"Tell me, when am I going to get out of this place ?" "How can I tell you, Macumazahn ?" Naya replied, patting my hand in her genial way, "but I think before long.

When you are gone, Macumazahn, remember me kindly sometimes, as I have really tried to make you as comfortable as I could with a watcher staring through every straw in the hut." I said whatever seemed to be appropriate, and next morning my deliverance came.

While I was eating my breakfast in the courtyard at the back of the hut, Naya thrust her handsome and pleasant face round the corner and said that there was a messenger to see me from the king.
Leaving the rest of the meal unswallowed, I went to the doorway of the yard and there found my old friend, Kambula.
"Greeting, Inkoos," he said to me; "I am come to take you back to Natal with a guard.

But I warn you to ask me no questions, for if you do I must not answer them.

Dingaan is ill, and you cannot see him, nor can you see the white praying-man, or anyone; you must come with me at once." "I do not want to see Dingaan," I replied, looking him in the eyes.
"I understand," answered Kambula; "Dingaan's thoughts are his thoughts and your thoughts are your thoughts, and perhaps that is why he does not want to see _you_.