that I will not repeat it, for it is a story by
itself. This I will say only: that Nada was captured by robbers, and for
awhile passed herself off among them as a youth. But, in the end, they
found her out and would have given her as a wife to their chief, only
she persuaded them to kill the chief and make her their ruler. They
did this because of that medicine of the eyes which Nada had only among
women, for as she ruled the Halakazi so she ruled the robbers. But, at
the last, they all loved her, and she gave it out that she would wed
the strongest. Then some of them fell to fighting, and while they killed
each other--for it came about that Nada brought death upon the robbers
as on all others--she escaped, for she said that she did not wish to
look upon their struggle but would await the upshot in a place apart.

After that she had many further adventures, but at length she met an old
woman who guided her on her way to the Ghost Mountain. And who this old
woman was none could discover, but Galazi swore afterwards that she was
the Stone Witch of the mountain, who put on the shape of an aged woman
to guide Nada to Umslopogaas, to be the sorrow and the joy of the People
of the Axe. I do not know, my father, yet it seems to me that the old
witch would scarcely have put off her stone for so small a matter.

Now, when Nada had made an end of her tale, Umslopogaas told his, of how
things had gone with Dingaan. When he told her how he had given the body
of the girl to the king, saying that it was the Lily's stalk, she said
it had been well done; and when he spoke of the slaying of the traitor
she clapped her hands, though Nada, whose heart was gentle, did not love
to hear of deeds of death. At last he finished, and she was somewhat
sad, and said it seemed that her fate followed her, and that now the
People of the Axe were in danger at the hands of Dingaan because of her.

"Ah! my brother," she cried, taking Umslopogaas by the hand, "it were
better I should die than that I should bring evil upon you also."

"That would not mend matters, Nada," he answered. "For whether you be
dead or alive, the hate of Dingaan. Also, Nada, know this: I am not your
brother."

When the Lily heard these words she uttered a little cry, and, letting
fall the hand of Umslopogaas, clasped mine, shrinking up against me.

"What is this tale, father?" she asked. "He who was my twin, he with
whom I have been bred up, says that he has deceived me these