Child of Storm | Page 5

had seen much service, and one which had an unpleasing habit of
going off at half-cock; but even after he had seen it, and I in my
honesty had explained its weaknesses, he jumped at the offer.
"O Macumazana" (that is my native name, often abbreviated into
Macumazahn, which means "One who stands out," or as many interpret
it, I don't know how, "Watcher-by-Night")--"a gun that goes off
sometimes when you do not expect it is much better than no gun at all,
and you are a chief with a great heart to promise it to me, for when I
own the White Man's weapon I shall be looked up to and feared by
everyone between the two rivers."
Now, while he was speaking he handled the gun, that was loaded,
observing which I moved behind him. Off it went in due course, its
recoil knocking him backwards--for that gun was a devil to kick--and
its bullet cutting the top off the ear of one of his wives. The lady fled
screaming, leaving a little bit of her ear upon the ground.
"What does it matter?" said Umbezi, as he picked himself up, rubbing
his shoulder with a rueful look. "Would that the evil spirit in the gun
had cut off her tongue and not her ear! It is the Worn-out-Old-Cow's
own fault; she is always peeping into everything like a monkey. Now
she will have something to chatter about and leave my things alone for
awhile. I thank my ancestral Spirit it was not Mameena, for then her
looks would have been spoiled."
"Who is Mameena?" I asked. "Your last wife?"
"No, no, Macumazahn; I wish she were, for then I should have the most
beautiful wife in the land. She is my daughter, though not that of the
Worn-out-Old-Cow; her mother died when she was born, on the night
of the Great Storm. You should ask Saduko there who Mameena is," he
added with a broad grin, lifting his head from the gun, which he was
examining gingerly, as though he thought it might go off again while
unloaded, and nodding towards someone who stood behind him.
I turned, and for the first time saw Saduko, whom I recognised at once

as a person quite out of the ordinary run of natives.
He was a tall and magnificently formed young man, who, although his
breast was scarred with assegai wounds, showing that he was a warrior,
had not yet attained to the honour of the "ring" of polished wax laid
over strips of rush bound round with sinew and sewn to the hair, the
"isicoco" which at a certain age or dignity, determined by the king,
Zulus are allowed to assume. But his face struck me more even than his
grace, strength and stature. Undoubtedly it was a very fine face, with
little or nothing of the negroid type about it; indeed, he might have
been a rather dark-coloured Arab, to which stock he probably threw
back. The eyes, too, were large and rather melancholy, and in his
reserved, dignified air there was something that showed him to be no
common fellow, but one of breeding and intellect.
"Siyakubona" (that is, "we see you," anglice "good morrow")
"Saduko," I said, eyeing him curiously. "Tell me, who is Mameena?"
"Inkoosi," he answered in his deep voice, lifting his delicately shaped
hand in salutation, a courtesy that pleased me who, after all, was
nothing but a white hunter, "Inkoosi, has not her father said that she is
his daughter?"
"Aye," answered the jolly old Umbezi, "but what her father has not said
is that Saduko is her lover, or, rather, would like to be. Wow! Saduko,"
he went on, shaking his fat finger at him, "are you mad, man, that you
think a girl like that is for you? Give me a hundred cattle, not one less,
and I will begin to think of it. Why, you have not ten, and Mameena is
my eldest daughter, and must marry a rich man."
"She loves me, O Umbezi," answered Saduko, looking down, "and that
is more than cattle."
"For you, perhaps, Saduko, but not for me who am poor and want cows.
Also," he added, glancing at him shrewdly, "are you so sure that
Mameena loves you though you be such a fine man? Now, I should
have thought that whatever her eyes may say, her heart loves no one
but herself, and that in the end she will follow her heart and not her

eyes. Mameena the beautiful does not seek to be a poor man's wife and
do all the hoeing. But bring me the hundred cattle and we will see, for,
speaking truth from my heart, if you were a big chief there is no one I
should like better