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Mtesa and all his chiefs, guards, pages, executioners, 
claimants, guests, drummers and lifers were already 
there, en grande tenue. 
Mtesa was in a fever, as I could see by the paling of 
the colour under his eyes and his glowing eyeballs. 
The chiefs shared their master’s excitement. 
“ What shall we do,” he asked, “ to welcome him ? ” 
“ Oh, form your troops in line from the entrance to 
the burzah down to the gate of the outer court, and 
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present arms, and as he comes within the gate, let your 
drums and fifes sound a loud welcome.” 
“ Beautiful ! ” said Mtesa. “ Hurry Tori, Chamba- 
rango, Sekebobo : form them in two lines just as 
Standee says. Oh, that is beautiful ! And shall we 
fire guns, Standee ? ” 
“No, not until you shake hands with him ; and as he 
is a soldier, let the guards fire, then they will not injure 
anyone.” 
Mtesa’s flutter of excitement on this occasion made 
me think that there must have been a somewhat similar 
