And now, lest you should be moved to folly and forget your white man's pride, I bid you farewell, O Macumazana.

When we meet again it will be as friends only." Then she went, leaving me feeling smaller than ever I felt in my life, before or since--even smaller than when I walked into the presence of old Zikali the Wise.

Why, I wondered, had she first made a fool of me, and then thrown away the fruits of my folly?
To this hour I cannot quite answer the question, though I believe the explanation to be that she did really care for me, and was anxious not to involve me in trouble and her plottings; also she may have been wise enough to see that our natures were as oil and water and would never blend..