So we all went out of the hut, Nombe and I drawing back a little to the fire while the lovers said good-night to each other.
"Nombe," I said, "the Inkosikazi Heddana is afraid.

The rocks of this kloof lie heavy on her heart; the face of the Opener of Roads is fearful to her and his laughter grates upon her ears.
Do you understand ?" "I understand, Macumazahn, and it is as I expected.

When you yourself are frightened it is natural that she, an untried maiden, should be frightened also in this home of spirits." "It is men we fear, not spirits, now when all Zululand is boiling like a pot," I replied angrily.
"Have it as you will, Macumazahn," she said, and at that moment her quiet, searching eyes and fixed smile were hateful to me.
"At least you admit that you do fear.

Well, for the lady Heddana fear nothing.

I sleep across the door of her hut, and while I who have learned to love her, live, I say--for her fear nothing, whatever may chance or whatever you may see or hear." "I believe you, but, Nombe, you might die." "Yes, I may die, but be sure of this, that when I die she will be safe, and he who loves her also.