aan as I promised our father Mopo, and what shall I say to Dingaan
when he asks for the Lily whom I went out to pluck and whom his heart
desires? What shall I say to save myself alive from the wrath of
Dingaan?"

Then Nada thought and answered, "You shall say this, my brother. You
shall tell him that the Lily, being clothed in the war-dress of a
warrior, fell by chance in the fray. See, now, none of your people know
that you have found me; they are thinking of other things than maids in
the hour of their victory. This, then, is my plan: we will search now by
the starlight till we find the body of a fair maid, for, doubtless, some
were killed by hazard in the fight, and on her we will set a warrior's
dress, and lay by her the corpse of one of your own men. To-morrow, at
the light, you shall take the captains of your soldiers and, having laid
the body of the girl in the dark of the cave, you shall show it to them
hurriedly, and tell them that this was the Lily, slain by one of your
own people, whom in your wrath you slew also. They will not look long on
so common a sight, and if by hazard they see the maid, and think her not
so very fair, they will deem that it is death which has robbed her of
her comeliness. So the tale which you must tell to Dingaan shall be
built up firmly, and Dingaan shall believe it to be true."

"And how shall this be, Nada?" asked Umslopogaas. "How shall this be
when men see you among the captives and know you by your beauty? Are
there, then, two such Lilies in the land?"

"I shall not be known, for I shall not be seen, Umslopogaas. You must
set me free to-night. I will wander hence disguised as a youth and
covered with a blanket, and if any meet me, who shall say that I am the
Lily?"

"And where will you wander, Nada? to your death? Must we, then, meet
after so many years to part again for ever?"

"Where was it that you said you lived, my brother? Beneath the shade
of a Ghost Mountain, that men may know by a shape of stone which is
fashioned like an old woman frozen into stone, was it not? Tell me of
the road thither."

So Umslopogaas told her the road, and she listened silently.

"Good," she said. "I am strong and my feet are swift; perhaps they
may serve to bring me so far, and perhaps, if I win the shadow of that
mountain, you will find me a hut to hide in, Umslopogaas, my brother."

"Surely it shall be so, my sister," answered Umslopogaas, "and yet the
way is long and many dangers li