silence, for the night was very still. The moon was full also, and

lighted up the dead who lay near to us, so that I could see them all;

yes, I could see even the face of Baleka, my sister--they had thrown

her into the midst of the dead. Never had it looked so beautiful as in

this hour, and yet as I gazed I grew afraid. Only the far end of the

"Thou wouldst not have won thy bet now, Mopo, my servant," said Chaka.

"See, they have sunk together! The donga is not full by the length of

I did not answer, but at the sound of the king's voice jackals stirred