Why did Zikali call him Mauriti ?" I wondered drowsily to myself.

"Oh! of course his name is Maurice, and it was a Zulu corruption of a common sort as was Heddana of Heda." Then I dozed off again, and by the morning had forgotten all about my dream until it was brought back to me by subsequent events.
Still it was this and nothing else that put it into my head to fly to Zululand on an emergency that was to arise ere long.* [*--For the history of Zikali and Mameena see the book called _Child of Storm_ by H.Rider Haggard.] That evening Rodd was absent from dinner, and on inquiring where he might be, I was informed that he had ridden to visit a Kaffir headman, a patient of his who lived at a distance, and would very probably sleep at the kraal, returning early next day.

One of the topics of conversation during dinner was as to where the exact boundary line used to run between the Transvaal and the country over which the Basuto chief, Sekukuni, claimed ownership and jurisdiction.

Marnham said that it passed within a couple of miles of his house, and when we rose, the moon being very bright, offered to show me where the beacons had been placed years before by a Boer Commission.

I accepted, as the night was lovely for a stroll after the hot day.