Dick Sand, closely shut up in his dark prison, would only come out to go to his death.
The other slaves, sold or not, had been put back in the barracks.
There only remained at the "tchitoka," the traders, the overseers and the soldiers ready to take their part of the punch, if the king and his court allowed them.
Jose-Antonio Alvez, advised by Negoro, did the thing well.
They brought a vast copper basin, capable of containing at least two hundred pints, which was placed in the middle of the great place.
Barrels holding alcohol of inferior quality, but well refined, were emptied into the basin.
They spared neither the cinnamon, nor the allspice, nor any of the ingredients that might improve this punch for savages.
All had made a circle around the king.
Moini Loungga advanced staggering to the basin.
One would say that this vat of brandy fascinated him, and that he was going to throw himself into it.
Alvez generously held him back and put a lighted match into his hand.
"Fire!" cried he with a cunning grimace of satisfaction.
"Fire!" replied Moini Loungga lashing the liquid with the end of the match.
What a flare and what an effect, when the bluish flames played on the surface of the basin.
Alvez, doubtless to render that alcohol still sharper, had mingled with it a few handfuls of sea salt.
The assistants' faces were then given that spectral lividness that the imagination ascribes to phantoms.
Those negroes, drunk in advance, began to cry out, to gesticulate, and, taking each other by the hand, formed an immense circle around the King of Kazounde.
Alvez, furnished with an enormous metal spoon, stirred the liquid, which threw a great white glare over those delirious monkeys.
Moini Loungga advanced.
He seized the spoon from the trader's hands, plunged it into the basin, then, drawing it out full of punch in flames, he brought it to his lips.
What a cry the King of Kazounde then gave!
An act of spontaneous combustion had just taken place. The king had taken fire like a petroleum bonbon.
This fire developed little heat, but it devoured none the less.
At this spectacle the natives' dance was suddenly stopped.
One of Moini Loungga's ministers threw himself on his sovereign to extinguish him; but, not less alcoholized than his master, he took fire in his turn.
In this way, Moini Loungga's whole court was in peril of burning up.
Alvez and Negoro did not know how to help his majesty.
The women, frightened, had taken flight.
As to Coimbra, he took his departure rapidly, well knowing his inflammable nature.
The king and the minister, who had fallen on the ground, were burning up, a prey to frightful sufferings.
In bodies so thoroughly alcoholized, combustion only produces a light and bluish flame, that water cannot extinguish.
Even stifled outside, it would still continue to burn inwardly.
When liquor has penetrated all the tissues, there exists no means of arresting the combustion.
A few minutes after, Moini Loungga and his minister had succumbed, but they still burned.
Soon, in the place where they had fallen, there was nothing left but a few light coals, one or two pieces of the vertebral column, fingers, toes, that the fire does not consume, in cases of spontaneous combustion, but which it covers with an infectious and penetrating soot.
It was all that was left of the King of Kazounde and of his minister.
CHAPTER XII.
A ROYAL BURIAL.
The next day, May 29th, the city of Kazounde presented a strange aspect.
The natives, terrified, kept themselves shut up in their huts.
They had never seen a king, who said he was of divine essence, nor a simple minister, die of this horrible death.
They had already burned some of their fellow-beings, and the oldest could not forget certain culinary preparations relating to cannibalism.
They knew then how the incineration of a human body takes place with difficulty, and behold their king and his minister had burnt all alone!
That seemed to them, and indeed ought to seem to them, inexplicable.
Jose-Antonio Alvez kept still in his house.
He might fear that he would be held responsible for the accident.
Negoro had informed him of what had passed, warning him to take care of himself.
To charge him with Moini Loungga's death might be a bad affair, from which he might not be able to extricate himself without damage.
But Negoro had a good idea. By his means Alvez spread the report that the death of Kazounde's sovereign was supernatural; that the great Manitou only reserved it for his elect.
The natives, so inclined to superstition, accepted this lie.