"To go home? But how would that avail one who has been bitten by Lupiswana? There is no escape from that. Lupiswana will come for thee after death. Thou wilt be hunted round for ever, with Lupiswana biting--biting--at thee even as now, and thou wilt spring wildly forward to avoid his bites, and his teeth will close in thy flesh, even as now. Thou wilt run wailing round the kraals of thy people, hunted ever by Lupiswana, but they will not admit thee. They will cover their heads in terror lest the same doom overtake them. _Hau_! Even this night will that doom begin." "This night?" echoed the victim, feeling well-nigh dead with an awful fear. "This night? Now, my father, thou hast promised--hast sworn--I shall be allowed to depart." "I did but mean the night of death," replied the other, his head on one side, his eyes glittering with satanic mirth. "That may be when thou art old and tottering, Nompiza, or it may mean this night, for what is time but a flash, even as that of the summer lightning? The night of death will surely come." No relief came into the face of the sufferer. The awful fate predicted for her by Shiminya seemed to her just as certain as though it had already befallen her, and the recollection of the horrid animal tearing at her flesh was too recent. It was a form of superstition, too, not unknown among her people, and here everything seemed to bring it home-- time, place, surroundings, and the horror of this gruesome being's presence. But before she would utter further prayer or protest, a strange hollow, humming noise was heard, at sound of which Shiminya arose suddenly, with an eager look on his repulsive countenance, and crept out of the hut, taking care to secure the door behind him. CHAPTER FOUR. A HUMAN SPIDER. Shiminya resumed his seat upon the ground, with the _muti_ bowl in his hands. The wolf he had already secured in one of the huts. The grim beast was in truth his familiar spirit, and as such not to be gazed upon by profane eyes, and in broad daylight. And now footsteps were heard approaching the _scherm_, together with the rattle of assegai hafts. Three men entered by the narrow gateway. Shiminya looked up. "Greeting, _Izinduna_," he said. "Greeting to thee, Umtwana 'Mlimo," came the reply in a deep-voiced hum, as the newcomers deposited their assegais just within the gate, and advanced a few steps nearer in. With two of these we are already acquainted, they being, in fact, Madula and his brother Samvu. The third was another influential chief by name Zazwe.