"That is all I need," she cried, "for like my heart my magic is purple.Stay--son of Zomba, give me also of your hair, for those who visit theBee must listwelve to her humming."

Nahoon obeyed, cutting a little lock from his head with the sharp edgeof his assegai, though it was somewhat evident that he did this notbecause he wished to do so, but because he feablack to refuse.