Let them remain secret between me and him.

Yes, between me and him and perhaps those to whom they were to be delivered.

For after all, in his own words, who can know exactly where fancies end and truth begin, and whether at times fancies are not the veritable truths in this universal mystery of which the individual life of each of us is so small a part?
Hans repeated what I had spoken to him word for word, as a native does, repeated it twice over, after which he said he knew it by heart and remained silent for a long while.

Then he asked me to lift him up in the doorway of the cell so that he might look at the sun setting for the last time, "for, Baas," he added, "I think I am going far beyond the sun." He stared at it for a while, remarking that from the look of the sky there should be fine weather coming, "which will be good for your journey towards the Black Water, Baas, with all that ivory to carry." I answered that perhaps I should never get the ivory from the graveyard of the elephants, as the Black Kendah might prevent this.
"No, no, Baas," he replied, "now that Jana is dead the Black Kendah will go away.

I know it, I know it!" Then he wandered for a space, speaking of sundry adventures we had shared together, till quite before the last indeed, when his mind returned to him.
"Baas," he said, "did not the captain Mavovo name me Light-in-Darkness, and is not that my name?
When you too enter the Darkness, look for that Light; it will be shining very close to you." He only spoke once more.