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"But our oath," Letlotlo protested. "We swore to tell the truth. 'What we see together, we speak together.'"

Tau, the arrogant one, stepped forward. "We are hunters. We will hunt the white eland. And we will return with its horns." the story of the makgabe

The three hunters froze. Out of the darkness stepped an old man—or what looked like an old man. His skin was the color of ash. His eyes were two empty holes, yet they seemed to see everything. This was Mogologolo (The Ancient One), the guardian of the cave. "But our oath," Letlotlo protested

That night, under a moon the color of blood, the two makgabae were brought to the center of the village. The village elders chanted. The drums beat a slow, funereal rhythm. And then the makgabae burst open. "We are hunters

Phiri held up his hand. "That is not an eland. That is a moropa (drum)."