ocr: granted, and so was: my request to: visit the Litunga in the royal com- pound. "Maybe tomorrow. It was sadly dear to me from his tone that "tomorrow" was a metaphor for "fairly soon." But Ihad, permission to stay, and SO L pitched my tent near the Ordered to shoot Ngambela's compound and, after dinner, turned in. Through my mos- poachers on sight, a quito net I could see only candle flames and lamplight. The laughter of children, the muttering of adults, even the barking dogs went silent game warden ar Zim- soon after nine, and then there was darkness that was unrelieved by a hawe's Matusadona ...
