He shall give to your women to have sons of your breed!

He shall give you that which was slain on the hill!

He that walks in a flame in the night!

He that is whiter than the flesh of the baobab!

He shall come forth bearing that which ye seek!

He shall come forth bearing that which is yours!

Hear me, my people, and give voice to my word!”

“Ough! Ough!” came the chorus of assent.

Not a limb nor a hand moved among the concourse of warriors and wizards until a new voice, deep, as one who commands, cried out:

“Let the son of Kawa Kendi, the son of MFunya MPopo, the son of MKoffo, move not; neither he nor Marufa, the son of MTungo! Unto ye others we say unto you, depart that we speak in peace with this our son and priest!”