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among themselves and decided that the man probably meant bicycle。 They told the white man and he smiled benevolently。
〃Tell them；〃 he said； 〃that I shall bring many iron horses when we have settled down among them。 Some of them will even ride the iron horse themselves。〃 This was interpreted to them but very few of them heard。 They were talking excitedly among themselves because the white man had said he was going to live among them。 They had not thought about that。
At this point an old man said he had a question。 〃Which is this god of yours；〃 he asked； 〃the goddess of the earth； the god of the sky； Amadiora or the thunderbolt； or what？〃
The interpreter spoke to the white man and he immediately gave his answer。 〃All the gods you have named are not gods at all。 They are gods of deceit who tell you to kill your fellows and destroy innocent children。 There is only one true God and He has the earth； the sky； you and me and all of us。〃
〃If we leave our gods and follow your god；〃 asked another man； 〃who will protect us from the anger of our neglected gods and ancestors？〃
〃Your gods are not alive and cannot do you any harm；〃 replied the white man。 〃They are pieces of wood and stone。〃
When this was interpreted to the men of Mbanta they broke into derisive laughter。 These men must be mad； they said to themselves。 How else could they say that Ani and Amadiora were harmless？ And Idemili and Ogwugwu too？ And some of them began to go away。
Then the missionaries burst into song。 It was one of those gay and rollicking tunes of evangelism which had the power of plucking at silent and dusty chords in the heart of an Ibo man。 The interpreter explained each verse to the audience； some of whom now stood enthralled。 It was a story of brothers who lived in darkness and in fear； ignorant of the love of God。 It told of one sheep out on the hills； away from the gates of God and from the tender shepherd's care。
After the singing the interpreter spoke about the Son of God whose name was Jesu Kristi。 Okonkwo； who only stayed in the hope that it might e to chasing the men out of the village or whipping them； now said
〃You told us with your own mouth that there was only one god。 Now you talk about his son。 He must have a wife； then。〃 The crowd agreed。
〃I did not say He had a wife；〃 said the interpreter； somewhat lamely。
〃Your buttocks said he had a son；〃 said the joker。 〃So he must have a wife and all of them must have buttocks。〃
The missionary ignored him and went on to talk about the Holy Trinity。 At the end of it Okonkwo was fully convinced that the man was mad。 He shrugged his shoulders and went away to tap his afternoon palm…wine。
But there was a young lad who had been captivated。 His name was Nwoye； Okonkwo's first son。 It was not the mad logic of the Trinity that captivated him。 He did not understand it。 It was the poetry of the new religion； something felt in the marrow。 The hymn about brothers who sat in darkness and in fear seemed to answer a vague and persistent question that haunted his young soul—the question of the twins crying in the bush and the question of Ikemefuna who was killed。 He lelt a relief within as the hymn poured into his parched soul。 The words of the hymn were like the drops of frozen rain melting on the dry palate of the panting earth。 Nwoye's callow mind was greatly puzzled。
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The missionaries spent their first four or five nights in the marketplace； and went into the village in the morning to preach the gospel。 They asked who the king of the village was； but the villagers told them that there was no king。 〃We have men of high title and the chief priests and the elders；〃 they said。
It was not very easy getting the men of high title and the elders together after the excitement of the first day。 But the arrivees persevered； and in the end they were received by them They asked for a plot of land to build on；
An evil forest was where the clan buried all those who died of the really evil diseases； like leprosy and smallpox。 It was also the dumping ground for highly potent fetishes of great medicine men when they died。 An evil forest was； therefore； alive with sinister forces and powers of darkness。 It was such a forest that； the rulers of Mbanta gave to the missionaries。 They did not really want them near to the clan； and so they made them that offer which nobody in his right senses would accept。
〃They want a piece of land to build their shrine；〃 said Uchendu to his peers when they consulted among themselves。 〃We shall give them a piece of land。〃 He paused； and there was a murmur of surprise and disagreement。 〃Let us give them a portion of the Evil Forest。 They boast about victory over death。 Let us give them a real battlefield in which to show their victory。〃 They laughed and agreed； and sent for the missionaries； whom they had asked to leave them for a while so that they might 〃whisper together。〃 They offered them as much of the Evil Forest as they cared to take。 And to their greatest amazement the missionaries thanked them and burst into song。
〃They do not understand；〃 said some of the elders。 〃But they will understand when they go to their plot of land tomorrow morning。〃 And they dispersed。
The next morning the crazy men actually began to clear a part of the forest and to build their house。 The inhabitants of Mbanta expected them all to be dead within four days。 The first day passed and the second and third and fourth； and none of them died。 Everyone was puzzled。 And then it became known that the white man's fetish had unbelievable power。 It was said that he wore glasses on his eyes so that he could see and talk to evil spirits。 Not long after； he won his first three converts。
Although Nwoye had been attracted to the new faith from the very first day； he kept it secret。 He dared not go too near the missionaries for fear of his father。 But whenever they came to preach in the open marketplace or the village play
ground； Nwoye was there。 And he was already beginning to know some of the simple stories they told。
〃We have now built a church；〃 said Mr。 Kiaga； the interpreter； who was now in charge of the infant congregation。 The white man had gone back to Umuofia； where he built his headquarters and from where he paid regular visits to Mr。 Kiaga's congregation at Mbanta。
〃We have now built a church；〃 said Mr。 Kiaga； 〃and we want you all to e in every seventh day to worship the true God。〃
On the following Sunday； Nwoye passed and repassed the little red…earth and thatch building without summoning enough courage to enter。 He heard the voice of singing and although it came from a handful of men it was loud and confident。 Their church stood on a circular clearing that looked like the open mouth of the Evil Forest。 Was it waiting to snap its teeth together？ After passing and re…passing by the church； Nwoye returned home。
It was well known among the people of Mbanta that their gods and ancestors were sometimes long…suffering and would deliberately allow a man to go on defying them。 But even in such cases they set their limit at seven market weeks or twenty…eight days。 Beyond that limit no man was