precipice；　the　wall；　indeed；　being　built　up　to　its　base　on　either
  side。
  It　was　the　great　cone　of　which　Richard　Seymour　had　told　her；　fifty
  feet　high　or　more；　such　as　once　was　found　in　the　Ph？nician　temples。
  But　in　this　case　it　was　not　built　of　masonry；　but　shaped　by　the　hand
  of　man　out　of　a　single　gigantic　granite　monolith　of　the　sort　that　are
  sometimes　to　be　met　with　in　Africa；　that　thousands　or　millions　of
  years　ago　had　been　left　standing　thus　when　the　softer　rock　around　it
  was　worn　away　by　time　and　weather。　On　the　inner　side　of　this　cone　were
  easy　steps　whereby　it　could　be　ascended；　and　its　top；　which　might　have
  been　six　feet　in　diameter；　was　fashioned　in　the　shape　of　a　cup；
  probably　for　the　purposes　of　acts　of　worship　and　of　sacrifice。　This
  extraordinary　monument；　which；　except　on　the　river　side；　could　not　be
  seen　from　below　on　account　of　the　slope　of　the　hill；　leaned　slightly
  outwards；　so　that　a　stone　dropped　from　its　crest　would　fall　into　the
  waters　of　the　stream。
  〃Thence　it　was；〃　said　the　Molimo；　〃that　my　forefathers　saw　the　last　of
  the　Portuguese；　the　fair　daughter　of　the　great　Captain　Ferreira；　hurl
  herself　to　death　after　she　had　given　the　gold　into　our　keeping；　and
  laid　the　curse　upon　it；　until　she　came　again。　So　in　my　dreams　have　I
  seen　and　heard　her　also；　ay；　and　others　have　seen　her；　but　these　only
  from　by　the　river　far　below。〃
  He　paused　awhile；　looking　at　Benita　with　his　queer；　dreamy　eyes；　then
  said　suddenly：
  〃Say；　Lady；　do　you　remember　nothing　of　that　matter？〃
  Now　Benita　grew　vexed；　for　the　whole　thing　was　uncanny　and　jarred　upon
  her。
  〃How　can　I　remember；〃　she　asked；　〃who　was　born　not　five　and　twenty
  years　ago？〃
  〃I　do　not　know；〃　he　answered。　〃How　should　I　know；　who　am　but　an
  ignorant　old　black　man；　who　was　born　not　much　more　than　eighty　years
  ago？　Yet；　Lady；　tell　me；　for　I　seek　your　wisdom；　where　were　you　born
  from？　Out　of　the　earth；　or　out　of　the　heavens？　What？　You　shake　your
  head；　you　who　do　not　remember？　Well；　neither　do　I　remember。　Yet　it　is
  true　that　all　circles　meet　somewhere；　and　it　is　true　that　the
  Portuguese　maiden　said　she　would　come　again；　and　lastly　it　is　true
  that　she　was　such　an　one　as　you　are；　for　she　haunts　this　place；　and　I；
  who　have　seen　her　sitting　yonder　in　the　moonlight；　know　her　beauty
  well。　Yet　mayhap　she　comes　no　more　in　flesh；　but　still　her　spirit
  comes；　for；　Lady；　out　of　those　eyes　of　yours　I　see　it　gaze　at　me。
  Come；〃　he　added　abruptly；　〃let　us　descend　the　wall；　for　as　you　cannot
  remember；　there　is　more　to　show　you。　Have　no　fearthe　steps　are
  easy。〃
  So　they　went　down　without　much　difficulty；　since；　from　the
  accumulation　of　rubbish　and　other　causes；　the　wall　was　a　great　deal
  lower　on　this　side；　and　found　themselves　in　the　usual　dense　growth　of
  vegetation　and　brushwood　through　which　ran　a　little　path。　It　led　them
  past　the　ruins　of　buildings　whereof　the　use　and　purpose　were　long
  since　forgotten；　for　their　roofs　had　fallen　in　hundreds　or　thousands
  of　years　ago；　to　the　entrance　of　a　cave　which　was　placed　almost　at　the
  foot　of　the　monolithic　cone；　but　thirty　or　forty　yards　further　from
  the　circle　of　the　wall。　Here　the　Molimo　bade　them　stay　while　he　lit
  the　lamps　within。　Five　minutes　passed　and　he　returned；　saying　that　all
  was　ready。
  〃Be　not　afraid　of　what　you　may　see；〃　he　added；　〃for　know；　white
  people；　that　save　my　forefathers　and　myself；　none　have　entered　this
  place　since　the　Portuguese　perished　here；　nor　have　we；　who　do　but　come
  hither　to　pray　and　receive　the　word　of　the　Munwali；　ever　ventured　to
  disturb　it。　As　it　was；　so　it　is。　Come；　Lady；　come；　she　whose　spirit
  goes　with　you　was　the　last　of　your　white　race　to　pass　this　door。　It　is
  therefore　fitting　that　your　feet　and　her　spirit　should　be　the　first　to
  enter　it　again。〃
  Benita　hung　back　a　little；　for　the　adventure　was　eerie；　then；
  determined　that　she　would　show　no　fear　in　the　presence　of　this　old
  priest；　took　the　thin　hand　he　stretched　out　to　her；　and　walked　forward
  with　head　erect。　The　two　men　began　to　follow　her；　but　the　Molimo
  stopped　them；　saying：
  〃Not　so。　The　maiden　enters　first　alone　with　me；　it　is　her　house；　and
  should　it　please　her　to　ask　you　to　dwell　therein；　so　be　it。　But　first
  she　must　visit　her　house　alone。〃
  〃Nonsense；〃　said　Mr。　Clifford　angrily。　〃I　will　not　have　it。　It　will
  frighten　her。〃
  〃Lady；　do　you　trust　me？〃　asked　the　Molimo。
  〃Yes；〃　she　answered；　adding；　〃Father；　I　think　you　had　better　let　me　go
  alone。　I　am　not　afraid　now；　and　it　may　be　wisest　not　to　thwart　him。
  This　is　a　very　strange　businessnot　like　anything　elseand　really　I
  think　that　I　had　better　go　alone。　If　I　do　not　come　back　presently；　you
  can　follow。〃
  〃Those　who　break　in　upon　the　sleep　of　the　dead　should　walk　gently；
  gently；〃　piped　the　old　Molimo　in　a　sing…song　voice。　〃The　maiden's
  breath　is　pure；　the　maiden's　foot　is　light；　her　breath　will　not　offend
  the　dead；　her　step　will　not　disturb　the　dead。　White　men；　white　men；
  anger　not　the　dead；　for　the　dead　are　mighty；　and　will　be　revenged　upon
  you　when　you　are　dead；　soon；　very　soon；　when　you　are　deaddead　in
  your　sorrows；　dead　in　your　sins；　dead；　gathered　to　that　company　of　the
  dead　who　await　us　here。〃
  And；　still　chanting　his　mystic　song；　he　led　Benita　by　the　hand　out　of
  the　light；　onward　into　darkness；　away　from　life；　onward　into　the　place
  of　death。
  XI
  THE　SLEEPERS　IN　THE　CAVE
  Like　every　other　passage　in　this　old　fortress；　the　approach　to　the
  cave　was　narrow　and　winding；　presumably　the　ancients　had　arranged　them
  thus　to　facilitate　their　defence。　After　the　third　bend；　however；
  Benita　saw　a　light　ahead　which　flowed　from　a　native　lamp　lit　in　the
  arched　entrance。　At　the　side　of　this　arch　was　a　shell…shaped　hollow；
  cut　in　the　rock　about　three　feet　above　the　floor。　Its　appearance
  seemed　familiar　to　her；　why；　she　was　soon　to　learn；　although　at　the
  moment　she　did　not　connect　it　with　anything　in　particular。　The　cave
  beyond　was　large；　lofty；　and　not　altogether　natural；　for　its　walls　had
  evidently　been　shaped；　or　at　any　rate　trimmed；　by　man。　Probably　here
  the　old　Priests　had　established　their　oracle；　or　place　of　offering。
  At　first　Benita　could　not　see　much；　since　in　that　great　cavern　two
  lamps　of　hippopotamus　oil　gave　but　little　light。　Presently；　however；
  her　eyes　became　accustomed　to　the　gloom；　and　as　they　advanced　up　its
  length　she　perceived　that　save　for　a　skin　rug　upon　which　she　guessed
  the　Molimo　sat　at　his　solitary　devotions；　and　some　gourds　and　platters
  for　water　and　food；　all　the　front　part　of　the　place　appeared　to　be
  empty。　Beyond；　in　its　centre；　stood　an　object　of　some　gleaming　metal；
  that　from　its　double　handles　and　roller　borne　upon　supports　of　rock
  she　took　to　be　some　kind　of　winch；　and　rightly；　for　beneath　it　was　the
  mouth　of　a　great　well；　the　water　supply　of　the　topmost　fortification。
  Beyond　the　well　was　a　stone　altar；　shaped　like　a　truncated　cone　or
  pyramid；　and　at　some　distance　away　against　the　far　wall；　as　she　dimly
  discovered　by　the　lamp　that　stood　upon　the　altar；　cut　in　relief　upon
  that　wall　indeed；　a　colossal　cross　to　which；　vigorously　if　rudely
  executed　in　white　stone；　hung　the　image　of　Christ　crucified；　the　crown
  of　thorns　upon　His　drooping　head。　Now　she　understood。　Whatever　may
  have　been　the　first　worship　to　which　this　place　was　dedicated；
  Christians　had　usurped　it；　and　set　up　here　the　sacred　symbol　of　their
  faith；　awful　enough　to　look　upon　in　such　surroundings。　Doubtless；
  also；　the　shell…shaped　basin　at　the　entrance　had　served　the
  worshippers　in　this　underground　chapel　as　a　stoup　for　holy　water。
  The　Molimo　lifted　the　lamp　from　the　altar；　and　having　adjusted　its
  wick；　held　it　up　in　front　of　the　rood　before　which；　although　she　was
  no　Catholic；　Benita　bowed　her　head　and　crossed　herself；　while　he
  watched　her　curiously。　Then　he　lowered　it；　and　she　perceived　that　on
  the　cemented　floor　lay　great　numbers　of　shrouded　forms　that　at　first
  looked　to　her　like　folk　asleep。　He　stepped　to　one　of　them　and　touched
  it　with　his　foot；　whereon　the　cloth　which　with　it　was　covered　crumbled
  into　dust；　revealing　beneath　a　white　skeleton。
  All　those　sleepers　rested　well　indeed；　for　they　had　been　dead　at　least
  two　hundred　years。　There　they　laymen；　women；　and　children；　though　of
  the　last　but　few。　Some　of　them　had　ornaments　on　their　bones；　some　were
  clad　in　armour；　and　by　all　the　men　were　swords；　or　spears；　or　knives；
  and　here　and　there　what　she　took　to　be　primitive　fire…arms。　Certain　of
  them　also　had　turned　into　mummies　in　that　dry　airgrotesque　and
  dreadful　objects　from　which　she　gladly　averted　her　eyes。
  The　Molimo　led　her　forward　to　the　foot　of　the　crucifix；　where；　upon
  its　lowest　step　and　upon　the　cemented　floor　immediately　beneath　it
  respectively；　lay　two　shapes　decorously　covered　with　shawls　of　some
  heavy　material　interwoven　with　gold　wire；　for　the　manufacture　of　which
  the　Makalanga　were　famous　when　first　the　Portuguese　ca