"Now we will make an end," muttered Hadden savagely, and he turned to
seek the assegai, then staggered slowly back with starting eyes and
reeling gait. For there before him, still clad in her white robe, a
spear in her hand, stood the spirit of Nanea!
"Think of it," he said to himself, dimly remembering the words of the
_inyanga_, "when you stand face to face with the ghost of the dead in
the Home of the Dead."
There was a cry and a flash of steel; the broad spear leapt towards him
to bury itself in his breast. He swayed, he fell, and presently Black
Heart clasped that great reward which the word of the Bee had promised
Him.
*****
"Nahoon! Nahoon!" murmured a soft voice, "awake, it is no ghost, but
I--Nanea--I, your living wife, to whom my _Ehlose_[*] has given it me to
save you."
[*] Guardian Spirit.
Nahoon heard and opened his eyes to look and his madness left him.
"Welcome, wife," he said faintly, "now I will live since Death has
brought you back to me in the House of the Dead."
*****
To-day Nahoon is one of the Indunas of the English Government in
Zululand, and there are children about his kraal.
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