This was the song which the old woman sang to me, Baas." "Why did you not tell me of these matters when we were at Beza-Town and I could have talked with her myself, Hans ?" "For two reasons, Baas.

The first was that I feared, if I told you, you would wish to go on to find these people, whereas I was tired of travelling and wanted to come to Natal to rest.

The second was that on the night when the old woman finished telling me her story, she was taken sick and died, and therefore it would have been no use to bring you to see her.

So I saved it up in my head until it was wanted.
Moreover, Baas, all the Mazitu declared that old woman to be the greatest of liars." "She was not altogether a liar, Hans.

Hear what I have learned," and I told him of the magic of Harut and Marut and of the picture that I had seemed to see of the elephant Jana and of the prayer that Harut and Marut had made to me, to all of which he listened quite stolidly.