Moreover, his lips quivered and his eyes were full of terrors.
"Is it really you, Macumazahn ?" he said in a weak voice.

"Come, then, and stand quite close to me, so that he may not get between us," and he stretched out his bony hand.
I took the hand; it was icy cold.
"Yes, yes, it is I, Saduko," I said in a cheerful voice; "and there is no man to get between us; only the lady Nandie, your wife, and myself are in the hut; she who watched you has gone." "Oh, no, Macumazahn, there is another in the hut whom you cannot see.
There he stands," and he pointed towards the hearth.

"Look! The spear is through him and his plume lies on the ground!" "Through whom, Saduko ?" "Whom?
Why, the Prince Umbelazi, whom I betrayed for Mameena's sake." "Why do you talk wind, Saduko ?" I asked.

"Years ago I saw Indhlovu-ene-Sihlonti die." "Die, Macumazahn! We do not die; it is only our flesh that dies.

Yes, yes, I have learned that since we parted.