live. Or am I mad, my father, and did I weave these visions from the

woof of my madness? I do not know, but it is true that I seemed to see

I woke when the sky was grey with the morning light; it was the pain

of my burnt hand that aroused me from my sleep or from my stupor. I

rose shaking the ashes from me, and went without the kraal to wash

away their defilement. Then I returned, and sat outside the gates of

the Emposeni, waiting till the king's women, whom he named his

sisters, should come to draw water according to their custom. At last