"Sit down, for Heaven's sake," I whispered; "our lives depend on it."
He yielded and remained quiet. Twala sat still until the traces of the tragedy had been removed, then he addressed us.
"White people," he said, "who come hither, whence I know not, and why I know not, greeting."
"Greeting, Twala, king of the Kukuanas," I answered.
"White people, whence come ye, and what seek ye?"
"We come from the stars, ask us not how. We come to see this land."
"Ye come from far to see a little thing. And that man with ye," pointing to Umbopa, "does he too come from the stars?"
"Even so; there are people of thy color in the heavens above; but ask not of matters too high for thee, Twala, the king."