King Solomon's Treasure

Chapter 24 Goode is seriously ill (1)
After the duel, Sir Henry and Goode were carried into the palace at Tywara, and I followed.Both of them were extremely exhausted, and with the loss of blood, they were severely exhausted.In contrast, my situation is slightly better.I'm lean and muscular, with more stamina than most, perhaps thanks to my low weight and long-term workouts.But at the moment I am also exhausted.At this time, the old wound bitten by the lion will recur, and the pain will be endless.Also, now I'm having bouts of severe headaches from the morning blow.Anyway, the three of us groaned in agony that night like a tragic trio, the only consolation being that after all we can still lie here and feel the pain, compared to thousands of dead warriors, we are very lucky up.They were all strong and strong in the morning, but now they turned into cold corpses.Besides, there is beautiful Fratta serving us.Since we rescued her, she has volunteered to be our maid, taking care of us with all her heart, especially Good.We took off our chain mail with difficulty, for it has done so much today, without which Goode and Sir Henry would have died.But although the chain mail blocked the penetration of the weapon, it could not avoid abrasions.Sir Henry and Good were bruised and bruised, and I was bruised and purple.Fratta got some smashed green leaves and dabbed them on our wounds.Smelling the bursts of fragrance from the green leaves, we feel much more comfortable.Abrasions were painful, but Sir Henry's and Good's wounds were more worrying.Good's "beautiful white leg" was pierced and bled profusely.Sir Henry's jaw had been cut deeply by Tyvara.Fortunately, Goode himself was an excellent surgeon.As soon as his little medicine-box arrived, he washed the wound thoroughly, then carefully sewed up Sir Henry's wound by the dim light of Kukuana's primitive oil lamp, sewed up his own, and looked again, Very satisfied.Then he applied a thick layer of anti-inflammatory ointment to the wound, and finally bandaged the wound with a handkerchief.

At the same time, Furata cooked a pot of thick broth for us, because we were exhausted and we didn't even have the energy to eat.After drinking the broth, we collapsed into the comfort and luxury of fur blankets to rest.This kind of fur blanket is spread everywhere in the palace, which is very comfortable.Ironically, the man who slept in Tyvara's bed that night under Tyvara's fur blanket was none other than Sir Henry, who killed him.

After a thrilling day, it is not so easy to fall asleep.At the beginning, women's cries came from all directions.They wept bitterly for their dead husbands, sons, and brothers.More than 2 people have died in battle today, accounting for almost one-third of the entire Kukuana army.Behind such a tragic figure, how many people are distraught.We lay in bed listening to their cries and it was heartbreaking.Only then did I understand how much human life would cost in order to realize human ambitions, which is simply terrifying.At midnight, the cries of the women gradually died down, and the surroundings became quiet.Not long after, a high-pitched voice sounded from the back room.I later learned that it was Jagul crying for the dead king Tewala.

Afterwards, I fell asleep on and off, waking up from my sleep whenever I remembered the horrific events of the past 24 hours.For a while, I seemed to see the soldier who was beaten to death by my own hands standing on the top of the mountain and rushing towards me, demanding that I pay with blood; , I seem to see Taiwala's bloody head rolling past my feet, with feathers on it, gnashing teeth, eyes wide open, with a ferocious expression on his face.And so I tossed and turned, not knowing how I got through the night.Finally, when it was dawn, I realized that my companions were also having a bad night.Good had a high fever and felt light-headed.What worried me most was that he vomited blood.Apparently, the Kukuana soldier stabbed him several times yesterday, causing serious internal injuries.As for Sir Henry, he seemed to be recovering well, although the painful gash on his face made it difficult for him to eat and laugh.

About eight o'clock Inverdus came to see us.Despite the fierce battle of the previous day and the sleepless night last night, the old general is still full of energy.He was very happy to see us and shook hands with us warmly.Seeing Goode's injury, he felt sad again.I noticed that he had a great admiration for Sir Henry, and treated him like a god in his words and deeds.We later found out that all the people of Kukuana held Sir Henry as a god.The warriors said that no mortal could kill Tevara after a day of bloody battle.You know, as the king, Taiwala is the bravest warrior in Kukuana.In a one-on-one duel, Sir Henry actually cut off Tewara's thick neck with a single blow of the axe.The ax was so popular in Kukuana that it became a local proverb.From then on, as long as someone has outstanding skills or a wonderful attack, it will be called "Inchubu's blow".

Inverdus tells us that all the armies of Tevara surrendered to Aegnus, and the chiefs of all lands surrendered.Sir Henry slew Tyvara with the axe, and avoided all the commotion.For Tevala's only son, Skargar, was dead, and there was no one to contend for the throne.

I say with a lot of emotion that Agnus ascended to the throne on a pool of blood.The old general shrugged and said, "Yes. But sometimes, only blood can bring peace in Kukuana. It is true that many men died, but the women lived. Children will soon grow up to replace the dead. People. The land will be quiet for a while."

After Inverdus left, Agnus also came to visit us in the morning.He wears the diamond that symbolizes royal authority, and he looks like a king, followed by respectful guards.Looking at him in high spirits in front of me, I couldn't help thinking of the appearance of this tall Zulu young man who came to see us in Durban a few months ago and offered himself to be our servant.It's really unpredictable, fate is impermanent.

"Hello, Your Majesty," I said, standing up.

"Hello, Maku Mazahn. Thanks to the help of the three of you, I can regain the throne." He said heartily.

He also told us that everything was going well.He hoped to hold a great banquet in two weeks' time to announce to the world that Kukuana had a new king.

I asked him what he was going to do with Gagul.

"She is the devil of the land," he answered, "and I will kill her. And all her witches! She has lived so long that no one remembers that she was young. She Train witches and make people suffer."

"But she knows a lot," I replied. "You know, Agnus, it's easier to destroy knowledge than to accumulate it."

"Indeed," he said after thinking for a moment, "only she knows the secret of the 'Three Witches' mountain, where the end of Solomon's Road is where the kings of all ages are buried, and where the silent mountain god is."

"Yes, the diamonds are there too. Don't forget your promise, Agnus. You promised to lead us to the diamonds, and you would even spare Gagul and let her lead the way."

"I won't forget, Makumazahn. Don't worry, I will take your words into consideration."

After Agnus left, I went to see Goode and found him delirious and unconscious.The high fever from the wound, combined with the internal injuries, made his condition very serious and troublesome.For the next four or five days, Goode was dying.Goode would have died had it not been for Fratta's tireless care.

A woman is a woman, regardless of the color of the skin, the world is the same.The dark-skinned beautiful girl Fratta stayed by Goode's bed day and night, taking care of the patients meticulously, with dexterous and gentle movements, just like a well-trained nurse.For the first night or two, I tried to help her.Sir Henry's injury improved a little, he was able to move, and wanted to help her.But she thought we were in the way, and finally insisted that she take care of Goode alone.In this way, she took care of Gude day and night and fed him medicine.This is a local fever reducer made from cooled milk mixed with the sap of the tulip rhizome.After feeding the medicine, she drove away the flies for him.Under the dim light of the oil lamp, what I saw was this picture: Gude tossed and turned, tossed and turned, with a thin body, haggard face, sunken eye sockets, and talking nonsense from time to time.Furata was sitting on the ground beside her, with her back against the wall, her eyes were gentle. This well-proportioned Kukuana beauty had a tired face at this time, but her eyes were full of pity, maybe there were other emotions?

Two days ago, we all thought that Goode was hopeless, and our hearts were heavy.Only Furata firmly believes that he will survive this hurdle.

"He will survive," she said firmly.

Gude lived in the palace of Taiwala.Agnus ordered that all who lived here, except myself and Sir Henry, be removed, so that Goode might recover in peace.It was therefore very quiet within three hundred yards of the palace.On the fifth night of Good's illness I went to see him, as usual, before going to bed.

I walked lightly into the house.The oil lamp on the floor stood on Goode. Instead of tossing and turning like he did a few days ago, he lay quietly.

(End of this chapter)