Have you retrieved the Kalubi yet ?" Shortly afterwards, when the mist lifted a little, we went out in a line to "retrieve the Kalubi," and found--well, I won't describe what we found.

He was a cruel wretch, as the incident of the herd-boy had told us, but I felt sorry for him.

Still, his terrors were over, or at least I hope so.
We deposited him in the box that Komba had kindly provided in preparation for this inevitable event, and Brother John said a prayer over his miscellaneous remains.

Then, after consultation and in the very worst of spirits, we set out to seek the way to the home of the Mother of the Flower.

The start was easy enough, for a distinct, though very faint path led from the clearing up the slope of the hill.