of the rôle he was acting. At its worst, however, it seemed to him the best that he could do. He turned suddenly upon Usula.
"Do you remember," he asked, "the accident that befell me in the treasure vaults of Opar, depriving me of my memory?"
"Yes, Bwana, I remember it well," replied the black.
"A similar accident has befallen me," said Esteban. "A great tree fell in my path, and in falling a branch struck me upon the head. It has not caused me to lose my memory entirely, but since then it is with difficulty that I recall many things, and there are others which I must have forgotten entirely, for I do not know your name, nor do I understand the words that my other Waziri are speaking about me."
Usula looked at him compassionately. "Ah, Bwana, sad indeed is the heart of Usula to hear that this accident has befallen you. Doubtless it will soon pass away as did the other, and in the meantime I, Usula, will be your memory for you."
"Good," said Esteban, "tell the others that they may understand, and tell them also that I have lost the memory of other things besides. I could not now find my way home without you, and my other senses are dull as well. But as you say, Usula, it will soon pass off, and I shall be myself again."
"Your faithful Waziri will rejoice indeed with the coming of that moment," said Usula.
