Then he walked round the hut casting an eye upon its roof, and muttered to me as he returned.
"Once I was caught thus.

There lived a certain wife of mine who set her ear to the smoke-hole and so brought about the death of many, and among them of herself and of our children.Enter.All is safe.

Yet if you talk, speak low." So we went into the hut taking the stools with us, and seated ourselves by the fire that burned there on to which Umslopogaas threw chips of resinous wood.
"Now," he said.
I opened my shirt and by the clear light of the flame showed him the image of Zikali which hung about my neck.

He stared at it, though touch it he would not.

Then he stood up and lifting his great axe, he saluted the image with the word "_Makosi!_" the salute that is given to great wizards because they are supposed to be the home of many spirits.
"It is the big Medicine, the Medicine itself," he said, "that which has been known in the land since the time of Senzangacona, the father of the Zulu Royal House, and as it is said, before him." "How can that be ?" I asked, "seeing that this image represents Zikali, Opener-of-Roads, as an old man, and Senzangacona died many years ago ?" "I do not know," he answered, "but it is so.Listen.There was a certain Mopo, or as some called him, Umbopo, who was Chaka's body-servant and my foster-father, and he told me that twice this Medicine," and he pointed to the image, "was sent to Chaka, and that each time the Lion obeyed the message that came with it.