“‘Do you mean that I shall die if I kill this lad?’ shouted Bangu in a great voice.

“‘What else?’ answered Zikali, taking another pinch of snuff.

“‘This, Wizard; that we will go together.’

“‘Good, good!’ laughed the dwarf.  ’Let us go together.  Long have I wished to die, and what better companion could I find than Bangu, Chief of the Amakoba, Slayer of Children, to guard me on a dark and terrible road.  Come, brave Bangu, come; kill me if you can,’ and again he laughed at him.

“Now, Macumazahn, the people of Bangu fell back muttering, for they found this business horrible.  Yes, even those who held my arms let go of them.

“‘What will happen to me, Wizard, if I spare the boy?’ asked Bangu.

“Zikali stretched out his hand and touched the scratch that the assegai had made in me here.  Then he held up his finger red with my blood, and looked at it in the light of the moon; yes, and tasted it with his tongue.

“‘I think this will happen to you, Bangu,’ he said.  ’If you spare this boy he will grow into a man who will kill you and many others one day.  But if you do not spare him I think that his spirit, working as spirits can do, will kill you to-morrow.  Therefore the question is, will you live a while or will you die at once, taking me with you as your companion?  For you must not leave me behind, brother Bangu.’

“Now Bangu turned and walked away, stepping over the body of my mother, and all his people walked away after him, so that presently Zikali the Wise and Little and I were left alone.

“‘What! have they gone?’ said Zikali, lifting up his eyes from the ground.  ’Then we had better be going also, Son of Matiwane, lest he should change his mind and come back.  Live on, Son of Matiwane, that you may avenge Matiwane.’”

“A nice tale,” I said.  “But what happened afterwards?”

“Zikali took me away and nurtured me at his kraal in the Black Kloof, where he lived alone save for his servants, for in that kraal he would suffer no woman to set foot, Macumazahn.  He taught me much wisdom and many secret things, and would have made a great doctor of me had I so willed.  But I willed it not who find spirits ill company, and there are many of them about the Black Kloof, Macumazahn.  So in the end he said:  ’Go where your heart calls, and be a warrior, Saduko.  But know this:  You have opened a door that can never be shut again, and across the threshold of that door spirits will pass in and out for all your life, whether you seek them or seek them not.’

“‘It was you who opened the door, Zikali,’ I answered angrily.

“‘Mayhap,’ said Zikali, laughing after his fashion, ’for I open when I must and shut when I must.  Indeed, in my youth, before the Zulus were a people, they named me Opener of Doors; and now, looking through one of those doors, I see something about you, O Son of Matiwane.’