They had done a great deal for me: they had taught me the use of the zabatana, and had promised to make one for me, asking for nothing in return.

They had also promised me a wife.

How had I treated them?
I had deserted them, going away secretly to a distance, leaving them in doubt as to my intentions.
How could they tell why I had gone, and where?
They had an enemy.

Managa was his name; he and his people hated them; I knew that he wished them evil; I knew where to find him, for they had told me.

That was what they thought when I suddenly left them.