So you see, when all is said and done, Mkuni was a man worthy of respect. He always had mine, and we were fast friends.
It fell to my lot to tell him of the bridge which would stand astride the tumbling waters. He was interested, and gave his consent without reserve.
When he asked me how it was going to be done, I had to confess I did not know; engineering feats are not in my line.
"Are you going to build it, Morena?"
"No."
"Who then will build this bridge?"
"The people of the Great Man."
"The King of all the white men?"
"No, not he himself, but one of his greatest men."
"If the King would build it, I should believe, or," he added most politely, "if you would build it, I should agree that it can be done, but what do others know of bridges?"