DREAMS--NEW AND GREAT.

Now, time went by, and of Lalusini I saw nothing, nor could I find

opportunity of speaking with her alone. I was greatly troubled in mind,

too; for I thought the King desired her--he who cared not usually about

women--and my days were heavy and my dreams dark.

We were seated alone, the King and I. We had been talking over many

things, as our way was; for Umzilikazi seemed to trust me more and more,

till it was whispered that I had become the most powerful man in the

nation, young as I was--more powerful than Mcumbete, the chief _induna_,

or even than Kalipe, the commander of the army. As we sat thus, the

King said--

"It seems to me, son of Ntelani, that we have sorcerers enough and to

spare. Now this one which came last among us is one too many.

Wherefore, as she is young and well-favoured, I will take her to wife,

so shall she practise sorcery no more."

Here was a dark curtain for my eyes--I, who loved Lalusini. But I only

answered that it was good--that the small wishes of the King were the

great ones of his children.

"That is well said, Untuswa! Go now, and bring hither this sorceress,

that she may learn to what great end she was born."

I saluted, and, going forth, proceeded straight to Lalusini's hut,

sending in women to tell her the Great Great One desired speech with

her. Then I returned to the King, fearing to be alone with Lalusini,

lest I should by word or look betray myself--betray us both. And as I

went I remembered her words, spoken first in the hiding-place up yonder,

on the mountain of death: "There is that by which even Umzilikazi dare

not wed me." What was behind this saying? For a matter which should

come between the King and his will must indeed be weighty--nothing less

than one of life or death.

Lalusini stood before the King, royal in the stately splendour of her

beauty; her large eyes smiling down upon him as she uttered the _Bayete_

in a voice like the murmuring of trees, yet not bending over much.

"_Whau_! It shall be so!" I heard him mutter, after gazing at her for

a short space in silence and admiration.

"Hearken, my sister!" he said aloud. "Among this people there are

sorcerers and diviners enough already. And now thou art another of

them--yet thy _muti_ is great."

"Would the King sit here to-day, but for that _muti_?" she answered.

"Here or on a darker seat? Yet it matters not that I should wander

again if I am to find no resting-place among this people. Still, there

are others."

"That is not my mind, thou who art from nowhere," said Umzilikazi.

"Thou art indeed fair and goodly enough for a queen--and a queen thou

shalt be. Thou shalt be at the head of the _isigodhlo_, and the delight

of a King."

Now my eyes were fixed upon the face of Lalusini; but over it came no

change.

"That cannot be, Great Great One!" she answered.

"Cannot be? Ha!" cried Umzilikazi, gazing at her in displeasure and

amazement. "Are, then, the wishes of a King to be uttered twice?"

"Thou art all-powerful, O Black Elephant," she said. "The elephant may

rend down forest-trees and loosen rocks with his might. Yet even he

cannot walk against a broad river in flood. There is a law which is

greater than even the wishes of the mightiest of kings."

"What meanest thou, my sister?" said Umzilikazi, in a low but terrible

voice.

"Thou doest well to call me thus, son of Matyobane; for within me runs

the blood of Matyobane."

"Ha!"

So great was his astonishment that for a space, save that one amazed

gasp, no word could the King utter. Now stood revealed the meaning of

that saying of hers; for, _Nkose_, so strict is this custom among us

Amazulu, that no man may take to wife any girl within whose veins runs a

drop of his own blood, or, indeed, as to whom exists the barest

suspicion that such may be the case. Wherefore, in declaring herself to

be of the blood of Umzilikazi's father, Lalusini knew that even the King

himself dare not take her to wife; nor, indeed, would he desire to, once

convinced of the truth of her words.

"Is this indeed so?" he said at last, frowning suspiciously, for a king

likes not to be balked in the desire of his heart, be the reason never

so good.

"Say, then, who was thy father?"

"First look at me; Great Great One. Are we not of a royal tree, we in

whom runs the same blood?"

Now the King started slightly, and I, too, marking that royal stamp

which rested upon Lalusini, saw for the first time a certain degree of

likeness between them.

"Of my father I cannot speak," she went on. "My mother was Laliwa,

sister of Matyobane."

"_Au_!"

"A wonder!" broke from myself and the King at once. For she had named

one of the inferior wives of Tshaka the Terrible. Well might we cry out

in amazement. This strange beautiful woman, this sorceress of the

Bakoni, whose witcheries had inspired both of us with love for her, was

of the royal house of Senzangakona, was the daughter of that mighty

king, the terror of whose name spread as far as it was known--and even

among ourselves--the great Tshaka, from whom we had revolted and fled.

Truly indeed had she spoken when saying that she came of a stock greater

than that of Umzilikazi.

"Wonderful things have we heard to-day," said the King. Then jestingly:

"Say, daughter of the Lion whose roar is now silent! Here is a valiant

fighter, my war-captain and councillor, Untuswa. Wouldst thou not wed

with such, the gates of the _isigodhlo_ being now closed?"

Lalusini turned her eyes full upon me for the first time, and the glance

expressed amusement, yet beneath it I could discern something more.

"Did I mate with any, it would indeed be with such a warrior," she said.

"But this is not the day for thoughts of such things, O son of

Matyobane, for great events are maturing."

"And these events--are they for good or for ill?" said Umzilikazi.

"For good or for ill? Ha! There is a darkness over the earth, yet not

the darkness of night. Lo, I see the world beneath the glow of the full

moon, and it is bright as noonday, though softer. And now it is dark,

and the face of the moon is wrapped in blackness until it shines forth

once more. Then beware, King and founder of a new nation; for the

scream of the vultures is borne upon the winds from afar, crying that a

banquet awaits--yes, a banquet awaits!"

Now, Lalusini had sunk back into the state of one who dreams, and when

she awakened, returning as it were to earth once more, she seemed not to

know what words she had uttered, or, indeed, if she had uttered any.

But the King and I forgot them not, and often afterwards did we talk

them over together.

Now Lalusini began to sing in a strange, far-distant tone, and low, but

the words were in the Bakoni tongue, and were mysterious enough even to

me. And the song was of a shield, and seemed to tell of battle and of

blood.

"See, Great Great One," she cried, ceasing, and pointing to the white

shield which the King had given me. "He who bears yonder shield must

not part from it, even for a space, until after the blackness of the

moon. Then it may be that he will part with it forever--yet not."

Her words were dark now, yet, in the fulness of time, were they to be

made plain enough. But the King, dissatisfied, pressed for an

explanation.

"Seek not to look into the mysteries of my magic, son of Matyobane," she

replied, utterly fearless, "for to do so is to render them evil."

"And I fear not such. No dread do I stand in of the sorcery of any.

Ask now, my sister--where is Isilwane, once head of the _izanusi_?

Where Notalwa--and others?" said Umzilikazi, frowning.

"Yet, let will be. Say, Calf of a Black Bull--was my _muti_ for good or

for ill, that guided the shield now borne by Untuswa? The magic of the

Bakoni is as superior to that of the Amazulu as the might in battle of

these last is to that of the peoples they have made an end of."

"What now is thy story, my sister?" said the King, leaving that

question. And some of her story Lalusini gave us then and there--how

that she alone of all his children would Tshakathe Mighty recognise,

even if there were any others who were not slain, for that King desired

not children, lest, growing up, they should plot against him and depose

him. Lalusini, however, he destined to some great though hidden end,

and caused the land far and wide to be searched for those who could

teach her the deeper and most hidden mysteries of their magic. Then it

befell that the two brothers of Tshaka--Dingane and Mhlangana--rose up

against the Great One and slew him, and Lalusini with her mother,

Laliwa, and some others, fled afar to escape the death of the spear, and

after many wanderings and perils reached the land of the Bakoni, which

they deemed remote enough from Dingane. Here Tauane, the chief of that

people, would have wedded her, but she would have none of him or his

plans.

"_Au_! that dog who is burnt!" cried Umzilikazi. "I would he were here

again, that I might make him once more taste fire. _Au_! A dog, to

think to blend the branches of the royal stem of Senzangakona with the

rank weeds of his jackal tribe."

"Not to no purpose had I learned the magic of the wise," went on

Lalusini. "I divined your coming, Great Great One; yes, long before

Untuswa's first embassy appeared in the land, and I welcomed it.

Nothing of it did I say in warning to Tauane and the People of the Blue

Coloured Cattle, save darkly, and, as it were, in jest. And they

mocked."

"If you welcomed our coming, my sister, why didst thou disappear into

air for a space thereafter?" said Umzilikazi cunningly.

"Ha! no evil lay behind that, son of Matyobane. Can two bulls of equal

size dwell in one kraal? Yet Zululand is now just such a kraal, having

two kings, Dingane and Mhlangana. Yet it should have but one."

"_Hau_!" cried the King. "Should that one be Dingane?"

"Not Dingane should it be, Elephant of the Amandebeli," she replied.

"Mhlangana, then?"

"Not Mhlangana, Great Great One in whom flows the blood of my mother."

"Ha! Who, then, Queen of the Bakoni _muti_?"

"Umzilikazi, the son of Matyobane."

"Ha!" broke from us both at the surpassing boldness of this declaration;

and for some moments we sat staring in silence at this wonderful woman.

Then the King took snuff, and, as he did so, I well knew what was

passing in his mind. For, had but another regiment or two cleaved to

us, what time the Amandebeli and we of the Umtetwa tribe, and others,

fled from Zululand, no flight need we have made at all. We would have

marched to Dukuza, and eaten up the whole usurping House of

Senzangakona. Ofttimes had the King thus talked to me since; sorrowing

even now, when it was too late, that the opportunity should have been

allowed to pass. And now this woman--this sorceress of a strange tribe,

yet claiming mighty descent--came thus to hold before Umzilikazi's gaze

a vision of such power as, even in the fulness of his might, the great

Tshaka had never wielded. To combine the warrior strength of our nation

with that of the parent stock of Zululand! _Whau_! there was a destiny!

We should rule the world itself with such a power behind us. No wonder

a strange light gleamed in the eyes of the King as they beheld such a

vision.

"And how shall this be brought about, Lalusini?" he said; more to say

something than because uncertain as to what her reply would be.

"What nation can _konza_ to two kings?" she answered. "Sooner or later

its choice must be made. One or both must fall. Then is the time for

him who was born to be great."

"And if but one fall?"

"Then let the other follow, and speedily. Ha! who would be great and

run no risks! There are many in Zululand yet--many who are still young,

as well as others--who remember how the son of Matyobane led them in

battle. Many who, sitting in their huts at night, whisper, with their

hands to their mouths, the name of Umzilikazi. For the foot of those of

the House of Senzangakona treads heavily."

"And how know you all this, my sister?" said the King, looking sharply

at her.

"Wherefore did I disappear into air for a space?" was her reply, with

just a shade of meaning, quoting Umzilikazi's words.

"Ha! And when the House of Senzangakona is overthrown, what wilt thou,

Lalusini, thou who art of that house thyself?"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge? For the death of the Black One who begat thee?" said

Umzilikazi.

"Revenge!--and one other thing, and this the King will not refuse?"

"And that is--?"

"The time to declare it is not yet, Great Great One."

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