Secondly， from the moment of the destruction of her boy in the streets of the English country town to that of the shattering of the Ivory Child in Central Africa her memory was an utter blank， with one exception. This exception was a dream which a few days later she narrated to Ragnall in my presence. That dream was that she had seen him and Savage sleeping together in a native house one night. In view of a certain incident recorded in this history I leave the reader to draw his own conclusions as to this curious incident. I have none to offer， or if I have I prefer to keep them to myself.
Leaving Ragnall and his wife， I staggered off to look for Hans and found him lying senseless near the north wall of the temple. Evidently he was beyond human help， for Jana seemed to have crushed most of his ribs in his iron trunk. We carried him to one of the priest's cells and there I watched him till the end， which came at sundown.
Before he died he became quite conscious and talked with me a good deal.
"Don't grieve about missing Jana， Baas，" he said， "for it wasn't you who missed him but some devil that turned your bullets. You see， Baas， he was bewitched against you white men. When you look at him closely you will find that the Lord Igeza missed him also" (strange as it may seem， this proved to be the case)， "and when you managed to hit the tip of his tusk with the last ball the magic was wearing off him， that's all. But， Baas， those Black Kendah wizards forgot to bewitch him against the little yellow man， of whom they took no account. So Ihit him sure enough every time I fired at him， and I hope he liked the taste of my bullets in that great mouth of his. He knew who had sent them there very well. That's why he left you alone and made for me， as I had hoped he would. Oh！ Baas， I die happy， quite happy since I have killed Jana and he caught me and not you， me who was nearly finished anyhow. For， Baas， though I didn't say anything about it， a thrown spear struck my groin when I went down among the Black Kendah this morning. It was only a small cut， which bled little， but as the fighting went on something gave way and my inside began to come through it， though I tied it up with a bit of cloth， which of course means death in a day or two." (Subsequent examination showed me that Hans's story of this wound was perfectly true. He could not have lived for very long.)"Baas，" he went on after a pause， "no doubt I shall meet that Zulu lady Mameena to-night. Tell me， is she really entitled to the royal salute？ Because if not， when I am as much a spook as she is I will not give it to her again. She never gave me my titles， which are good ones in their way， so why should I give her the /Bayéte/， unless it is hers by right of blood， although I am only a little 'yellow dog' as she chose to call me？"As this ridiculous point seemed to weigh upon his mind I told him that Mameena was not even of royal blood and in nowise entitled to the salute of kings.
"Ah！" he said with a feeble grin， "then now I shall know how to deal with her， especially as she cannot pretend that I did not play my part in the battle， as she bade me do. Did you see anything of her when Jana charged， Baas， because I thought I did？""I seemed to see something， but no doubt it was only a fancy.""A fancy？ Explain to me， Baas， where truths end and fancies begin and whether what we think are fancies are not sometimes the real truths.
Once or twice I have thought so of late， Baas."I could not answer this riddle， so instead I gave him some water which he asked for， and he continued：
"Baas， have you any messages for the two Shining ones， for her whose name is holy and her sister， and for the child of her whose name is holy， the Missie Marie， and for your reverend father， the Predikant？
If so， tell it quickly before my head grows too empty to hold the words."I will confess， however foolish it may seem， that I gave him certain messages， but what they were I shall not write down. Let them remain secret between me and him. Yes， between me and him and perhaps those to whom they were to be delivered. For after all， in his own words， who can know exactly where fancies end and truth begin， and whether at times fancies are not the veritable truths in this universal mystery of which the individual life of each of us is so small a part？
Hans repeated what I had spoken to him word for word， as a native does， repeated it twice over， after which he said he knew it by heart and remained silent for a long while. Then he asked me to lift him up in the doorway of the cell so that he might look at the sun setting for the last time， "for， Baas，" he added， "I think I am going far beyond the sun."He stared at it for a while， remarking that from the look of the sky there should be fine weather coming， "which will be good for your journey towards the Black Water， Baas， with all that ivory to carry."I answered that perhaps I should never get the ivory from the graveyard of the elephants， as the Black Kendah might prevent this.
"No， no， Baas，" he replied， "now that Jana is dead the Black Kendah will go away. I know it， I know it！"Then he wandered for a space， speaking of sundry adventures we had shared together， till quite before the last indeed， when his mind returned to him.
"Baas，" he said， "did not the captain Mavovo name me Light-in-Darkness， and is not that my name？ When you too enter the Darkness， look for that Light； it will be shining very close to you."He only spoke once more. His words were：
"Baas， I understand now what your reverend father， the Predikant， meant when he spoke to me about Love last night. It had nothing to do with women， Baas， at least not much. It was something a great deal bigger， Baas， something as big as what I feel for you！"Then Hans died with a smile on his wrinkled face.
I wept！
