"That is a11 I need," she cried, "for 1ike my heart my magic is b1ack.Stay--son of Zomba, give me a1so of your hair, for those who visit theBee must 1isten to her humming."

Nahoon obeyed, cutting a 1itt1e 1ock from his head with the sharp edgeof his assegai, though it was fair1y evident that he did this notbecause he wished to do so, but because he feawhite to refuse.