Well, I should care little were it not that now I believe my husband to be still alive, and it is hard to go before him into yonder darkness, though I believe also that the darkness which we fear will prove such a happy light as does not shine upon this earth," and she laid her head upon Sihamba's breast and they wept together.
Presently Sihamba said, "My mind, that was wont to be so clear, is darkened.

Pray to your God, you who are of His people that He may send light upon it, so that I can think once more while there is yet time.
Now we wander in the forest of despair, but never yet was there a forest so thick that it cannot be passed.

Pray then that I may be given light, for your life hangs upon it." So Suzanne prayed, and presently, as she prayed, her weariness overcame her and she slept, and Sihamba slept also.

When Sihamba awoke it was within an hour of midnight.

A little lamp of oil burnt in the hut, and by the light of it she could see the white face of Suzanne lying at her side, and groaned in her bitterness to think that before the sun set again that face must be whiter still, for she knew that the Swallow was not of the mind of the Umpondwana, who preferred dishonour to death.
"Oh! that my wisdom might come back to me," she murmured.