May not we who live in a hell, strive to beat back its flame with the wisdom our forefathers have handed on to us?
Tell me, Vernoon, for I would know." "You make your own hell," answered Alan when with the help of Jeekie he understood her talk.
She pondered over his words for a while, then said: "I must think.

The thing is big.

I wander in blackness; I will speak with you again.

Say now, what else is wrong with me ?" Now Alan thought that he saw opportunity for a word in season and made a great mistake.
"I think that you treat your husband, that man whom you call Mungana, very badly.

Why should you drive him to his death ?" At these words the Asika leapt up in a rage, and seeking something to vent her temper on, violently boxed Jeekie's ears and kicked him with her sandalled foot.
"The Mungana!" she exclaimed, "that beast! What have I to do with him?
I hate him, as I hated the others.