“Backward, yes, before very little; since you came, not at all, because my heart is a coward and I fear what I might see.  Oh!  Vernoon, Vernoon, I know you and your thoughts.  You think me a beautiful beast who loves like a beast, who loves you because you are white and different from our men.  Well, what there is of the beast in me the gods of my people gave, for they are devils and I am their servant.  But there is more than that, there is good also which I have won for myself.  I knew you would come even before I had seen your face, I knew you would come,” she went on passionately, “and that is why I was yours already.  But what would befall after you came, that I neither knew, nor know, because I will not seek, who could learn it all.”

He looked at her and she saw the doubt in his eyes.

“You do not believe me, Vernoon.  Very well, this night you shall see, you and that black dog of yours, that you may know I do not trick you, and he shall tell me what you see, for he being but a low-born pig will speak the truth, not minding if it hurts me, whereas you are gentle and might spare, and myself I have sworn not to search the future by an oath that I may not break.”

“What of the past?” asked Alan.

“We will not waste time on it, for I know it all.  Vernoon, have you no memories of Asiki-land?  Do you think you never visited it before?”

“Never,” said Alan; “it was my uncle who came and ran away with Little Bonsa on his head.”

“That is news indeed,” she replied mockingly.  “Did you then think that I believed it to be you, though it is true that she who went before, or my spirit that was in her, fell into error for an hour, and thought that fool-uncle of yours was the Man.  When she found her mistake she let him go, and bade the god go with him that it might bring back the appointed Man, as it has done; yes, that Little Bonsa, who knew him of old, might search him out from among all the millions of men, born or unborn, and bring him back to me.  Therefore also she chose a young black dog who would live for many years, and bade the god to take him with her, and told him of the wealth of our people that it might be a bait upon the hook.  Do you see, Vernoon, that yellow dirt was the bait, that I—­I am the hook?  Well, you have felt it before, so it should not gall you overmuch.”

Now Alan was more frightened than he had been since he set foot in Asiki-land, for of a sudden this woman became terrible to him.  He felt that she knew things which were hidden from him.  For the first time he believed in her, believed, that she was more than a mere passionate savage set by chance to rule over a bloodthirsty tribe; that she was one who had a part in his destiny.

“Felt the hook?” he muttered.  “I do not understand.”

“You are very forgetful,” she answered.  “Vernoon, we have lived and loved before, who were twin souls from the first.  That man now, whom I told you lived once on the great river called the Nile, have you no memory of him?  Well, well, let it be, I will tell you afterwards.  Here we are at the Gold House again, to-night when I am ready I will send for you, and this I promise, you shall leave me wiser than you were.”