But now, tell me, Dust--and tell me, my Spirit--who killed this child ?" He began to waddle round the circle, an extraordinary sight, covered as he was with grey grime, varied with streaks of black skin where the perspiration had washed the dust away.
Presently he came opposite to me, and, to my dismay, paused, sniffing at me as he had at Nandie.
"Ah! ah! O Macumazana," he said, "you have something to do with this matter," a saying at which all that audience pricked their ears.
Then I rose up in wrath and fear, knowing my position to be one of some danger.
"Wizard, or Smeller-out of Wizards, whichever you name yourself," I called in a loud voice, "if you mean that _I_ killed Nandie's child, you lie!" "No, no, Macumazahn," he answered, "but you tried to save it, and therefore you had something to do with the matter, had you not?
Moreover, I think that you, who are wise like me, know who did kill it.
Won't you tell me, Macumazahn?
No?
Then I must find out for myself.

Be at peace.

Does not all the land know that your hands are white as your heart ?" Then, to my great relief, he passed on, amidst a murmur of approbation, for, as I have said, the Zulus liked me.

Round and round he wandered, to my surprise passing both Mameena and Masapo without taking any particular note of them, although he scanned them both, and I thought that I saw a swift glance of recognition pass between him and Mameena.
It was curious to watch his progress, for as he went those in front of him swayed in their terror like corn before a puff of wind, and when he had passed they straightened themselves as the corn does when the wind has gone by.
At length he had finished his journey and returned to his starting-point, to all appearance completely puzzled.
"You keep so many wizards at your kraal, King," he said, addressing Panda, "that it is hard to say which of them wrought this deed.

It would have been easier to tell you of greater matters.