I hardly knew whether he was drunk or sober. “My bother the great M’Kamma Kamrasi!” I felt bewildered with astonishment. Then, “If you are not Kamrasi, pray who are you?” I asked. “Who am I?” he replied. “Ha, ha, ha! that’s very good; who am I?–I am M’Gambi, the brother of Kamrasi; I am the younger brother, but HE IS THE KING.”
The deceit of this country was incredible. I had positively never seen the real Kamrasi up to this moment, and this man M’Gambi now confessed to having impersonated the king, his brother, as Kamrasi was afraid that I might be in league with Debono’s people to murder him, and therefore he had ordered his brother M’Gambi to act the king.