“Why should I fear to tread a road that awaits the feet of all of us and at the gate of which we knock day by day, especially if we chance to live by war, as do you and I, Macumazahn?” he inquired with a quiet dignity, which made me feel ashamed.

“Why indeed?” I answered, adding to myself, “though I should much prefer any other highway.”

After this we started without more words, I keeping up my spirits by reflecting that the whole business was nonsense and that there could be nothing to dread.

All too soon we passed the ruined archway and were admitted into Ayesha’s presence in the usual fashion.  As Billali, who remained outside of them, drew the curtains behind us, I observed, to my astonishment, that Hans had sneaked in after me, and squatted down quite close to them, apparently in the hope of being overlooked.

It seemed, as I gathered later, that somehow or other he had guessed, or become aware of the object of our visit, and that his burning curiosity had overcome his terror of the “White Witch.”  Or possibly he hoped to discover whether or not she were so ugly as he supposed her veil-hidden face to be.  At any rate there he was, and if Ayesha noticed him, as I think she did, for I saw by the motion of her head, that she was looking in his direction, she made no remark.

For a while she sat still in her chair contemplating us both.  Then she said,

“How comes it that you are late?  Those that seek their lost loves should run with eager feet, but yours have tarried.”

I muttered some excuse to which she did not trouble to listen, for she went on,

“I think, Allan, that your sandals, which should be winged like to those of the Roman Mercury, are weighted with the grey lead of fear.  Well, it is not strange, since you have come to travel through the Gates of Death that are feared by all, even by Ayesha’s self, for who knows what he may find beyond them?  Ask the Axe-Bearer if he also is afraid.”

I obeyed, rendering all that she had said into the Zulu idiom as best I could.

“Say to the Queen,” answered Umslopogaas, when he understood, “that I fear nothing, except women’s tongues.  I am ready to pass the Gates of Death and, if need be, to come back no more.  With the white people I know it is otherwise because of some dark teachings to which they listen, that tell of terrors to be, such as we who are black do not dread.  Still, we believe that there are ghosts and that the spirits of our fathers live on and as it chances I would learn whether this is so, who above all things desire to met a certain ghost, for which reason I journeyed to this far land.

“Say these things to the white Queen, Macumazahn, and tell her that if she should send me to a place whence there is no return, I who do not love the world, shall not blame her overmuch, though it is true that I should have chosen to die in war.  Now I have spoken.”