No, this talk of his was but a blind; there was some deeper scheme at work in his cunning old brain which he was hiding from me.

Why exactly had he beguiled me to Zululand?
I could not divine, and to ask him would be worse than useless, but then and there I made up my mind that I would get away from the Black Kloof early on the following morning, if that were possible.
He began to speak of other matters in a low, droning voice, like a man who converses with himself.

Sad, all of them, such as the haunted death of Saduko who had betrayed his lord, the Prince Umbelazi, because of a woman, every circumstance of which seemed to be familiar to him.
I made no answer, who was waiting for an opportunity to leave the hut, and did not care to dwell on these events.

He ceased and brooded for a while, then said suddenly-- "You are hungry and would eat, Macumazahn, and I who eat little would sleep, for in sleep the multitudes of Spirits visit me, bringing tidings from afar.

Well, we have spoken together and of that I am glad, for who knows when the chance will come again, though I think that soon we shall meet at Ulundi, Ulundi where Fate spreads its net.