Now he was travelling along a
strip of turf and ahead of him he heard the music of a river, while to
his left rose a high bank. Presently the turf bent inwards and there,
not twenty yards away from him, was a Kaffir hut standing on the brink
of a river. He looked at it, yes, it was the hut of that accursed
_inyanga_, the Bee, and standing by the fence of it was none other
than the Bee herself. At the sight of her the exhausted horse swerved
violently, stumbled and came to the ground, where it lay panting. Hadden
was thrown from the saddle but sprang to his feet unhurt.
"Ah! Black Heart, is it you? What news of the battle, Black Heart?"
cried the Bee in a mocking voice.
"Help me, mother, I am pursued," he gasped.
"What of it, Black Heart, it is but by one tired man. Stand then and
face him, for now Black Heart and White Heart are together again. You
will not? Then away to the forest and seek shelter among the dead who
await you there. Tell me, tell me, was it the face of Nanea that I saw
beneath the waters a while ago? Good! bear my greetings to her when you
two meet in the House of the Dead.
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