"Who art thou and what is thy business?" asked an old Councillor with a withered hand.
"I am Richard Darrien," he answered, "and here I have no business. I journey to the north. Stay me not."
"We know thee," said the Councillor, "thou art the lord Dario that didst dwell in the shadow of the Inkosazana. Thou art the white chief whom the wild beast, Ibubesi, slew at the kraal Mafooti. Why does thy ghost come hither to trouble us?"
"Living or dead, ghost or man, I travel to the north. Stay me not," he answered.
"What seekest thou in the north, thou lord Dario?"
"I seek a Dream; a Spirit leads me to find a Dream. Seest thou it not, Man with the withered hand?"
"Ah!" they repeated, "he seeks a Dream. A Spirit leads him to find a Dream in the north."
"What is this Dream like?" asked Mopo of the withered hand.
"Come, stand at my side and look. There, dost thou see it floating in the air before us, thou who hast eyes that can read a Dream?"
Mopo came and looked, then his knees trembled a little and he said: "Aye, lord Dario, I see and I know that face."
"Thou knowest the face, old fool," broke in Dingaan angrily. "Then whose is it?"
"O King," answered Mopo, dropping his eyes, "it is not lawful to speak the name, but the face is the face of one who sat where that wanderer stands, and showed thee certain pictures in a bowl of water."
Now Dingaan trembled, for the memory of those visions haunted him night and day; moreover he thought at times that they drew near to their fulfilment.
"The white man is mad," he said, "and thou, Mopo, art mad also. I have often thought it, and that it would be well if thou wentest on a long journey--for thy health. This Dario shall stay here a while. I will not suffer him to wander through my land crazing the people with his tales of dreams and visions. Take him and hold him; the Circle of the Doctors shall inquire into the matter."
So Dingaan spoke, who in his heart was afraid lest this wild-eyed Dario should learn that he had given the Inkosazana to the dwarf folk when she was mad, to appease them after they had prophesied evil to him. Also he remembered that it was because of the murders done by Ibubesi that the Inkosazana had gone mad, and did not understand if Dario had been killed at the kraal Mafooti how it could be that he now stood before him. Therefore he thought that he would keep him a prisoner until he found out all the truth of the matter, and whether he were still a man or a ghost or a wizard clothed in the shape of the dead.