hat are
left, and let him who shall be brought to thee gird on the skin of grey.
Where ye twain lead them, there shall they raven, bringing you victory
till all are dead. But know this, that there only may they raven where
in life they ravened, seeking for their food. Yet, that was an ill gift
thou tookest from my mother--the gift of the Watcher, for though without
the Watcher thou hadst never slain the king of the ghost-wolves, yet,
bearing the Watcher, thou shalt thyself be slain. Now, on the morrow
carry me back to my mother, so that I may sleep where the ghost-wolves
leap no more. I have spoken, Galazi.'

"Now the Dead One's voice seemed to grow ever fainter and more hollow
as he spoke, till at the last I could scarcely hear his words, yet I
answered him, asking him this:--

"'Who is it, then, that the lion shall bring to me to rule with me over
the ghost-wolves, and how is he named?'

"Then the Dead One spoke once more very faintly, yet in the silence of
the place I heard his words:--

"'He is named Umslopogaas the Slaughterer, son of Chaka, Lion of the
Zulu."

Now Umslopogaas started up from his place by the fire.

"I am named Umslopogaas," he said, "but the Slaughterer I am not named,
and I am the son of Mopo, and not the son of Chaka, Lion of the Zulu;
you have dreamed a dream, Galazi, or, if it was no dream, then the Dead
One lied to you."

"Perchance this was so, Umslopogaas," answered Galazi the Wolf. "Perhaps
I dreamed, of perhaps the Dead One lied; nevertheless, if he lied in
this matter, in other matters he did not lie, as you shall hear.

"After I had heard these words, or had dreamed that I heard them, I
slept indeed, and when I woke the forest beneath was like the clouds of
mist, but the grey light glinted upon the face of her who sits in stone
above. Now I remembered the dream that I had dreamed, and I would see
if it were all a dream. So I rose, and leaving the cave, found a place
where I might climb up to the breasts and head of the stone Witch. I
climbed, and as I went the rays of the sun lit upon her face, and I
rejoiced to see them. But, when I drew near, the likeness to the face
of a woman faded away, and I saw nothing before me but rugged heaps of
piled-up rock. For this, Umslopogaas, is the way of witches, be they of
stone or flesh--when you draw near to them they change their shape.

"Now I was on the breast of the mountain, and wandered to and for awhile
between the great heaps of