"By a high name, White One, a name that is seldom spoken, the name of Inkosazana-y-Zoola, the title of Nomkubulwana, the Spirit of our people. How camest thou by that name?"
"My name is my name," she said.
"We know, White One; the wind has borne all that story through the land, it whispers it from the leaves of the forest and the reeds of the water and the grass of the plains. We know that the Heavens gave thee their own name, O Child of Heaven, O Holder of the Spirit of Nomkubulwana."
"Thou sayest it, King. I do not say it, thou sayest it."
"I say it, and having seen thee I know that it is true, for thy beauty, White One, is not the beauty of woman alone, although still thou beest woman. Now I confirm to thee the words my messengers bore thee in past days. Here, with me, thou rulest. The land is thine, my impis wait thy word. Death and life are in thy hands; command, and they go forth to slay; command, and they return again. Only thou rulest alone with me, and the black folk, not the white, shall be thy servants."
"I hear thee, King. Now, as a first fruit, give to me Noie, daughter of Seyapi, my slave whom the soldiers stole away from Ramah beyond the river where I dwell."
"She is dead, White One, she is dead for her crimes," answered Dingaan, looking at her.
Now Rachel's heart sank in her, for it might well be that a trick had been played on her, and that this was true. Or perhaps this tale of Noie's death was but a trap to test her powers; moreover, it was not likely that the King, who had promised that she should live, would dare to break his word to one whom he believed or half-believed to be a spirit.
For a moment she thought; then, after her nature, determined to be bold and hazard all upon a throw. Therefore she did not argue or reproach, but said: "She is not dead. I have questioned every spear in Zululand, and none of them is red with her blood."
"Thou art right," he answered; "the spears are clean. She died in the river."
Now Rachel was sure, and answered in her clear voice: "I have questioned the waters, and I have questioned the crocodiles, and they answer that Noie has passed them safely."
"Thou art right, White One. She died by a rope in yonder huts."
Now Rachel looked at the huts and cried: "Noie, I hear thee, I see thee, I smell thee out. Come forth, Noie."