Oh! don't be afraid.

I mean here beneath the sun, in the land beyond there will be no need for her to meet you since she will dwell ever at your side." "Why do you lie to me, Zikali ?" I seemed to ask.

"How can a dead man speak to you and how can I meet a woman who is dead ?" "Seek the answer to that question in the hour of the battle when the white men, your brothers, fall beneath assegai as weeds fall before the hoe--or perhaps before it.

But have done with Mameena, since she who never grows more old can well afford to wait.

It is not of Mameena that you came to speak to me; it is of a fair white woman named Heddana you would speak, and of the man she loves, you, who will ever be mixing yourself up in affairs of others, and therefore must bear their burdens with no pay save that of honour.