No, that is a hard saying; still, there is no doubt that Saduko always first took his own interests into consideration, and how what he did would reflect upon his prospects and repute, or influence the attainment of his desires.

I think this was so even when Mameena was concerned--at any rate, in the beginning--although certainly he always loved her with a single-hearted passion that is very rare among Zulus.
Presently Scowl left the hut to prepare me some broth, whereon Saduko at once turned the talk to this subject of Mameena.
He understood that I had seen her.

Did I not think her very beautiful?
"Yes, very beautiful," I answered; "indeed, the most beautiful Zulu woman I have ever seen." And very clever--almost as clever as a white?
"Yes, and very clever--much cleverer than most whites." And--anything else?
"Yes; very dangerous, and one who could turn like the wind and blow hot and blow cold." "Ah!" he said, thought a while, then added: "Well, what do I care how she blows to others, so long as she blows hot to me." "Well, Saduko, and does she blow hot for you ?" "Not altogether, Macumazahn." Another pause.

"I think she blows rather like the wind before a great storm." "That is a biting wind, Saduko, and when we feel it we know that the storm will follow." "I dare say that the storm will follow, Inkoosi, for she was born in a storm and storm goes with her; but what of that, if she and I stand it out together?
I love her, and I had rather die with her than live with any other woman." "The question is, Saduko, whether she would rather die with you than live with any other man.

Does she say so ?" "Inkoosi, Mameena's thought works in the dark; it is like a white ant in its tunnel of mud.