Awake, White Spirit, awake and show thy power.

Awake! arise unhurt!" I began to respond cheerfully to this imposing invocation.
"Not so fast, Macumazahn," whispered Indaba-zimbi.
I took the hint, and first held up my arm, then lifted my head and let it fall again.
"He lives! by the head of T'Chaka he lives!" roared the soldiers, stricken with mortal fear.
Then slowly and with the greatest dignity I gradually arose, stretched my arms, yawned like one awaking from heavy sleep, turned and looked upon them unconcernedly.

While I did so, I noticed that old Indaba-zimbi was almost fainting from exhaustion.

Beads of perspiration stood upon his brow, his limbs trembled, and his breast heaved.
As for the Zulus, they waited for no more.

With a howl of terror the whole regiment turned and fled across the rise, so that presently we were left alone with the dead, and the swooning child.
"How on earth did you do that, Indaba-zimbi ?" I asked in amaze.
"Do not ask me, Macumazahn," he gasped.