He thought of it, and the tears flowed down his face and fell on to the hand of the Lily.

She felt them fall and spoke.
"Weep not, my husband," she said, "I have been all too ill a wife to you.

Do not mourn for me, yet remember that I loved you well." And again she was silent for a long space.
Then she spoke and for the last time of all, and her voice came in a gasping whisper through the hole in the rock:-- "Farewell, Umslopogaas, my husband and my brother, I thank you for your love, Umslopogaas.

Ah! I die!" Umslopogaas could make no answer, only he watched the little hand he held.

Twice it opened, twice it closed upon his own, then it opened for the third time, turned grey, quivered, and was still forever! Now it was at the hour of dawn that Nada died..