gema asked the soothsayer what name
would be fittest for him, the wise man said:

"Call him Kimyera--the mighty one."

Some months after this, when Kimyera was about a year old, Wanyana came
to the potter's house to purchase pots for her household, and while she
was seated in the porch selecting the soundest among them, she heard a
child crying within.

"Ah, has thy wife had a child lately? I did not observe or hear when I
last visited thee that she was likely to become a mother."

"No, princess," replied Mugema; "that is the cry of a child I discovered
in the clay-pit about a year ago."

Wanyana's heart gave a great jump, and for a moment she lost all
recollection of where she was. Recovering herself with a great effort,
she bade Mugema tell her all about the incident: but while he related
the story, she was busy thinking how she might assure herself of his
secrecy if she declared herself to be the mother of the child.

Mugema, before concluding his story, did not fail to tell Wanyana how
for a time he had suspected his wife of having played him falsely, and
that though he had no grounds for the suspicion further than that the
clay-pit was his own and the child had been found in it, he was not
quite clear in his mind yet, and he would be willing to slave a long
time for any person who could thoroughly disabuse his mind of the doubt,
as, with that exception, his wife was the cleverest and best woman in
Unyoro.

Wanyana, perceiving her opportunity, said:

"Well, much as I affected not to know about the child, I know whose
child it is, and who placed it in the pit."

"Thou, princess!" he cried.

"Yes, and, if thou wilt take an oath upon the great Muzimu to keep it
secret, I will disclose the name of the mother."

"Thou hast my assurance of secrecy upon the condition that the child is
not proved to be my wife's. Whosoever else's it may be, matters not to
me; the child was found, and is mine by right of the finder. Now name
the mother, princess."

"Wanyana!"

"Thine?"

"Even so. It is the offspring of fond love, and Kalimera of Uganda is
his father. The young man belongs to one of the four royal clans of
Uganda, called the Elephant clan. He is the youngest son of the late
king of Uganda. To him, on his father's death, fell his mother's
portion, a pastoral district rich in cattle not far from the frontier of
Unyoro. It was while he drove fat herds here for sale to Uni that he
saw and loved me, and