"Farewell till we meet again.

Farewell, Macumazahn.

Oh! if you had only run away with Mameena, how different things might have been to-day!" I jumped up and fled from that terrible old dwarf, whom I verily believe-- No; where is the good of my saying what I believe?
I fled from him, leaving him seated on the stone in the shadows, and as I fled, out of the darkness behind me there arose the sound of his loud and eerie laughter.
Next morning I opened the packet which he had given me, after wondering once or twice whether I should not thrust it down an ant-bear hole as it was.

But this, somehow, I could not find the heart to do, though now I wish I had.

Inside, cut from the black core of the umzimbiti wood, with just a little of the white sap left on it to mark the eyes, teeth and nails, was a likeness of Mameena.