No, from you I cannot hide even the least bit of the truth.

I came to talk with you, but also I came to see Zikali and ask him what a wife should do who hates her husband." "Indeed! And what did he answer you ?" "He answered that he thought she had better run away with another man, if there were one whom she did not hate--out of Zululand, of course," she replied, looking first at me and then at my wagon and the two horses that were tied to it.
"Is that all he said, Mameena ?" "No.

Have I not told you that I cannot hide one grain of the truth from you?
He added that the only other thing to be done was to sit still and drink my sour milk, pretending that it is sweet, until my Spirit gives me a new cow.

He seemed to think that my Spirit would be bountiful in the matter of new cows--one day." "Anything more ?" I inquired.
"One little thing.

Have I not told you that you shall have all--all the truth?
Zikali seemed to think also that at last every one of my herd of cows, old and new, would come to a bad end.