go to seek him."

"And if the boy is not dead, Baleka, what then?"

"What is that you said?" she answered, turning on me with wild eyes.
"Oh, say it again--again, Mopo! I would gladly die a hundred deaths to
know that Umslopogaas still lives."

"Nay, Baleka, I know nothing. But last night I dreamed a dream," and I
told her all my dream, and also of that which had gone before the dream.

She listened as one listens to the words of a king when he passes
judgement for life or for death.

"I think that there is wisdom in your dreams, Mopo," she said at length.
"You were ever a strange man, to whom the gates of distance are no bar.
Now it is borne in upon my heart that Umslopogaas still lives, and now I
shall die happy. Yes, gainsay me not; I shall die, I know it. I read it
in the king's eyes. But what is it? It is nothing, if only the prince
Umslopogaas yet lives."

"Your love is great, woman," I said; "and this love of yours has brought
many woes upon us, and it may well happen that in the end it shall all
be for nothing, for there is an evil fate upon us. Say now, what shall I
do? Shall I fly, or shall I abide here, taking the chance of things?"

"You must stay here, Mopo. See, now! This is in the king's mind. He
fears because of the death of his mother at his own hand--yes, even he;
he is afraid lest the people should turn upon him who killed his own
mother. Therefore he will give it out that he did not kill her, but
that she perished in the fire which was called down upon your kraals
by witchcraft; and, though all men know the lie, yet none shall dare
to gainsay him. As he said to you, there will be a smelling out, but a
smelling out of a new sort, for he and you shall be the witch-finders,
and at that smelling out he will give to death all those whom he fears,
all those whom he knows hate him for his wickedness and because with
his own hand he slew his mother. For this cause, then, he will save you
alive, Mopo--yes, and make you great in the land, for if, indeed, his
mother Unandi died through witchcraft, as he shall say, are you not
also wronged by him, and did not your wives and children also perish by
witchcraft? Therefore, do not fly; abide here and become great--become
great to the great end of vengeance, Mopo, my brother. You have much
wrong to wreak; soon you will have more, for I, too, shall be gone, and
my blood also shall cry for vengeance to you. Hearken, Mopo. Are there
not other princes in the land?