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I dismounted and waited while Anscombe, whose foot was now quite well again, helped Heda from the cart which was led away by the servants. Anscombe, who seemed a little oppressed, remarked that this was a strange place. "Yes," said Heda, "but it is magnificent. I like it." Then her eye fell upon Zikali seated before the hut and she turned pale.
For, after determining firmly, for reasons which I will set out, that I would not visit this man, in the end I did so, although by then I had given up any idea of journeying across the Zambesi to look for a mysterious and non-existent witch-woman, as Zikali had suggested that I should do.
I took the talisman, for such I guessed it to be, idly enough, held it to the light to examine it, and started back so violently that almost I let it fall. I do not quite know why I started, but I think it was because some influence seemed to leap from it to me. Zikali started also and cried out, "Have a care, Macumazahn. Am I young that I can bear bring dashed to the ground?" "What do you mean?"
The assegai that pierced her was meant for your heart. Go, thank her, and bid her farewell. Anscombe, stop back with me." We stood still and watched from a little distance. Heda knelt down and put her arms about Nombe. They whispered together into each other's ears. Then they kissed. It was at this moment that Zikali appeared, leaning on two of his servants.
Because, too, I have just been reading your spirit and see that it is still a white spirit, and that you will not whisper it to a 'talking-bird." Now I leant forward and looked at him. "What is the end at which you aim, O Zikali?" I asked. "You are not one who beats the air with a stick; on whom do you wish the stick to fall at last?" "On whom?" he answered in a new voice, a low, hissing voice.
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.
He stood there looking for all the world like a statue of the patriarch Job as I imagine him, and when I had done, replied without moving a muscle and in English: "O Lord, Zikali, Zulu wizard, friend of mine! All great wizard friend just like all elephant and all snake. Zikali make me know Mameena, and she tell me story and send you much love, and say she wait for you always."
"Send a message to the hyenas and tell them where the carcase is; send a message to the hunters and tell them where the buck Zikali crouches on its form! Hearken, Macumazahn, if you do this, or even urge me again to do it, neither you nor your friends shall ever leave the Black Kloof. I have spoken."
"'What will happen to me, Wizard, if I spare the boy? asked Bangu. "Zikali stretched out his hand and touched the scratch that the assegai had made in me here. Then he held up his finger red with my blood, and looked at it in the light of the moon; yes, and tasted it with his tongue. "'I think this will happen to you, Bangu, he said.
About the fifth day after my interview I saw Goza, who told me that the king's messengers were back from the Black Kloof and had brought "a word" for me from Zikali himself. The word was "Bid Goza say to Macumazahn that I was sorry not to see him to say good-bye, because that morning I slept heavily.
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