“Must we sit here talking, talking, till daylight?  There is but one man who can know the truth, that is Macumazahn.  Let him deny it as he will, he was the lover of this Mameena while she was alive, for with my own eyes I saw him kiss her before she killed herself.  It is certain, therefore, that he knows if the woman we seemed to see was Mameena or another, since there are things which a man never forgets.  I propose, therefore, that we should question him and form our own judgment of his answer.”

This advice, which seemed to promise a road out of a blind ally, met with instant acceptance.

“Let it be so,” they cried with one voice, and in another minute I was once more conducted from behind my tree and set down upon the stool in front of the Council, with my back to the fire and Zikali, “that his eyes might not charm me.”

“Now, Watcher-by-Night,” said Cetewayo, “although you have lied to us in a certain matter, of this we do not think much, since it is one upon which both men and women always lie, as every judge will know.  Therefore we still believe you to be an honest man, as your dealings have proved for many years.  As an honest man, therefore, we beg you to give us a true answer to a plain question.  Was the Shape we saw before us just now a woman or a spirit, and if a spirit, was it the ghost of Mameena, the beautiful witch who died near this place nearly the quarter of a hundred years ago, she whom you loved, or who loved you, which is just the same thing, since a man always loves a woman who loves him, or thinks that he does?”

Now after reflection I replied in these words and as conscientiously as I could—­

“King and Councillors, I do not know if what we all saw was a ghost or a living person, but, as I do not believe in ghosts, or at any rate that they come back to the world on such errands, I conclude that it was a living person.  Still it may have been neither, but only a mere picture produced before us by the arts of Zikali.  So much for the first question.  Your second is—­was this spirit or woman or shadow, that of her whom I remember meeting in Zululand many years ago?  King and Councillors, I can only say that it was very like her.  Still one handsome young woman often greatly resembles another of the same age and colouring.  Further, the moon gives an uncertain light, especially when it is tempered by smoke from a fire.  Lastly, memory plays strange tricks with all of us, as you will know if you try to think of the face of any one who has been dead for more than twenty years.  For the rest, the voice seemed similar, the beads and ornaments seemed similar, and the figure repeated to me certain words which I thought I alone had heard come from the lips of her who is dead.  Also she gave me a strange message from another who is dead, referring to a matter which I believed was known only to me and that other.  Yet Zikali is very clever and may have learned these things in some way unguessed by me, and what he has learned, others may have learned also.  King and Councillors, I do not think that what we saw was the spirit of Mameena.  I think it a woman not unlike to her who had been taught her lesson.  I have nothing more to say, and therefore I pray you not to ask me any further questions about Mameena of whose name I grow weary.”