The image, too, I still possessed.

It was that of the woman called Mameena who brought about the war, and the wrapping which covered it was of the hair that once grew upon her head.
"The words are Zikali's," I said, returning her the knife, "but why do you call yourself the child of one who is too old to be a father ?" "The Master says that my great-grandmother was his daughter and that therefore I am his child.

Now, Macumazahn, I go to eat with my people, for I have servants with me.

Then I must speak with the Swazi king, for whom I also have a message, which I cannot do at present because he is still drunk with the white man's liquor.
After that I shall be ready to return with you to Zululand." "I never said that I was going to Zululand, Nombe." "Yet your heart has gone there already, Macumazahn, and you must follow your heart.

Does not the image which was carved with the knife you gave, hold a white heart in its hand, and although it seems to be but a bit of Umzimbeete wood, is it not alive and bewitched, which perhaps is why you could never make up your mind to burn it, Macumazahn ?" "I wish I had," I replied angrily; but having thrown this last spear, with a flash of her unholy eyes Nombe had turned and gone.
A clever woman and thoroughly coached, thought I.