"Have done with your talk of dreams.

Who thinks anything of dreams ?" "You do," she replied even more placidly than before, "you whom that dream has brought hither--with others." "You lie," I said rudely.

"The Basutos brought me here." "The Watcher-by-Night is pleased to say that I lie, so doubtless I do lie," she answered, her fixed smile deepening a little.
Then she folded her arms across her breast and remained silent.
"You are a messenger, O seer of pictures in the dust and bearer of the cup of dreams," I said with sarcasm.

"Who sends a message by your lips for me, and what are the words of the message ?" "My Lords the Spirits spoke the message by the mouth of the master Zikali.

He sends it on to you by the lips of your servant, the doctoress Nombe." "Are you indeed a doctoress, being so young ?" I asked, for somehow I wished to postpone the hearing of that message.
"O Macumazahn, I have heard the call, I have felt the pain in my back, I have drunk of the black medicine and of the white medicine, yes, for a whole year.