proximity, he had gotten strength to doubt the efficacy of Bakuma's
sacrifice to restore the kingdom, a strength which prompted him to say:

"Who is he that has said that Moonspirit be the twin of Eyes-in-the-hands?
Enemies there are even among whites. If he be an enemy of
Eyes-in-the-hands and he be a great magician, as they say, then through
his magic may not Eyes-in-the-hands be slain?"

"He hath but young words," asserted Bakahenzie stonily.

"But Mungongo, the son of Marula, saith that----"

"Dost thou ask an infant to teach thee to hunt?" retorted Bakahenzie.

"Doth a warrior ask his women to mend his wounds?" added Marufa, putting
in a gentle reminder that Zalu Zako was merely a chief and not of the
craft.

"He hath been exorcised, let him be brought and put to the test before
me," persisted Zalu Zako.

"That may not be," objected Bakahenzie, "for thou art not yet anointed."

"But that which is necessary has not yet been done," objected Zalu Zako
obstinately. "If he have no magic and his heart be not white, then let him
be doomed for the Feast of the Moon." And gaining courage, added the royal
phrase: "I have spoken."

The three sat motionless. The silence twittered and hummed. The shadows
swelled. Bakahenzie rose slowly and stalked away through the compound.
Zalu Zako watched his departure without remark or expression. After an
interval, Marufa also went.

Another person upon whom the news of the discovery had had a similar
reaction was MYalu. Her proximity released the primitive desire to go
forth and seize her. But such action was arrested by fear of the
consequences from his fellows to whom the tabu was still real, and of the
white man, Moonspirit. MYalu could never overcome the fiat of the
witch-doctors while he remained with them. Yonder--his decision to go with
Yabolo and Sakamata was clinched, but--he would take Bakuma with him.

Straight to the hut of Bakahenzie, who seemed to be expecting him, stalked
Marufa. Marufa squatted solemnly near to him. These catastrophic events
had caused a general unrest which had weakened the discipline of
superstition.

There are two types of magicians: those who are partially conscious
hypocrites, and those who are gulled by their own fakes; for he who makes
magic must be ever ready with an explanation of failure and very ingenious
in the making. The fool, believing in his own medicine, is as much
astounded at failure as the victim is angry. Bakahenzie and