She was handsome and tall, but with fierce eyes which always watched Umslopogaas, my fosterling; and I noted that he who was fearless of all other things yet seemed to fear Zinita.

Neither did she love me, for when she saw how the Slaughterer clung to me, as it wee, instantly she grew jealous--as already she was jealous of Galazi--and would have been rid of me if she might.

Thus it came about that my heart spoke against Zinita; nor did it tell me worse things of her than those which she was to do..