Further, on the plea of weariness, from the time that we entered Zulu territory Nombe asked to be allowed to ride in the cart with Kaatje and Heda, her real reason, as I was sure, being that she might keep a watch on them.

Lastly we travelled by little-frequented tracks, halting at night in out-of-the-way places, where, however, we always found food awaiting us, doubtless by arrangement.
With one man whom I had known in past days and who recognized me, I did manage to have a short talk.

He asked me what I was doing in Zululand at that time.

I replied that I was on a visit to Zikali, whereon he said I should be safer with him than with any one else.
Our conversation went no further, for just then one of Nombe's servants appeared and made some remark to the man of which I could not catch the meaning, whereon he promptly turned and deported, leaving me wondering and uneasy.
Evidently we were being isolated, but when I remonstrated with Nombe she only answered with her most unfathomable smile-- "O Macumazahn, you must ask Zikali of all these things.

I am no one and know nothing, who only do what the Master tells me is for your good." "I am minded to turn and depart from Zululand," I said angrily, "for in this low veld whither you have led us there is fever and the horses will catch sickness or be bitten by the tsetse fly and perish." "I cannot say, Macumazahn, who only travel by the road the Master pointed out.