We had opened the first chest of the glimmering, beautiful stones. Old Gagool was giving a chuckle telling us to feel the stones through our fingers. Then we opened the second chest much to the same surprise with many, many diamonds. The third was not as full as the first two being about ¼ less. The next event happened too quickly to digest. We heard the shrieking of Foulata's voice and ran straight to the scene and there Gagool and Foulata were fighting viciously and a rock about to fall on them. Blood was trickling down the knee of Foulata, and the door is now not even three feet from the floor.
Gagool does not make it through, having her legs crushed by the big rock door. Foulata gave her final words after being stabbed and I feel greatly for Good at the loss of his dearest love. He knew that they would not be able to wed, as it is the breach of tribal laws to marry a white man.
Aside all this, we had only just come to terms with the condition that we were left stranded in. The big rock door was our only escape route we were caved in! We went through the cave with a fine toothcomb to find any possible way out we found none.
Two days we had waited and waited in case of any rescue attempts from the outside. We had already established we were not going to get out of this place by ourselves. We were getting extremely weak and Good was as pale as the clouds in the sky.
I kept saying promising words trying to keep everyone calm.
Then, out of the blue, Umbopa stopped breathing. Every one of us started talking and saying his name but to no response. I checked for a pulse but found his skin already at a cool temperature. He had done us proud.
We were all to die in there. I suppose we were not the rightful owners of the mines and De Silvestra would be proud of our efforts. I am sure we will be remembered for all time by the tribes we had visited.
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