That evening at sunset, just as I was about to trek, for the King had

given me leave to go, and at that time my greatest desire in life

seemed to be to bid good-bye to Zululand and the Zulus--I saw a strange,

beetle-like shape hobbling up the hill towards me, supported by two big

men. It was Zikali.

He passed me without a word, merely making a motion that I was to follow

him, which I did out of curiosity, I suppose, for Heaven knows I had

seen enough of the old wizard to last me for a lifetime. He reached a

flat stone about a hundred yards above my camp, where there was no bush

in which anyone could hide, and sat himself down, pointing to another

stone in front of him, on which I sat myself down. Then the two men

retired out of earshot, and, indeed, of sight, leaving us quite alone.

"So you are going away, O Macumazana?" he said.

"Yes, I am," I answered with energy, "who, if I could have had my will,

would have gone away long ago."

"Yes, yes, I know that; but it would have been a great pity, would it

not? If you had gone, Macumazahn, you would have missed seeing the end

of a strange little story, and you, who love to study the hearts of men

and women, would not have been so wise as you are to-day."

"No, nor as sad, Zikali. Oh! the death of that woman!" And I put my hand

before my eyes.

"Ah! I understand, Macumazahn; you were always fond of her, were you

not, although your white pride would not suffer you to admit that black

fingers were pulling at your heartstrings? She was a wonderful witch,

was Mameena; and there is this comfort for you--that she pulled at other

heartstrings as well. Masapo's, for instance; Saduko's, for instance;

Umbelazi's, for instance, none of whom got any luck from her

pulling--yes, and even at mine."

Now, as I did not think it worth while to contradict his nonsense so far

as I was concerned personally, I went off on this latter point.

"If you show affection as you did towards Mameena to-day, Zikali, I pray

my Spirit that you may cherish none for me," I said.

He shook his great head pityingly as he answered: "Did you never love a lamb and kill it afterwards when you were hungry,

or when it grew into a ram and butted you, or when it drove away your

other sheep, so that they fell into the hands of thieves? Now, I am very

hungry for the fall of the House of Senzangakona, and the lamb, Mameena,

having grown big, nearly laid me on my back to-day within the reach of

the slayer's spear. Also, she was hunting my sheep, Saduko, into an evil

net whence he could never have escaped. So, somewhat against my will, I

was driven to tell the truth of that lamb and her tricks."




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