You hear, Light-in-Darkness, Lord-of-the-Fire," he added suddenly turning on Hans who was squatted near by twiddling his hat with a face that for absolute impassiveness resembled a deal board.
"You hear, he very hungry snake, and you make nice tea for him." Hans rolled his little yellow eyes without even turning his head until they rested on the stately countenance of Harut, and answered in Bantu: "I hear, Liar-with-the-White-Beard, but what have I to do with this matter?
Jana is my enemy who would have killed Macumazana, my master, not your dirty snake.

What is the good of this snake of yours?
If it were any good, why does it not kill Jana whom you hate?
And if it is no good, why do you not take a stick and knock it on the head?
If you are afraid I will do so for you if you pay me.

That for your snake," and very energetically he spat upon the floor.
"All right," said Harut, still speaking in English, "you go kill snake.
Go when you like, no one say no.

Then we give you new name.

Then we call you Lord-of-the-Snake." As Hans, who now was engaged in lighting his corn-cob pipe, did not deign to answer these remarks, Harut turned to me and said: "Lord Macumazana, your leg still bad, eh?
Well, I bring you some ointment what make it quite well; it holy ointment come from the Child.
We want you get well quick." Then suddenly he broke into Bantu.