Cetewayo caught me by the arm, saying-- "Tell us, are the lips of the dead witch warm or cold ?" "I do not know," I groaned, "for I never touched her." "How he lies! Oh! how he lies even about what our eyes saw," said Cetewayo reflectively as I blundered past him back to my seat, on which I sank half swooning.

When I got my wits again the figure that pretended to be Mameena was speaking, I suppose in answer to some question of Zikali's which I had not heard.

It said-- "O Lord of the Spirits, you have called me from the land of Spirits to make reply as to two matters which have not yet happened upon the earth.

These replies I will give but no others, since the mortal strength that I have borrowed returns whence it came.

The first matter is, if there be war between the White and Black, what will happen in that war?
I see a plain ringed round with hills and on it a strange-shaped mount.