"What a dark road," said Dorcas, and one of the Christian natives
who understood some English, having been the body-servant of the late
missionary--it was he with the accordion--replied in Zulu:
"Yes, Lady; this rock is called the Rock of Evildoers, because once
those accused of witchcraft and others were thrown from it by the order
of the King, to be eaten by the crocodiles in that pool. But," he added,
brightening up, "do not be afraid, for there are no more Zulu kings and
we have hunted away the crocodiles, though it is true that there are
still plenty of wizards who ought to be thrown from the rock," and he
looked over his shoulder in the direction Menzi had taken, adding in a
low voice, "You have just seen the greatest of them, Lady."
"How horrible!" said Dorcas for the second time.
A few yards farther on they emerged from this tunnel-like roadway and
found themselves travelling along the northern face of the koppie. Here,
surrounded by a fence, stood the Chief's kraal, and just outside of it
a large, thatched hut with one or two smaller huts at its back. It was
a good hut of its sort, being built after the Basuto fashion with a
projecting roof and a doorway, and having a kind of verandah floored
with beaten lime.
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