Let him be named by it in the face of Heaven, him and all his house; then let him hear no other name forever!" And suddenly they sprang up and rushed towards me, Nobela, the aged Isanusi, at their head.

They leaped at me, pointing to me with the tails of the vilderbeestes in their hands.

Then Nobela switched me in the face with the tail of the beast, and cried aloud:-- "Greeting, Mopo, son of Makedama! Thou art the man who smotest blood on the door-posts of the king to bewitch the king.

Let thy house be stamped flat!" I saw her come, I felt the blow on my face as a man feels in a dream.

I heard the feet of the slayers as they bounded forward to hale me to the dreadful death, but my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth--I could not say a word.