“Now it is strange,” said Hafela, “that these men should fight so bravely, seeing that they are but a handful.  There can be scarce three thousand of them left, and yet I doubt not that before we carry those last walls of theirs as many of us or more will be done.  Ay! and after they are done with, we must meet their great impi when it returns, and of what will befall us then I scarcely like to think.”

“Ill-fortune will befall you while Hokosa lives,” broke in Noma.  “Had it not been for him, this trouble would have been done with by now; but he is a wizard, and by his wizardries he defeats us and puts heart into Nodwengo and the warriors.  You, yourself, have seen him this day defying us, not once but many times, for upon his flesh steel has no power.  Ay! and this is but the beginning of evil, for I am sure that he leads you into some deep trap where you shall perish everlastingly.  Did he not himself declare that the power of that dead white worker of miracles has fallen upon him, and who can fight against magic?”

“Who, indeed?” said Hafela humbly; for like all savages he was very superstitious, and, moreover, a sincere believer in Hokosa’s supernatural capacities.  “This wizard is too strong for us; he is invulnerable, and as I know well he can read the secret thoughts of men and can suck wisdom from the dead, while to his eyes the darkness is no blind.”

“Nay, Hafela,” answered Noma, “there is one crack in his shield.  Hear me:  if we can but catch him and hold him fast we shall have no need to fear him more, and I think that I know how to bait the trap.”

“How will you bait it?” asked Hafela.

“Thus.  Midway between the koppie and the wall behind which lie the men of the king stands a flat rock, and all about that rock are stretched the bodies of dead soldiers.  Now, this is my plan:  that when next one of those dark storm-clouds passes over the face of the moon six of the strongest of our warriors should creep upon their bellies down this way and that, as though they were also numbered with the slain.  This done, you shall despatch a herald to call in the ears of the king that you desire to treat with him of peace.  Then he will answer that if this be so you can come beneath the walls of his camp, and your herald shall refuse, saying that you fear treachery.  But he must add that if Nodwengo will bid Hokosa to advance alone to the flat rock, you will bid me, Noma, whom none can fear, to do likewise, and that there we can talk in sight of both armies, and returning thence, make report to you and to Nodwengo.  Afterwards, so soon as Hokosa has set his foot upon the rock, those men who seem to be dead shall spring upon him and drag him to our camp, where we can deal with him; for once the wizard is taken, the cause of Nodwengo is lost.”

“A good pitfall,” said the prince; “but will Hokosa walk into the trap?”

“I think so, Hafela, for three reasons.  He is altogether without fear; he will desire, if may be, to make peace on behalf of the king; and he has this strange weakness, that he still loves me, and will scarcely suffer an occasion of speaking with me to go past, although he has divorced me.”