There she was, looking quite unchanged and as lovely as ever, sitting under the shade of a wild fig-tree and fanning herself with a handful of its leaves.
Of course I jumped off my wagon-box and greeted her.
"Siyakubona [that is, good morrow], Macumazahn," she said.

"My heart is glad to see you." "Siyakubona, Mameena," I answered, leaving out all reference to _my_ heart.

Then I added, looking at her: "Is it true that you have a new husband ?" "Yes, Macumazahn, an old lover of mine has become a new husband.

You know whom I mean--Saduko.

After the death of that evil-doer, Masapo, he grew very urgent, and the King, also the Inkosazana Nandie, pressed it on me, and so I yielded.