Then Nandie rose also, and spoke in her quiet voice.

“Saduko, my husband,” she said, “I, a Princess of the Zulu House, married you who are not of royal blood because I loved you, and although Panda the King and Umbelazi the Prince wished it, for no other reason whatsoever.  Well, I have been faithful to you through some trials, even when you set the widow of a wizard—­if, indeed, as I have reason to suspect, she was not herself the wizard—­before me, and although that wizard had killed our son, lived in her hut rather than in mine.  Now this woman of whom you thought so much has deserted you for your friend and my brother, the Prince Umbelazi—­Umbelazi who is called the Handsome, and who, if the fortune of war goes with him, as it may or may not, will succeed to Panda, my father.  This she has done because she alleges that I, your Inkosikazi and the King’s daughter, treated her as a servant, which is a lie.  I kept her in her place, no more, who, if she could have had her will, would have ousted me from mine, perhaps by death, for the wives of wizards learn their arts.  On this pretext she has left you; but that is not her real reason.  She has left you because the Prince, my brother, whom she has befooled with her tricks and beauty, as she has befooled others, or tried to”—­and she glanced at me—­“is a bigger man than you are.  You, Saduko, may become great, as my heart prays that you will, but my brother may become a king.  She does not love him any more than she loved you, but she does love the place that may be his, and therefore hers—­she who would be the first doe of the herd.  My husband, I think that you are well rid of Mameena, for I think also that if she had stayed with us there would have been more deaths in our House; perhaps mine, which would not matter, and perhaps yours, which would matter much.  All this I say to you, not from jealousy of one who is fairer than I, but because it is the truth.  Therefore my counsel to you is to let this business pass over and keep silent.  Above all, seek not to avenge yourself upon Umbelazi, since I am sure that he has taken vengeance to dwell with him in his own hut.  I have spoken.”

That this moderate and reasoned speech of Nandie’s produced a great effect upon Saduko I could see, but at the time the only answer he made to it was: 

“Let the name of Mameena be spoken no more within hearing of my ears.  Mameena is dead.”

So her name was heard no more in the Houses of Saduko and of Umbezi, and when it was necessary for any reason to refer to her, she was given a new name, a composite Zulu word, “O-we-Zulu”, I think it was, which is “Storm-child” shortly translated, for “Zulu” means a storm as well as the sky.

I do not think that Saduko spoke of her to me again until towards the climax of this history, and certainly I did not mention her to him.  But from that day forward I noted that he was a changed man.  His pride and open pleasure in his great success, which had caused the Zulus to name him the “Self-eater,” were no longer marked.  He became cold and silent, like a man who is thinking deeply, but who shutters his thoughts lest some should read them through the windows of his eyes.  Moreover, he paid a visit to Zikali the Little and Wise, as I found out by accident; but what advice that cunning old dwarf gave to him I did not find out—­then.