As has been said, notwithstanding his paint and grotesque decorations, he was very good-looking for a native, with well-cut features of an Arab type.

Also he was tall and muscular and not more than thirty years of age.

What struck Alan most, however, was none of these things, nor his jewelled chains, nor even his gilded pigtail, but his eyes, which were full of terrors.

Seeing them, Alan remembered Jeekie's story, which he had told to Mr.Haswell's guests at The Court, of how the husband of the Asika was driven mad by ghosts.
Just then she spoke to the man, addressing him by name and saying: "Leave us alone, Mungana, I wish to speak with this white lord." He did not seem to hear her words, but continued to stare at Alan.
"Hearken!" she exclaimed in a voice of ice.

"Do my bidding and begone, or you shall sleep alone to-night in a certain chamber that you know of." Then Mungana rose, looked at her as a dog sometimes does at a cruel master who is about to beat it, yes, with just that same expression, put his hands before his eyes for a little while, and turning, left the hall by a side door which closed behind him.