"Say, am I Nombe now?
Or--or am I in truth that Mameena, whose kiss thrills your lips and soul?
Hearken, Macumazahn, for the time is short.
In the rout of the great battle that shall be, do not fly with the white men, but set your face towards Ulundi.

One who was your friend will guard you, and whoever dies, no harm shall come to you now that the fire which burns in my heart has set all Zululand aflame.

Hearken once more.

Hans, the little yellow man who was named Light-in-Darkness, he who died among the Kendah people, sends you salutations and gives you praise.

He bids me tell you that now of his own accord he renders to me, Mameena, the royal salute, because royal I must ever be; because also he and I who are so far apart are yet one in the love that is our life." The smoke blew into my face, causing me to reel back.