But know this, that there only may they raven where in life they ravened, seeking for their food.

Yet, that was an ill gift thou tookest from my mother--the gift of the Watcher, for though without the Watcher thou hadst never slain the king of the ghost-wolves, yet, bearing the Watcher, thou shalt thyself be slain.

Now, on the morrow carry me back to my mother, so that I may sleep where the ghost-wolves leap no more.

I have spoken, Galazi.' "Now the Dead One's voice seemed to grow ever fainter and more hollow as he spoke, till at the last I could scarcely hear his words, yet I answered him, asking him this:-- "'Who is it, then, that the lion shall bring to me to rule with me over the ghost-wolves, and how is he named ?' "Then the Dead One spoke once more very faintly, yet in the silence of the place I heard his words:-- "'He is named Umslopogaas the Slaughterer, son of Chaka, Lion of the Zulu." Now Umslopogaas started up from his place by the fire.
"I am named Umslopogaas," he said, "but the Slaughterer I am not named, and I am the son of Mopo, and not the son of Chaka, Lion of the Zulu; you have dreamed a dream, Galazi, or, if it was no dream, then the Dead One lied to you." "Perchance this was so, Umslopogaas," answered Galazi the Wolf.

"Perhaps I dreamed, of perhaps the Dead One lied; nevertheless, if he lied in this matter, in other matters he did not lie, as you shall hear.
"After I had heard these words, or had dreamed that I heard them, I slept indeed, and when I woke the forest beneath was like the clouds of mist, but the grey light glinted upon the face of her who sits in stone above.