Part 37 (1/2)

”Oh, no, Mac.u.mazahn, there is another in the hut whom you cannot see.

There he stands,” and he pointed towards the hearth. ”Look! The spear is through him and his plume lies on the ground!”

”Through whom, Saduko?”

”Whom? Why, the Prince Umbelazi, whom I betrayed for Mameena's sake.”

”Why do you talk wind, Saduko?” I asked. ”Years ago I saw Indhlovu-ene-Sihlonti die.”

”Die, Mac.u.mazahn! We do not die; it is only our flesh that dies. Yes, yes, I have learned that since we parted. Do you not remember his last words: 'I will haunt you while you live, and when you cease to live, ah!

then we shall meet again'? Oh! from that hour to this he _has_ haunted me, Mac.u.mazahn--he and the others; and now, now we are about to meet as he promised.”

Then once more he hid his eyes and groaned.

”He is mad,” I whispered to Nandie.

”Perhaps. Who knows?” she answered, shaking her head.

Saduko uncovered his eyes.

”Make 'the-thing-that-burns' brighter,” he gasped, ”for I do not perceive him so clearly when it is bright. Oh! Mac.u.mazahn, he is looking at you and whispering. To whom is he whispering? I see! to Mameena, who also looks at you and smiles. They are talking. Be silent. I must listen.”

Now, I began to wish that I were out of that hut, for really a little of this uncanny business went a long way. Indeed, I suggested going, but Nandie would not allow it.