Farewell." Now, when they heard this letter, the others looked more happy; but for my part I shook my head, seeing guile in it, since the tone of it was too humble for Swart Piet.

There was no answer to it, and the messenger went away, but not, as I learned, before he had seen Sihamba.

It seems that the medicine which she gave him had cured his child, for which he was so grateful that he drove her down a cow in payment, a fine beast, but very wild, for handling was strange to it; moreover, it had been but just separated from its calf.

Still, although she questioned him closely, the man would tell Sihamba but little of the place where he lived, and nothing of the road to it.
Here I will stop to show how great was the cunning of this woman, and yet how simple the means whereby she obtained the most of her knowledge.
She desired to learn about this hiding-place, since she was sure that it was one of the secret haunts of Swart-Piet, but when she asked him the messenger grew deaf and blind, and she could find no one else who knew anything of the matter.

Still she was certain that the cow which had been brought to her would show the way to its home, if there were anybody to follow it thither and make report of the path.
Now when Sihamba had been robbed and sentenced to death by Swart Piet, the most of her servants and people who lived with her had been taken by him as slaves.