Oh! if I must wed him, I will give him a knife for the bride's kiss.

Oh! that I were a lady of the ghost-wolves, there should be a picking of bones in the kraal of Jikiza before the moon grows young again." Umslopogaas heard, and of a sudden reared himself up before the maid, and he was great and wild to look on, and the she-wolf's fangs shone upon his brow.
"The ghost-wolves are at hand, damsel," he said.

"They are ever at hand for those who need them." Now the maid saw him and screamed faintly, then grew silent, wondering at the greatness and the fierce eyes of the man who spoke to her.
"Who are you ?" she asked.

"I fear you not, whoever you are." "There you are wrong, damsel, for all men fear me, and they have cause to fear.

I am one of the Wolf-Brethren, whose names have been told of; I am a wizard of the Ghost Mountain.