Mdingi stood beside Zitu, and his father’s hand rested on the boy’s shoulder affectionately. Zitu beckoned to Nomusa.
“Come, my little hunter!” he said. “I think perhaps it was you who brought such good luck to all of us!”
Nomusa’s face flushed with pride and embarrassment as she listened to her father’s praise. She was glad when she could slip back among the others.
Now Damasi stood beside her, smiling. “Is this not a wonderful celebration?” he asked.
Nomusa agreed it was indeed.
“I see Mdingi is wearing a new leopard skin,” Damasi went on, softly. “And Kangata has a necklace of elephant hair. Did you keep anything for yourself?”
Nomusa shook her head. “I do not need anything. After all, I had the hunt.”
“Perhaps you will find new trophies on next year’s hunt,” suggested Damasi.
“Oh, I shall not go next year!” Nomusa said. “Next year Mdingi will go.”