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Indeed, all of us waited breathlessly, for we understood that the

terrible dastheame,

since Panda only said: "Why should I slay one whom I have befriended in the past, and why do

you speak such heavy words of death in my ears, O, Zikali the Wise,

which of late have heard so : "Be

pleased now, to tell us of this o, and I

will send for other Nyangas"

"Why should I not tell you, when you ask ? See"--and Zikali took up some of the twisted roots--"these are

the roots of a certain poisonous herb that blooht on the tops

of mountains, and woe be to the ox that eats thereof They have been

boiled in gall and blood, and ill will befall the hut in which they are

hidden by one who can speak the words of power This is the bone of a

babe that has never lived to cut its teeth--I think of a babe that was

left to die alone in the bush because it was hated, or because none

would father it Such a bone has strength to work ill against other

babes; moreover, it is filled with a char of wood, he scattered soain "This," he added, picking up the fang,