I fell into a veritable agony; I trembled and even wept a little.

Then I thought of my father and what he would do in such circumstances, and began to pray as I had never prayed before.
I implored the Power above me to give me strength and wisdom; not to let me fail in this hour of trouble, and thereby bring these poor people to a bloody death.

I prayed till the perspiration streamed down my face; then suddenly I fell into sleep or swoon.

I don't know how long I lay thus, but I think it must have been the best part of an hour.

At last I woke up all in an instant, and as I woke I distinctly heard a tiny voice, unlike any other voice in the whole world, speak inside my head, or so it seemed to me, saying: _"Go to the hill Hloma Amabutu, and watch how the vultures fly.