I told M’Gambi that I did not wish to see his brother, the king, as I should perhaps be again deceived and be introduced to some impostor like himself; and that as I did not choose to be made a fool of, I should decline the introduction. This distressed him exceedingly. He said that the king was really so great a man that he, his own brother, dared not sit on a stool in his presence, and that he had only kept in retirement as a matter of precaution, as Debono’s people had allied themselves with his enemy Rionga in the preceding year, and he dreaded treachery. I laughed contemptuously at M’Gambi, telling him that if a woman like my wife dared to trust herself far from her own country among such savages as Kamrasi’s people, their king must be weaker than a woman if he dared not show himself in his own territory. I concluded by saying that I should not go to see Kamrasi, but that he should come to visit me.