It fell upon the face of Noma the witch-doctor.

He was seated across me, glaring at me with his one eye, and in his hand was a knife.

It was that which I had felt prick my throat.
"You whelp whom I have bred up to tear me!" he hissed into my ear, "you dared to divine where I failed, did you?
Very well, now I will show you how I serve such puppies.

First, I will pierce through the root of your tongue, so that you cannot squeal, then I will cut you to pieces slowly, bit by bit, and in the morning I will tell the people that the spirits did it because you lied.

Next, I will take off your arms and legs.