There can be no mistake, for one eye is gone in my other self." "Advance, O Babemba," cried the doctor who had tried to drink all the coffee, "and see what happens.

Keep your spear ready, and if your witch-self attempts to harm you, kill it." Thus encouraged, Babemba lifted his spear and dropped it again in a great hurry.
"That won't do, fool of a doctor," he shouted back.

"My other self lifts a spear also, and what is more all of you who should be behind are in front of me.

The holy drink has made me drunk; I am bewitched.

Save me!" Now I saw that the joke had gone too far, for the soldiers were beginning to string their bows in confusion.