Then the woman stepped forth, smelling blood and having a spear in her hand.

Presently she saw Nada seated upon the grass weaving flowers, and crept towards her to kill her.

Now as she came--so the child told me--suddenly a cold wind seemed to breathe upon Nada, and fear took hold of her, though she did not see the woman who would murder her.

She let fall the flowers, and looked before her into the pool, and there, mirrored in the pool, she saw the greedy face of the child-slayer, who crept down upon her from above, her hair hanging about her brow and her eyes shining like the eyes of a lion.
Then with a cry Nada sprang up and fled along the path which Umslopogaas had taken, and after her leapt and ran the mad woman.

Umslopogaas heard her cry.