ountry again a royal throne of kings, a sceptered isle, for all the world a source of light, a center of Peace; a mist It coul~ be stabilized only by some drastic action which would comman~ the attention and respect of all. Again he spit on his wrist, whereupon servants led enormous herds of cattle past in silent defile. Far greater things were in store for 'my young gentle- men,' as he referred to them, and like Shaka, he want
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