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Even when the men were left alone they found no words to speak to one another。 It was only on the third day； when they could no longer bear the hunger and the insults； that they began to talk about giving in。
〃We should have killed the white man if you had listened to me；〃 Okonkwo snarled。
〃We could have been in Umuru now waiting to be hanged；〃 someone said to him。
〃Who wants to kill the white man？〃 asked a messenger who had just rushed in。 Nobody spoke。
〃You are not satisfied with your crime； but you must kill the white man on top of it。〃 He carried a strong stick； and he hit each man a few blows on the head and back。 Okonkwo was choked with hate。
As soon as the six men were locked up； court messengers went into Umuofia to tell the people that their leaders would
not be released unless they paid a fine of two hundred and fifty bags of cowries。
〃Unless you pay the fine immediately；〃 said their headman； 〃we will take your leaders to Umuru before the big white man； and hang them。〃
This story spread quickly through the villages； and was added to as it went。 Some said that the men had already been taken to Umuru and would be hanged on the following day。 Some said that their families would also be hanged。 Others said that soldiers were already on their way to shoot the people of Umuofia as they had done in Abame。
It was the time of the full moon。 But that night the voice of children was not heard。 The village ilo where they always gathered for a moon…play was empty。 The women of Iguedo did not meet in their secret enclosure to learn a new dance to be displayed later to the village。 Young men who were always abroad in the moonlight kept their huts that night。 Their manly voices were not heard on the village paths as they went to visit their friends and lovers。 Umuofia was like a startled animal with ears erect； sniffing the silent； ominous air and not knowing which way to run。
The silence was broken by the village crier beating his sonorous ogene。 He called every man in Umuofia； from the Akakanma age group upwards； to a meeting in the marketplace after the morning meal。 He went from one end of the village to the other and walked all its breadth。 He did not leave out any of the main footpaths。
Okonkwo's pound was like a deserted homestead。 It was as if cold water had been poured on it。 His family was all there； but everyone spoke in whispers。 His daughter Ezinma had broken her twenty…eight day visit to the family of her future husband； and returned home when she heard that her father had been imprisoned； and was going to be hanged。 As soon as she got home she went to Obierika to ask what the men of Umuofia were going to do about it。 But Obierika had not been home since morning。 His wives thought he had gone to a secret meeting。 Ezinma was satisfied that something was being done。
On the morning after the village crier's appeal the men of Umuofia met in the marketplace and decided to collect without delay two hundred and fifty bags of cowries to appease the white man。 They did not know that fifty bags would go to the court messengers； who had increased the fine for that purpose。
CHAPTER TWENTY…FOUR
Okonkwo and his fellow prisoners were set free as soon as the fine was paid。 The District missioner spoke to them again about the great queen； and about peace and good government。 But the men did not listen。 They just sat and looked at him and at his interpreter。 In the end they were given back their bags and sheathed machetes and told to go home。 They rose and left the courthouse。 They neither spoke to anyone nor among themselves。 The courthouse； like the church； was built a little way outside the village。 The footpath that linked them was a very busy one because it also led to the stream； beyond the court。 It was open and sandy。 Footpaths were open and sandy in the dry season。 But when the rains came the bush grew thick on either side and closed in on the path。 It was now dry season。 As they made their way to the village the six men met women and children going to the stream with their waterpots。 But the men wore such heavy and fearsome looks that the women and children did not say 〃nno〃 or 〃wele〃 to them； but edged out of the way to let them pass。 In the village little groups of men joined them until they became a sizable pany。 They walked silently。 As each of the six men got to his pound； he turned in； taking some of the crowd with him。 The village was astir in a silent； suppressed way。
Ezinma had prepared some food for her father as soon as news spread that the six men would be released。 She took it to him in his obi。 He ate absent…mindedly。 He had no appetite； he only ate to please her。 His male relations and friends had gathered in his obi； and Obierika was urging him to eat。 Nobody else spoke； but they noticed the long stripes on Okonkwo's back where the warder's whip had cut into his flesh。
The village crier was abroad again in the night。 He beat his iron gong and announced that another meeting would be held in the morning。 Everyone knew that Umuofia was at last going to speak its mind about the things that were happening。
Okonkwo slept very little that night。 The bitterness in his heart was now mixed with a kind of childlike excitement； before he had gone to bed he had brought down his war dress； which he had not touched since his return from exile。 He had shaken out his smoked raffia skirt and examined his tall feather head…gear and his shield。 They were all satisfactory； he had thought。
As he lay on his bamboo bed he thought about the treatment he had received in the white man's court； and he swore vengeance。 If Umuofia decided on war； all would be well。 But If they chose to be cowards he would go out and avenge lümself。 He thought about wars in the past。 The noblest； he thought； was the war against Isike。 In those days Okudo was still alive。 Okudo sang a war song in a way that no other man could。 He was not a fighter； but his voice turned every man into a lion。
〃Worthy men are no more；〃 Okonkwo sighed as he remembered those days。 〃Isike will never forget how we slaughtered them in that war。 We killed twelve of their men and they killed only two of ours。 Before the end of the fourth market week they were suing for peace。 Those were days when men were men。〃
As he thought of these things he heard the sound of the iron gong in the distance。 He listened carefully； and could just hear the crier's voice。 But it was very faint。 He turned on his bed and his back hurt him。 He ground his teeth。 The crier was drawing nearer and nearer until he passed by Okonkwo's pound。
〃The greatest obstacle in Umuofia；〃 Okonkwo thought bitterly； 〃is that coward； Egonwanne。 His sweet tongue can change fire into cold ash。 When he speaks he moves our men to impotence。 If they had ignored his womanish wisdom five years ago； we would not have e to this。〃 He ground his teeth。 〃Tomorrow he will tell them that our fathers never fought a 'war of blame。' If they listen to him I shall leave them and plan my own revenge。〃
The crier's voice had once more bee faint； and the distance had taken the harsh edge off his iron gong。 Okonkwo turned from one side to th