I had ordered one of my men to carry my stool; I was determined not to sit upon the earth, as the king would glory in my humiliation. M’Gambi, his brother, who had formerly played the part of king, now sat upon the ground a few feet from Kamrasi, who was seated upon the same stool of copper that M’Gambi had used when I first saw him at M’rooli. Several of his chiefs also sat upon the straw with which the porch was littered. I made a “salaam” and took my seat upon my stool.
Not a word passed between us for about five minutes, during which time the king eyed me most attentively, and made various remarks to the chiefs who were present. At length he asked me why I had not been to see him before. I replied, because I had been starved in his country, and I was too weak to walk. He said I should soon be strong, as he would now give me a good supply of food; but that he could not send provisions to Shooa Moru, as Fowooka held that country. Without replying to this wretched excuse for his neglect, I merely told him that I was happy to have seen him before my departure, as I was not aware until recently that I had been duped by M’Gambi. He answered me very coolly, saying that although I had not seen him, he had nevertheless seen me, as he was among the crowd of native escort on the day that we left M’rooli. Thus he had watched our start at the very place where his brother M’Gambi had impersonated the king.