That knowledge came with reflection, but then I could have sworn, being deceived by the uncertain light, that the long dead Mameena stood before us as she had seemed to stand before me in the hut of Zikali, radiating a kind of supernatural life and beauty.
A little wind arose, shaking the dry leaves of the aloes in the kloof; I thought it whispered--_Hail, Mameena!_ Some of the older men, too, among them a few who had seen her die, in trembling voices murmured, "It is Mameena!" whereon Zikali scowled at them and they grew silent.
As for the figure it stood there patient and unmoved, like one who has all time at its disposal, playing with the blue beads.

I heard them tinkle against each other, which proves that it was human, for how could a wraith cause beads to tinkle, although it is true that Christmas-story ghosts are said to clank their chains.

Her eyes roved idly and without interest over the semi-circle of terrified men before her.

Then by degrees they fixed themselves upon the tree behind which I was crouching, whereon Goza sank paralyzed to the ground.

She contemplated this tree for a while that seemed to me interminable; it reminded me of a setter pointing game it winded but could not see, for her whole frame grew intent and alert.