don’t understand anything about the importance of time.