Brother John ordered him to be
wrapped up in a blanket and laid by the fire, and this was done.
Presently Mavovo approached and squatted down in front of us.
"Macumazana, my father," he said quietly, "what words have you for
me?"
"Words of thanks, Mavovo. If you had not been so quick, Imbozwi would
have finished me. As it is, the knife only touched my skin without
breaking it, for Dogeetah has looked to see."
Mavovo waved his hand as though to sweep this little matter aside, and
asked, looking me straight in the eyes:
"And what other words, Macumazana? As to my Snake I mean."
"Only that you were right and I was wrong," I answered shamefacedly.
"Things have happened as you foretold, how or why I do not
understand."
"No, my father, because you white men are so vain" ("blown out was his
word), "that you think you have all wisdom. Now you have learned that
this is not so. I am content. The false doctors are all dead, my
father, and I think that Imbozwi----"
I held up my hand, not wishing to hear details.
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