Now suddenly in the pass of the mountains along which I sped, there appeared before me a very beautiful woman whose skin shone like the best copper coffee kettle after I have polished it, Baas.

She was dressed in a leopard-like moocha and wore on her shoulders a fur kaross, and about her neck a circlet of blue beads, and from her hair there rose one crane's feather tall as a walking-stick, and in her hand she held a little spear.

No flowers sprang beneath her feet when she walked towards me and no birds sang, only the air was filled with the sound of a royal salute which rolled among the mountains like the roar of thunder, and her eyes flashed like summer lightning." Now I let my hands fall and stared at him, for well I knew what was coming.
"'Stand, yellow man!' she said, 'and give me the royal salute.' "So I gave her the _Bayete_, though who she might be I did not know, since I did not think it wise to stay to ask her if it were hers of right, although I should have liked to do so.

Then she said: 'The Old Man on the plain yonder and those two pale White Ones have talked to you of their love for your master, the Lord Macumazana.

I tell you, little Yellow Dog, that they do not know what love can be.