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“I thought over the matter myself, and I found that the only three men about here whose skulls would do, were Kwababana–Xolilizwe’s uncle– Xolilizwe, and myself. I at once made up my mind that Kwababana would be the man, because he was very old, and besides his rank was highest, his father having been the brother of Madikane.

“A short time before the feast, which begins with the new moon in the month which you call February, I went away to the ‘great place’ (residence of the paramount Chief of the tribe) intending to return in time for the opening ceremony.

“When I returned on the second-last day of the old moon, I was quite surprised to hear that Kwababana was quite well.

“As no one had heard of a killing, there was much speculation going on as to where a skull had been obtained; it being usual to kill for this purpose nearly a month before the feast–although this, again, is not a necessary condition.

“Well, we all assembled at Lukwazi’s kraal on the last night of the old moon. I had not seen Xolilizwe since my return, and I was surprised at not finding him at Lukwazi’s. Just before daylight the Shwama was administered to Bobazayo in the calf-kraal, and then to the members of his family. Upon two points I kept wondering: one was in connection with the skull–whose was it, and where had the witch-doctor obtained it? The other was the absence of Xolilizwe–where was he, and what excuse would he give for not being present when the great son of the Chief took the Shwama?

“We drank beer, and danced, and made merry all the forenoon. I saw a man near me who must have passed Kwababana’s kraal in coming to the feast, and I asked him if he had seen anything of Xolilizwe. He told me he had heard that Xolilizwe was away following the spoor of old Kwababana’s only milking cow, which had been stolen three days previously, and had not returned.

“Just after the sun had begun to fall, I saw my daughter Nomalie approaching. She walked in amongst the people and straight up to me without saying a word. I shall never forget her face–it was like the face of one that had been dead for several days–all except the eyes, which were full of fire. I knew at once that Xolilizwe was dead.

“She took my hand and silently drew me after her, and thus we walked down the footpath to the drift on the other side of the Ghoda, which you meant to have passed to-night. We crossed the stream, and she led me to the edge of the bush and pointed to something lying just inside the outer fringe of brushwood. I looked, and saw the headless body of Xolilizwe.

“I recognised the body at once. No other man that I knew hart such limbs as he. My unhappy daughter’s husband had been slain by the thrust of a spear from behind through the left shoulder-blade. I tried to comfort Nomalie, and to get her to speak, but not a word passed her lips. After a while, she motioned me impatiently to leave her, so I went away, meaning to return later. I noticed a digging pick, and a stone nearly as large as my head, with a string of twisted bark tied around it, lying close to the body. I knew now in whose skull the first-fruits had been mixed.

“It was still early in the afternoon, so I went home. The day was hot, and I had drunk much beer, so I lay down and slept. I woke just at sundown, and went quickly down to the Ghoda, expecting to find my daughter there. But she was not to be found, neither was the body where I had seen it lying. Just afterwards, however, I found a heap of stones that appeared to have been just before piled over a mound of freshly turned earth. The pick was stuck into the soft ground next to it, so I inferred that Nomalie had buried the body of her husband and gone home.