Or am I mad, my father, and did I weave these visions from the woof of my madness?
I do not know, but it is true that I seemed to see them.
I woke when the sky was grey with the morning light; it was the pain of my burnt hand that aroused me from my sleep or from my stupor.

I rose shaking the ashes from me, and went without the kraal to wash away their defilement.

Then I returned, and sat outside the gates of the Emposeni, waiting till the king's women, whom he named his sisters, should come to draw water according to their custom.

At last they came, and, sitting with my kaross thrown over my face to hide it, looked for the passing of Baleka.

Presently I saw her; she was sad-faced, and walked slowly, her pitcher on her head.