Tell me, Baleka--rise from thy sleep and tell me whom there is that I should fear!"-- and suddenly he ceased the ravings of his pride.
Now, my father, while Chaka the king spoke thus, it came into my mind to make an end of things and kill him, for my heart was made with rage and the thirst of vengeance.

Already I stood behind him, already the stick in my hand was lifted to strike out his brains, when I stopped also, for I saw something.

There, in the midst of the dead, I saw an arm stir.

It stirred, it lifted itself, it beckoned towards the shadow which hid the head of the cleft and the piled-up corpses that lay there, and it seemed to me that the arm was the arm of Baleka.

Perchance it was not her arm, perchance it was but the arm of one who yet lived among the thousands of the dead, say you, my father! At the least, the arm rose at her side, and was ringed with such bracelets as Baleka wore, and it beckoned from her side, though her cold face changed not at all.