“Nkose is even as Umlimo. The dark mysteries of the Great bold no terrors for him?”
“Not any,” was the laconic reply.
“Yet it is certain death to look into such.”
“Death is certain, but the time of death, never. I have looked at ‘certain death’ before, yet here I am.”
“Au, Nkose! What you desire is not possible, save by one way.”
“And that way?”
“Is known to me alone.”
“And you are going to make it known to me. Now, Hlangulu, men are men, and men have motives. Why are you going to do this?”
“What is that which is most desired by all white men, Nkose?”
“Gold.”