drew nearer, through the shadow, and as it came I saw that the shape

of the light was the shape of a woman. Now I could see it well, and I

knew the face of glory. My father, it was the face of the Inkosazana-

y-Zulu, the Queen of Heaven! She came towards us very slowly, gliding

down the gulf that was full of dead, and the path she trod was paved

with the dead; and as she came it seemed to me that shadows rose from

the dead, following her, the Queen of the Dead--thousands upon

thousands of them. And, ah! her glory, my father--the glory of her