that I would get away from the Black Kloof early on
the following morning, if that were possible.

He began to speak of other matters in a low, droning voice, like
a man who converses with himself. Sad, all of them, such as the
haunted death of Saduko who had betrayed his lord, the Prince
Umbelazi, because of a woman, every circumstance of which seemed
to be familiar to him.

I made no answer, who was waiting for an opportunity to leave the
hut, and did not care to dwell on these events. He ceased and
brooded for a while, then said suddenly--

"You are hungry and would eat, Macumazahn, and I who eat little
would sleep, for in sleep the multitudes of Spirits visit me,
bringing tidings from afar. Well, we have spoken together and of
that I am glad, for who knows when the chance will come again,
though I think that soon we shall meet at Ulundi, Ulundi where
Fate spreads its net. What was it I had to say to you? Ah! I
remember. There is one who is always in your thoughts and whom
you wish to see, one too who wishes to see you. You shall, you
shall in payment for the trouble you have taken in coming so far
to visit a poor old Zulu doctor whom, as you told me long ago,
you know to be nothing but a cheat."

He paused and, why I could not tell, I grew weak with fear of I
knew not what, and bethought me of flight.

"It is cold in this hut, is it not?" he went on. "Burn up, fire,
burn up!" and plunging his hand into a catskin bag of medicines
which he wore, he drew out some powder which he threw upon the
embers that instantly burst into bright flame.

"Look now, Macumazahn," he said, "look to your right."

I looked and oh Heaven! there before me with outstretched arms
and infinite yearning on her face, stood Mameena, Mameena as I
had last seen her after I gave her the promised kiss that she
used to cover her taking of the poison. For five seconds,
mayhap, she stood thus, living, wonderful, but still as death,
the fierce light showing all. Then the flame died down again and
she was gone.

I turned and next instant was out of the hut, pursued by the
terrible laughter of Zikali.

CHAPTER XII

TRAPPED

Outside in the cool night air I recovered myself, sufficiently at
any rate to be able to think, and saw at once that the thing was
an illusion for which Zikali had prepared my mind very carefully
by means of the young witch-doctoress, Nombe. He knew well
enough that this remarkable woman, M