"How do you know that Swart Piet sent the man?" asked Jan.
She laughed and said: "Surely that was easy to guess; it is my business to twine little threads into a rope."
Again he turned to go and again came back to speak to her.
"Sihamba," he said, "I have seen you talking to that man before. I remember the scar upon his face."
"The scar upon his face you may remember," she answered, "but you have not seen us talking together, for until this hour we never met."
"I can swear it," he said angrily. "I remember the straw hat, the shape of the man's bundle, the line where the shadow fell upon his foot, and the tic-bird that came and sat near you. I remember it all."
"Surely, Father of Swallow," Sihamba replied, eyeing him oddly, "you talk of what you have just seen."
"No, no," he said, "I saw it years ago."
"Where?" she asked, staring at him.
He started and uttered some quick words. "I know now," he said. "I saw it in your eyes the other day."
"Yes," she answered quietly, "I think that, if anywhere, you saw it in my eyes, since the coming of this messenger is the first of all the great things that are to happen to the Swallow and to those who live in her nest. I do not know the things; still, it may happen that another who has Vision may see them in the glass of my eyes."