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great hand he lifted my head gently as a woman might, saying--

"Look before you, Macumazahn."

I looked and saw that I was in some kind of a cave. Outside the
sun was setting and against its brightness I perceived two
figures, a white man and a white woman who were walking hand in
hand and gazing into each other's eyes. They were Anscombe and
Heda passing the mouth of the cave.

"Behold the murdered, O Macumazahn, dealer of hard words."

"It is only a trick," I murmured. "Kaatje saw them dead and
buried."

"Yes, yes, I forgot. The fat fool-woman saw them dead and
buried. Well, sometimes the dead come to life again and for good
purpose, as you should know, Macumazahn, who followed the counsel
of a certain Mameena and wandered here instead of rushing onto
the Zulu spears."

I tried to think the thing out and could not, so only asked--

"How did I come? What happened to me?"

"I think the sun smote you first who had no covering on your head
and the lightning smote you afterwards. Yet all the while that
reason had left you, One led your horse and after the Heavens had
tried to kill you and failed, perhaps because my magic was too
strong for them, One sent that beast which you found, yes, sent
it here to lead us to where you lay. There you were discovered
and brought hither. Now sleep lest you should go further than
even I can fetch you back again."

He held his hands above my head, seeming to grow in stature till
his white hair touched the roof of the cave, and in an instant I
fancied that I was falling away, deep, deep into a gulf of
nothingness.

There followed another period of dreaming, in which dreams I
seemed to meet all sorts of people, dead and living, especially
Lady Ragnall, a friend of mine with whom I had been concerned in
a very strange adventure among the Kendah people* and with whom
in days to come I was destined to be concerned again, although of
course I knew nothing of this, in a still stranger adventure of
what I may call a spiritual order, which I may or may not try to
reduce to writing. It seemed to me that I was constantly dining
with her tete-a-tete and that she told me all sorts of queer
things between the courses. Doubtless these illusions occurred
when I was fed.

[*--See the book called _The Ivory Child._--EDITOR.]

At length I woke up again, feeling much stronger, and saw the
dog, Lost, watching me with its great tender eyes--oh! they talk
of the eyes of women, b