His head was shaven, and on his forehead was bound a disc of carved gold.

I saw from his gaze that his old eyes were blind.
'Who comes ?'he asked as I entered.
'A messenger from the Inkulu,' I spoke up boldly.

'He follows soon with the white man, Henriques.' Then I sat down in the back row of the circle to await events.

I noticed that my neighbour was the fellow 'Mwanga whom I had kicked out of the store.

Happily I was so dusty that he could scarcely recognize me, but I kept my face turned away from him.