re
on the knees of the old witch who sits aloft on the Ghost Mountain
waiting for the world to die, for I could understand their talk, though
mine went by them like the wind.

"Macumazahn, they passed away and there came others, Dingaan among them,
aye, Dingaan who also knows something of the Witch-Mountain, seeing that
there Mopo and I hurled him to his death. With him also I would have had
words, but it was the same story, only presently he caught sight of the
Black One, yes, of Chaka whom he slew, stabbing him with the little
red assegai, and turned and fled, because in that land I think he still
fears Chaka, Macumazahn, or so the dream told.

"I went on and met others, men I had fought in my day, most of them,
among them was Jikiza, he who ruled the People of the Axe before me whom
I slew with his own axe. I lifted the axe and made me ready to fight
again, but not one of them took any note of me. There they walked about,
or sat drinking beer or taking snuff, but never a sup of the beer or a
pinch of the snuff did they offer me, no, not even those among them whom
I chanced not to have killed. So I left them and walked on, seeking for
Mopo, my foster-father, and a certain man, my blood-brother, by whose
side I hunted with the wolves, yes, for them, and for another."

"Well, and did you find them?" I asked.

"Mopo I found not, which makes me think, Macumazahn, that, as once you
hinted to me, he whom I thought long dead, perchance still lingers on
the earth. But the others I did find . . ." and he ceased, brooding.

Now I knew enough of Umslopogaas's history to be aware that he had loved
this man and woman of whom he spoke more than any others on the earth.
The "blood-brother," whose name he would not utter, by which he did not
mean that he was his brother in blood but one with whom he had made
a pact of eternal friendship by the interchange of blood or some such
ceremony, according to report, had dwelt with him on the Witch-Mountain
where legend told, though this I could scarcely believe, that they had
hunted with a pack of hyenas. There, it said also, they fought a great
fight with a band send out by Dingaan the king under the command of that
Faku whom Umslopogaas had mentioned, in which fight the "Blood-Brother,"
wielder of a famous club known as Watcher-of-the-Fords, got his death
after doing mighty deeds. There also, as I had heard, Nada the Lily,
whose beauty was still famous in the land, died under circumstan