It is the Inkosazana herself," muttered Cetewayo.
"Has she come then ?" mocked the old wizard.

"Nay, surely it is but a dream, or another of my tricks; some black woman painted white that I have smuggled here in my medicine bag, or rolled up in the blanket on my back.

How can I prove to you that this is not another cheat like to that of the spirit of Mameena whom the white man, her lover, did not know again?
Go near to her you must not, even if you could, seeing that if by chance she should _not_ be a cheat, you would die, every man of you, for woe to him whom Nomkubulwana touches.

How then, how?
Ah! I have it.
Doubtless in his pocket Macumazahn yonder hides a little gun, Macumazahn who with such a gun can cut a reed in two at thirty paces, or shave the hair from the chin of a man, as is well known in the land.

Let him then take his little gun and shoot at that which you say stands upon the rock.