Then having examined her all over to see that no sign of her white skin could be seen through the pigments, and burned the long tresses of her hair, Sihamba went to the door of the hut.
"Where are you going ?" asked Suzanne.
"To find Zinti," she answered, "for now we must have his help." "No, no," cried Suzanne, "I am ashamed to be seen thus by any man." "Wherefore, Swallow, seeing that for some days you are but a Kaffir woman, and this is their dress, of which none think harm?
Nay, you must, for remember that if you show doubt or shame, you will betray yourself." Then with a groan Suzanne yielded, and crouching upon the floor like a native, awaited the return of Sihamba.

Presently she came, followed by Zinti, who was in good case, though somewhat thin, for Zinti was clever and provident, and, foreseeing what would come, he had hidden water for himself among the rocks.
"Zinti," said Sihamba, "I would speak with you of secret matters." "Speak on, lady," he answered--here his eyes fell upon Suzanne crouched on the ground in the full light of the lamp--"but there is a stranger present." "This is no stranger, Zinti," said Sihamba, "but one whom you know well." "Indeed, lady, I know her not.

Should I forget one so beautiful?
And yet--and yet--" and he rubbed his eyes and stared, gasping, "it cannot be." "Yes, it is, Zinti.

There sits the lady Swallow and none other." Now although there was little mirth left in him, Zinti burst out laughing till the tears ran from his eyes, and Sihamba struck him with her hands, calling him "Fool," and commanding him to be silent.
"Wow!" he said, "this is wonderful.

This is magic indeed.