“InanilldaydidIhearkentoyou，Baleka，“Isaid，“toyouandtotheMotheroftheHeavens，andsaveyourchildalive。Seenowwhathassprungfromthisseed！Deadareallmyhouse，deadistheMotheroftheHeavens——allaredead——andImyselfhavebeenputtothetormentbyfire，“andIheldoutmywitheredhandtowardsher。
“Ay，Mopo，mybrother，“sheanswered，“butfleshisnearesttoflesh，andIshouldthinklittleofitwerenotmysonUmslopogaasalsodead，asIhaveheardbutnow。“
“Youspeaklikeawoman，Baleka。Isit，then，nothingtoyouthatI，yourbrother，havelost——allIlove？“
“Freshseedcanyetberaiseduptoyou，mybrother，butformethereisnohope，forthekinglooksonmenomore。Igrieveforyou，butI
hadthisonealone，andfleshisnearesttoflesh。ThinkyouthatI