Above all, also let him not be angry with the Prince, who loves him more than any man, and does but travel whither the wind that I breathe blows him.

Bid Macumazahn think of me kindly, as I shall of him while my eyes are open.'" I listened to this amazing message in silence, then asked if Mameena was alone.
"No, Baas; Umbelazi and some soldiers were with her, but they did not hear her words, for she stepped aside to speak with me.

Then she returned to them, and they walked away swiftly, and were swallowed up in the night." "Very good, Sikauli," I said.

"Make me some coffee, and make it strong." I dressed and drank several cups of the coffee, all the while "thinking with my head," as the Zulus say.

Then I walked up to the kraal to see Umbezi, whom I found just coming out of his hut, yawning.
"Why do you look so black upon this beautiful morning, Macumazahn ?" asked the genial old scamp.