ain. _Au_! It were better so; yet were we sad as we buried the white
priest--burying with him, too, all his possessions and articles of
clothing and sacrifice, even as he used to wear them, deeming that he
would need to make _muti_ where he had gone, even as he had done here.
Yes, we were sorry, for he was a good man and a brave man, that white
teacher, and although I have seen and heard many since, _Nkose_, never
did I hear any who spoke words quite as did that one.

Meanwhile, there was a thought ever present in my mind, and this was the
matter of Lalusini. The King, too, when we were alone together, would,
at times, talk strangely on that subject, as though he would read my
thoughts; and I, recollecting, wondered if I had rendered Tauane's last
words as darkly as I had intended, or if some inkling of the Bakoni
chief's real meaning had not come back to the Great Great One's mind.
But when things had quieted down after our feasting and rejoicing, the
King sent for Lalusini.

"Hail, Black Bull! whose horns are too sharp for the Lion!" was her
salute.

"To thee, greeting, whose voice, singing from the air, brings life to
the dead hearts of defeated warriors," answered Umzilikazi. "Tell me
now, sister, how was that done?"

"Nay, son of Matyobane," she said, with a smile and a shake of the head.
"That may not be. Sufficient is it that I have from the King's own
mouth that my _muti_ did raise the drooping hearts of the warriors, and
thus cause them to triumph over the Lion of the South. Does the word of
the King stand?"

Umzilikazi looked disappointed. Yet it was scarcely a fair thing to
question a sorceress as to the secrets of her magic; and I, sitting
there, hearing her claim the fulfilment of the King's promise,
remembered how I, too, had once done the same, though, then, my case had
been, indeed, a most desperate one.

"What, then, dost thou ask, sister?" he said.

"This, Great Great One. I am tired of wandering. I would fain rest
within the kraal of the Black Bull, and dwell with this nation forever."

"That is granted, daughter of the Mighty," said the King.

"Not all my request is it, Elephant. I am tired of sorcery, I would
fain abandon it and live as others do."

Now we all cried out in surprise, we _izinduna_ who were in attendance
upon the King. After the proof she had given of her astounding powers,
to desire to leave all this and dwell among us as any ordinary woman!
_Whau_! It was a m