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Rh  I have forgotten everything. But, Baas, there is still a bottle full of brandy and if I could have just one tot I should forget so much better!

By now we had reached our camp and here I found Umslopogaas sitting in the doorway and staring at the sky.

Good-evening to you, Umslopogaas, I said in my most unconcerned manner, and waited.

Good-evening, Watcher-by-Night, who I thought was lost in the night, since in the end the night is stronger than any of its watchers.

At this cryptic remark I looked bewildered but said nothing. At length Umslopogaas, whose nature, for a Zulu, was impulsive and lacking in the ordinary native patience, asked,

Did you make a journey this evening, Macumazahn, and if so, what did you see?

Did you have a dream this evening, Umslopogaas? I inquired by way of answer, and if so, what was it about? I thought that I saw you shut your eyes in the House of the White One yonder, doubtless because you were weary of talk which you did not understand.

Aye, Macumazahn, as you suppose I grew weary of that talk which flowed from the lips of the White Witch like the music that comes from a little stream babbling over stones when the sun is hot, and being weary, I fell asleep and dreamed. What I dreamed does not much matter. It is enough to say that I felt as though I were thrown through the air like a stone cast from his sling by a boy who is set upon a stage to scare the birds out of a mealie garden. Further than any stone I went, aye, further than a shooting star, till I reached a wonderful place. It does not much matter what it was like either, and indeed I am already beginning to forget, but there I met everyone I have ever known. I met the Lion of the Zulus, the Black One, the Earth-Shaker, he who had a sister named Baleka, which sister, here he dropped his voice and looked about him suspiciously, bore a child, which child was fostered by one Mopo, that Mopo who afterwards slew the Black One with the Princes. Now, Macumazahn, I had a score to settle with this Black One, aye, even though our blood be much of the same colour, I had a score to settle with him, because of the slaying of this sister of his, Baleka,