shall know it again when all is done. The voice in the shadow sang on

till the whole place was full of the sound of its singing, and even

the dead seemed to listen. Chaka heard it and shook with fear, but his

ears were deaf to its burden, though mine were open.

The voice came nearer, and now in the shadow there was a faint glow of

light, like the glow that gathers on the six-days' dead. Slowly it

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