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MAMEENA--MAMEENA--MAMEENA!.
That evening at sunset, just as I was about to trek, for the King had given me leave to go, and at that time my greatest desire in life seemed to be to bid good-bye to Zululand and the Zulus--I saw a strange, beetle-like shape hobbling up the hill towards me, supported by two big men.

It was Zikali.
He passed me without a word, merely making a motion that I was to follow him, which I did out of curiosity, I suppose, for Heaven knows I had seen enough of the old wizard to last me for a lifetime.

He reached a flat stone about a hundred yards above my camp, where there was no bush in which anyone could hide, and sat himself down, pointing to another stone in front of him, on which I sat myself down.

Then the two men retired out of earshot, and, indeed, of sight, leaving us quite alone.
"So you are going away, O Macumazana ?" he said.
"Yes, I am," I answered with energy, "who, if I could have had my will, would have gone away long ago." "Yes, yes, I know that; but it would have been a great pity, would it not?
If you had gone, Macumazahn, you would have missed seeing the end of a strange little story, and you, who love to study the hearts of men and women, would not have been so wise as you are to-day." "No, nor as sad, Zikali.