“Good morrow to you, Zoola,” said the sweet voice of Noie. “You have slept well. Now you must rise, bathe yourself and eat, for already messengers from the King have been to the outer gate, saying that they wait to escort you to a better house that has been made ready for you.”
“I hoped that they waited to escort me out of Zululand,” answered Rachel.
“I asked them of that, Zoola, but they declared it must not be, as the council of the doctors had been summoned to consider your sayings, and two days will pass before it can meet. Also they declare that your horse is sick and not fit to travel, meaning that they will not let you go.”
“But I have the right to go, Noie.”
“The bird has the right to fly, but what if it is in a cage, Zoola?”
“I am queen here, Noie; the bars will burst at my word.”
“It may be so, Zoola, but what if the bird should find that it has no nest to fly to?”
“What do you mean?” asked Rachel, paling.
“Only that it seems best that you should not anger these Zulus, Lady, lest it should come into their minds to destroy your nest, thinking that so you might come to love this cage. No, no, I have heard nothing, but I guess their thoughts. You need rest; bide here, where you are safe, a day or two, and let us see what happens.”
“Speak plainly, Noie. I do not understand your parable of birds and cages.”