Two burned in your youth when a certain lady died to save you, a great woman that, is it not so?
And the third, ah! she was fire indeed, though of a copper hue.

What was her name?
I cannot remember, but I think it had something to do with the wind, yes, with the wind when it wails." I stared at her.

Was this Mameena myth to be dug up again in a secret place in the heart of Africa?
And how the deuce did she know anything about Mameena?
Could she have been questioning Hans or Umslopogaas?
No, it was not possible, for she had never seen them out of my presence.
"Perhaps," she went on in a mocking voice, "perhaps once again you disbelieve, Allan, whose cynic mind is so hard to open to new truths.
Well, shall I show you the faces of these three?
I can," and she waved her hand towards some object that stood on a tripod to the right of her in the shadow--it looked like a crystal basin.

"But what would it serve when you who know them so well, believed that I drew their pictures out of your own soul?
Also perchance but one face would appear and that one strange to you.

[Lady Ragnall perhaps ?--JB] "Have you heard, Allan, that among the wise some hold that not all of us is visible at once here on earth within the same house of flesh; that the whole self in its home above, separates itself into sundry parts, each of which walks the earth in different form, a segment of life's circle that can never be dissolved and must unite again at last ?" I shook my head blankly, for I had never heard anything of the sort.
"You have still much to learn, Allan, although doubtless there are some who think you wise," she went on in the same mocking voice.