Then having parted with Sigwe, who almost wept at her going, she passed with Sihamba, the lad Zinti, and a great herd of cattle--her tithe of the spoil--to the mountain Umpondwana, where all the tribe were waiting to receive them.

They rode up to the flanks of the mountain, and through the narrow pass and the red wall of rock to the tableland upon its top, where stood the chief's huts and the cattle-kraal, and here they found the people gathered.
"Give us a blessing," these cried.

"Grant to us that rain may fall." Sihamba spoke with Suzanne and answered: "My people, I have entreated of the White Swallow, and for your sake she will pray that rain may fall ere long." Now Sihamba knew the signs of the water, and as it happened rain began to fall that night in torrents, and fell for three days almost without ceasing, washing the sickness away with it.

So the Umpondwana blessed the name of Sihamba and the White Swallow, and these two ruled over them without question, life and death hanging upon their words.
And there, a chieftainess among savages, Suzanne was fated to dwell for more than two long years..