“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.”