"Stay awhile, and I will accompany you. Ah! Nanea, I am still weak, and
had it not been for you I think that I should be dead."

"It was Nahoon who saved you--not I, _Inkoos_."

"Nahoon saved my body, but you, Nanea, you alone can save my heart."

"You talk darkly, _Inkoos_."

"Then I must make my meaning clear, Nanea. I love you."

She opened her brown eyes wide.

"You, a white lord, love me, a Zulu girl? How can that be?"

"I do not know, Nanea, but it is so, and were you not blind you would
have seen it. I love you, and I wish to take you to wife."

"Nay, _Inkoos_, it is impossible. I am already betrothed."

"Ay," he answered, "betrothed to the king."

"No, betrothed to Nahoon."

"But it is the king who will take you within a week; is it not so? And
would you not rather that I should take you than the king?"

"It seems to be so, _Inkoos_, and I would rather go with you than with
the king, but most of all I desire to marry Nahoon. It may be that I