"What do my ears hear?
Am I, the poor Zulu cheat, as you will remember once you called me, Macumazahn, asked to show that which is hidden from all the wisdom of the great White People ?" "The question is," I answered with irritation, "not what you are asked to do, but what you can do." "That I do not know yet, Macumazahn.

Whose spirits do you desire to see?
If that of a woman called Mameena is one of them, I think that perhaps I whom she loved----"[*] [*] For the history of Mameena see the book called "Child of Storm."-- Editor.
"She is _not_ one of them, Zikali.

Moreover, if she loved you, you paid back her love with death." "Which perhaps was the kindest thing I could do, Macumazahn, for reasons that you may be able to guess, and others with which I will not trouble you.

But if not hers, whose?
Let me look, let me look! Why, there seems to be two of them, head-wives, I mean, and I thought that white men only took one wife.

Also a multitude of others; their faces float up in the water of your mind.