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uch stories were spread in the world by the Devil to lead men astray。 Those who believed such stories were unworthy of the Lord's table。
There was a saying in Umuofia that as a man danced so the drums were beaten for him。 Mr。 Smith danced a furious step and so the drums went mad。 The over…zealous converts who had smarted under Mr。 Brown's restraining hand now flourished in full favor。 One of them was Enoch； the son of the snake…priest who was believed to have killed and eaten the sacred python。 Enoch's devotion to the new faith had seemed so much greater than Mr。 Brown's that the villagers called him the outsider who wept louder than the bereaved。
Enoch was short and slight of build； and always seemed in great haste。 His feet were short and broad； and when he stood or walked his heels came together and his feet opened outwards as if they had quarreled and meant to go in different directions。 Such was the excessive energy bottled up in
Enoch's small body that it was always erupting in quarrels and fights。 On Sundays he always imagined that the sermon was preached for the benefit of his enemies。 And if he happened to sit near one of them he would occasionally turn to give him a meaningful look； as if to say； 〃I told you so。〃 It was Enoch who touched off the great conflict between church and clan in Umuofia which had been gathering since Mr。 Brown left。
It happened during the annual ceremony which was held in honor of the earth deity。 At such times the ancestors of the clan who had been mitted to Mother Earth at their death emerged again as egwugwu through tiny ant…holes。
One of the greatest crimes a man could mit was to unmask an egwugwu in public； or to say or do anything which might reduce its immortal prestige in the eyes of the uninitiated。 And this was what Enoch did。
The annual worship of the earth goddess fell on a Sunday； and the masked spirits were abroad。 The Christian women who had been to church could not therefore go home。 Some of their men had gone out to beg the egwugwu to retire for a short while for the women to pass。 They agreed and were already retiring； when Enoch boasted aloud that they would not dare to touch a Christian。 Whereupon they all came back and one of them gave Enoch a good stroke of the cane； which was always carried。 Enoch fell on him and tore off his mask。 The other egwugwu immediately surrounded their desecrated panion； to shield him from the profane gaze ol women and children； and led him away。 Enoch had killed an ancestral spirit； and Umuofia was thrown into confusion。
That night the Mother of the Spirits walked the length and breadth of the clan； weeping for her murdered son。 It was a terrible night。 Not even the oldest man in Umuofia had ever heard such a strange and fearful sound； and it was never to be heard again。 It seemed as if the very soul of the tribe wept for a great evil that was ing—its own death。
On the next day all the masked egwugwu of Umuofia assembled in the marketplace。 They came from all the quarters of the clan and even from the neighboring villages。 The dreaded Otakagu came from Imo； and Ekwensu； dangling a white cock； arrived from Uli。 It was a terrible gathering。 The eerie voices of countless spirits； the bells that clattered behind some of them； and the clash of machetes as they ran forwards and backwards and saluted one another； sent tremors of fear into every heart。 For the first time in living memory the sacred bull…roarer was heard in broad daylight。
From the marketplace the furious band made for Enoch's pound。 Some of the elders of the clan went with them； wearing heavy protections of charms and amulets。 These were men whose arms were strong in ogwu； or medicine。 As for the ordinary men and women； they listened from the safety of their huts。
The leaders of the Christians had met together at Mr。 Smith's parsonage on the previous night。 As they deliberated they could hear the Mother of Spirits wailing for her son。 The chilling sound affected Mr。 Smith； and for the first time he seemed to be afraid。
〃What are they planning to do？〃 he asked。 No one knew； because such a thing had never happened before。 Mr。 Smith
would have sent for the District missioner and his court messengers； but they had gone on tour on the previous day。
〃One thing is clear；〃 said Mr。 Smith。 〃We cannot offer physical resistance to them。 Our strength lies in the Lord。〃 They knelt down together and prayed to God for delivery。
〃O Lord； save Thy people；〃 cried Mr。 Smith。
〃And bless Thine inheritance；〃 replied the men。
They decided that Enoch should be hidden in the parsonage for a day or two。 Enoch himself was greatly disappointed when he heard this； for he had hoped that a holy war was imminent；… and there were a few other Christians who thought like him。 But wisdom prevailed in the camp of the faithful and many lives were thus saved。
The band of egwugwu moved like a furious whirlwind to Enoch's pound and with machete and fire reduced it to a desolate heap。 And from there they made for the church； intoxicated with destruction。
Mr。 Smith was in his church when he heard the masked spirits ing。 He walked quietly to the door which manded the approach to the church pound； and stood there。 But when the first three or four egwugwu appeared on the church pound he nearly bolted。 He overcame this impulse and instead of running away he went down the two steps that led up to the church and walked towards the approaching spirits。
They surged forward； and a long stretch of the bamboo fence with which the church pound was surrounded gave way before them。 Discordant bells clanged； machetes clashed and the air was full of dust and weird sounds。 Mr。 Smith heard a sound of footsteps behind him。 He turned round and saw Okeke； his interpreter。 Okeke had not been on the best of terms with his master since he had strongly condemned Enoch's behavior at the meeting of the leaders ol the church during the night。 Okeke had gone as far as to say that Enoch should not be hidden in the parsonage； because he would only draw the wrath of the clan on the pastor。 Mr。 Smith had rebuked him in very strong language； and had not sought his advice that morning。 But now； as he came up and stood by him confronting the angry spirits； Mr。 Smith looked at him and smiled。 It was a wan smile； but there was deep gratitude there。
For a brief moment the onrush of the egwugwu was checked by the unexpected posure of the two men。 But it was only a momentary check； like the tense silence between blasts of thunder。 The second onrush was greater than the first。 It swallowed up the two men。 Then an unmistakable voice rose above the tumult and there was immediate silence。 Space was made around the two men； and Ajofia began to speak。
Ajofia was the leading egwugwu of Umuofia。 He was the head and spokesman of the nine ancestors who administered justice in the clan。 His voice was unmistakable and so he was able to bring immediate peace to the agitated spirits。 He then addressed Mr。 Smith； and as he spoke clouds of smoke rose from his head。
〃The body of the white man； I salute you；〃 he said； using the language in which immortals spoke to men。
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