CHAPTER XXII.
THE WAR OF THE CLEAN SPEAR When Sihamba arose next day, Suzanne asked her if the home of her people, the Umpondwana, was a great mountain faced round with slab-sided precipices and having ridges on its eastern face like to the thumb and fingers of a hand, with a stream of water gushing from between the thumb and first finger, upon the banks of which grew flat-topped trees with thick green leaves and white flowers.
Sihamba stared at her, saying: "Such is the place indeed, and there are no trees like to those you speak of to be found anywhere else.

The maidens use the flowers of them to adorn their hair, and from the leaves is made a salve that is very good for wounds.

But, say, Swallow, who told you about the mountain Umpondwana that is so far away, since I never described it to you ?" "Nobody told me," she answered, and she repeated the vision to her, or as much of it as she wished.
Sihamba listened, and when the tale was done she nodded her little head, saying: "So even you white people have something of the power which has been given to us Kaffir witch-doctors from the beginning.

Without a doubt your spirit spoke to the spirit of your husband last night and I am glad of it, for now, although you are apart from each other, the hearts of both of you will be rested.

Now also I am sure that we must go to my people and live among them for so long as may be appointed, seeing that there and nowhere else you and the Baas Kenzie will come together again." "I had sooner go back to the stead," sighed Suzanne.
"That cannot be, Swallow, for it is not fated, and for the rest, if you meet, what does it matter where you meet ?" That morning Suzanne, mounted upon the great _schimmel_, which by now had almost recovered from his weariness, although he was still somewhat stiff, and followed by Sihamba and Zinti riding the horse and the mule, passed up and down before Sigwe's regiments that saluted her as chieftainess.