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As it is, the knife only touched my skin without breaking it, for Dogeetah has looked to see." Mavovo waved his hand as though to sweep this little matter aside, and asked, looking me straight in the eyes: "And what other words, Macumazana? As to my Snake I mean." "Only that you were right and I was wrong," I answered shamefacedly.
"Then he poured moonshine into your gourd instead of beer," I answered. "Would you keep me here till midnight listening to such foolishness when we must start at dawn? Begone now and let me sleep." "I go," he answered with a little smile. "But if this is so, O Macumazana, why do you also wish to drink of the moonshine of Zikali?" and he went.
Now I remembered what old Zikali had said to me years before to the effect that Saduko was living with a ghost which would kill him. "Does he think much about Umbelazi, Tshoza?" I asked. "O Macumazana, he thinks of nothing else; the Spirit of Umbelazi is in him day and night." "Indeed," I said. "Can I see him?" "I don't know, Macumazahn.
"I meant to, Macumazahn," she answered calmly. "Did I not tell you that there was a flame in me, and it will break out sometimes? But, Macumazahn, it is you who have set fire to the grass, not I. Remember that when half Zululand is in ashes. Farewell, O Macumazana, till we meet again, and," she added softly, "whoever else must burn, may the spirits have you in their keeping."
"Because, my lord Macumazana, there is a prophecy among us that when a gun is fired in Pongo-land, its gods will desert us, and the Motombo, who is their priest, will die. That saying is very old, but until a little while ago none knew what it meant, since it spoke of 'a hollow spear that smoked, and such a weapon was not known to us."
I will keep your counsel, Mameena, but, because you are so beautiful and so wise, and because you say you are fond of me for which I thank you I pray you put away these fearful dreams of yours that in the end, whether they succeed or fail, will send you shivering from the world to give account of them to the Watcher-on-high." "Not so, O Macumazana," she said, with a proud little laugh.
"Then you had better put them in the old guardroom, lock them up with something to eat, and send the stable-boy for the policeman, who is a zany if ever anybody was. I expect they are after the pheasants." "Stop a bit," I said, for an idea had occurred to me. "The message may be meant for me, though I can't conceive who sent it. My native name is Macumazana, which possibly Mr.
Oh! the Motombo was wise when he commanded " and with an effort he stopped. "Well, friend, what is the matter?" I asked. "You see there was no need for you to run. If you had stepped behind me you would have been as safe as you are now after running." "It is so, lord Macumazana, but the thing is strange to me. Forgive me if I do not understand." "Oh! I forgive you, my lord Kalubi that is to be.
How we knew that you were coming and how we came do not matter at all. Believe what you will. Are you ready to start with us, O Lord Macumazana, that you may bring to its death the wicked elephant Jana which ravages our land, and receive the great reward of ivory? If so, your camel waits." "One camel cannot carry four men," I answered, avoiding the question.
I saluted him by lifting my cap, and took my place upon a wooden stool that had been provided for me outside the great hut, in the shadow of which he sat within his isi-gohlo, or private enclosure. "Greeting, O Macumazana," he said. "I am glad to see you safe and well, for I understand that you have been engaged upon a perilous adventure since last we met."
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