Well, let me return from these speculations to the history of the facts
that caused them.
Just as--a little too late--I had made up my mind that I would go after
my own business, and leave Saduko to manage his, through the fence
gateway appeared the great, tall Umbelazi leading by the hand a woman.
As I saw in a moment, it did not need certain bangles of copper,
ornaments of ivory and of very rare pink beads, called infibinga, which
only those of the royal House were permitted to wear, to proclaim her
a person of rank, for dignity and high blood were apparent in her face,
her carriage, her gestures, and all that had to do with her.
Nandie the Sweet was not a great beauty, as was Mameena, although
her figure was fine, and her stature like that of all the race of
Senzangakona--considerably above the average. To begin with, she was
darker in hue, and her lips were rather thick, as was her nose; nor were
her eyes large and liquid like those of an antelope. Further, she lacked
the informing mystery of Mameena's face, that at times was broken and
lit up by flashes of alluring light and quick, sympathetic perception,
as a heavy evening sky, that seems to join the dim earth to the dimmer
heavens, is illuminated by pulsings of fire, soft and many-hued,
suggesting, but not revealing, the strength and splendour that it veils.
Nandie had none of these attractions, which, after all, anywhere upon
the earth belong only to a few women in each generation. She was a
simple, honest-natured, kindly, affectionate young woman of high birth,
no more; that is, as these qualities are understood and expressed among
her people.
Umbelazi led her forward into the presence of the King, to whom she
bowed gracefully enough. Then, after casting a swift, sidelong glance at
Saduko, which I found it difficult to interpret, and another of inquiry
at me, she folded her hands upon her breast and stood silent, with bent
head, waiting to be addressed.
The address was brief enough, for Panda was still sleepy.
"My daughter," he said, with a yawn, "there stands your husband," and
he jerked his thumb towards Saduko. "He is a young man and a brave, and
unmarried; also one who should grow great in the shadow of our House,
especially as he is a friend of your brother, Umbelazi. I understand
also that you have seen him and like him. Unless you have anything to
say against it, for as, not being a common father, the King receives no
cattle--at least in this case--I am not prejudiced, but will listen to
your words," and he chuckled in a drowsy fashion. "I propose that
the marriage should take place to-morrow. Now, my daughter, have you
anything to say? For if so, please say it at once, as I am tired. The
eternal wranglings between your brethren, Cetewayo and Umbelazi, have
worn me out."