Part 25 (1/2)
Umbelazi talked with me a good deal at that time, impressing upon me how friendly he was towards the English white men of Natal, as distinguished from the Boers, and what good treatment he was prepared to promise to them, should he ever attain to authority in Zululand. It was during one of the earliest of these conversations, which, of course, I saw had an ultimate object, that he met Mameena, I think, for the first time.
We were walking together in a little natural glade of the bush that bordered one side of the kraal, when, at the end of it, looking like some wood nymph of cla.s.sic fable in the light of the setting sun, appeared the lovely Mameena, clothed only in her girdle of fur, her necklace of blue beads and some copper ornaments, and carrying upon her head a gourd.
Umbelazi noted her at once, and, ceasing his political talk, of which he was obviously tired, asked me who that beautiful intombi (that is, girl) might be.
”She is not an intombi, Prince,” I answered. ”She is a widow who is again a wife, the second wife of your friend and councillor, Saduko, and the daughter of your host, Umbezi.”
”Is it so, Mac.u.mazahn? Oh, then I have heard of her, though, as it chances, I have never met her before. No wonder that my sister Nandie is jealous, for she is beautiful indeed.”
”Yes,” I answered, ”she looks pretty against the red sky, does she not?”
By now we were drawing near to Mameena, and I greeted her, asking if she wanted anything.
”Nothing, Mac.u.mazahn,” she answered in her delicate, modest way, for never did I know anyone who could seem quite so modest as Mameena, and with a swift glance of her shy eyes at the tall and splendid Umbelazi, ”nothing. Only,” she added, ”I was pa.s.sing with the milk of one of the few cows my father gave me, and saw you, and I thought that perhaps, as the day has been so hot, you might like a drink of it.”
Then, lifting the gourd from her head, she held it out to me.
I thanked her, drank some--who could do less?--and returned it to her, whereon she made as though she would hasten to depart.
”May I not drink also, daughter of Umbezi?” asked Umbelazi, who could scarcely take his eyes off her.
”Certainly, sir, if you are a friend of Mac.u.mazahn,” she replied, handing him the gourd.
”I am that, Lady, and more than that, since I am a friend of your husband, Saduko, also, as you will know when I tell you that my name is Umbelazi.”
”I thought it must be so,” she replied, ”because of your--of your stature. Let the Prince accept the offering of his servant, who one day hopes to be his subject,” and, dropping upon her knee, she held out the gourd to him. Over it I saw their eyes meet. He drank, and as he handed back the vessel she said:
”O Prince, may I be granted a word with you? I have that to tell which you would perhaps do well to hear, since news sometimes reaches the ears of humble women that escapes those of the men, our masters.”
He bowed his head in a.s.sent, whereon, taking a hint which Mameena gave me with her eyes, I muttered something about business and made myself scarce. I may add that Mameena must have had a great deal to tell Umbelazi. Fully an hour and a half had gone by before, by the light of the moon, from a point of vantage on my wagon-box, whence, according to my custom, I was keeping a lookout on things in general, I saw her slip back to the kraal silently as a snake, followed at a little distance by the towering form of Umbelazi.
Apparently Mameena continued to be the recipient of information which she found it necessary to communicate in private to the prince. At any rate, on sundry subsequent evenings the dullness of my vigil on the wagon-box was relieved by the sight of her graceful figure gliding home from the kloof that Umbelazi seemed to find a very suitable spot for reflection after sunset. On one of the last of these occasions I remember that Nandie chanced to be with me, having come to my wagon for some medicine for her baby.
”What does it mean, Mac.u.mazahn?” she asked, when the pair had gone by, as they thought un.o.bserved, since we were standing where they could not see us.
”I don't know, and I don't want to know,” I answered sharply.
”Neither do I, Mac.u.mazahn; but without doubt we shall learn in time. If the crocodile is patient and silent the buck always drops into its jaws at last.”
On the day after Nandie made this wise remark Saduko started on a mission, as I understood, to win over several doubtful chiefs to the cause of Indhlovu-ene-sihlonti (the Elephant-with-the-tuft-of-hair), as the Prince Umbelazi was called among the Zulus, though not to his face.
This mission lasted ten days, and before it was concluded an important event happened at Umbezi's kraal.
One evening Mameena came to me in a great rage, and said that she could bear her present life no longer. Presuming on her rank and position as head-wife, Nandie treated her like a servant--nay, like a little dog, to be beaten with a stick. She wished that Nandie would die.
”It will be very unlucky for you if she does,” I answered, ”for then, perhaps, Zikali will be summoned to look into the matter, as he was before.”
What was she to do, she went on, ignoring my remark.
”Eat the porridge that you have made in your own pot, or break the pot”
(i.e. go away), I suggested. ”There was no need for you to marry Saduko, any more than there was for you to marry Masapo.”