To Rachel she crept, taking no heed even of the King, and crouching down in the faint shadow of her that the moonlight threw, she flung her arms about her knees and pressed her forehead on her feet. Now Rachel’s heart bounded with joy at the sight of her, and she longed to bend down and kiss her, but did not, lest her great dignity should be lessened in the eyes of the King; only she said:
“I greet you, Noie; be seated in my shadow, where you are safe, and tell me, have these men dealt well by you?”
“Not so ill, Inkosazana, that is since I reached the Great Kraal. But one of them, he who sits yonder,” and she pointed to a certain induna, “struck me on the journey, and took away my food.”
Now Rachel looked at the man angrily, playing with the little wand in her hand, whereon this induna shivered with terror, fearing lest she should point it at him. Rising, he came to Rachel and flung himself down before her.
“What have you to say,” asked Rachel, “you who have dared to strike my servant?”
“Inkosazana,” he mumbled, “the maid was obstinate, and tried to run away, and our orders were to bring her to the King. Spare my life, I pray thee.”
“King,” said Rachel, “I have power over this man, have I not?”
“It is so,” answered Dingaan. “Kill him if thou wilt.”
Rachel seemed to consider while the poor wretch, with chattering teeth, implored her to forgive. Then she turned to Noie, saying:
“He struck you, not me. I give him to you to do by as you will. Shall he sleep to-night with the living or the dead?”