For a minute or more Nanea stood thus, her sweet face bathed in the
sunbeam, while Hadden feasted his eyes upon its beauty. Then sighing
heavily, she turned, and seeing that he was awake, started, drew her
mantle over her breast and came, or rather glided, towards him.

"The chief is awake," she said in her soft Zulu accents. "Does he need
aught?"

"Yes, Lady," he answered; "I need to drink, but alas! I am too weak."

She knelt down beside him, and supporting him with her left arm, with
her right held the gourd to his lips.

How it came about Hadden never knew, but before that draught was
finished a change passed over him. Whether it was the savage girl's
touch, or her strange and fawn-like loveliness, or the tender pity in
her eyes, matters not--the issue was the same. She struck some cord in
his turbulent uncurbed nature, and of a sudden it was filled full with
passion for her--a passion which if, not elevated, at least was real.
He did not for a moment mistake the significance of the flood of feeling
that surged through his veins. Hadden never shirked facts.

"By Heaven!" he said to himself, "I have fallen in love with a black
beauty at first sight--more in love than I have ever been before. It's
awkward, but there will be compensations. So much the worse for Nahoon,
or for Cetywayo, or for both of them. After all, I can always get rid of
her if she becomes a nuisance."

Then, in a fit of renewed weakness, brought about by the turmoil of his