"Give us a blessing," these cried. "Grant to us that rain may fall."
Sihamba spoke with Suzanne and answered: "My people, I have entreated of the White Swallow, and for your sake she will pray that rain may fall ere long."
Now Sihamba knew the signs of the water, and as it happened rain began to fall that night in torrents, and fell for three days almost without ceasing, washing the sickness away with it. So the Umpondwana blessed the name of Sihamba and the White Swallow, and these two ruled over them without question, life and death hanging upon their words.
And there, a chieftainess among savages, Suzanne was fated to dwell for more than two long years.