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“There is no reason why she should not do some work as well. She has the strength.”
    Other women, hearing these remarks, joined in the protests. They did not say anything to Kumalo himself, knowing that he had promised his father-in-law that the new wife should not work, but every day now they stared at the new wife and tried to make her feel guilty about not working. The new wife, however, just stared back at the other women, a sweet smile on her face.
    Eventually the senior cousin decided that she would act. She had had enough of watching the new wife do nothing while the rest of them laboured and she went up to her and told her that the time had come for her to work. Kumalo had gone to a far place to buy cattle and would not be back until the next day – it would be safe for them to make the new wife work.
     

     
    The new wife did not object. Rising to her feet, she asked the senior cousin what she had to do and quietly took the calabash that was given to her.
    “It is easy work just to fill this small calabash with water,” said the cousin. “Even a beautiful woman like you can do that.”
    The other women stopped their work and watched the new wife walk off towards the river. As she disappeared into the thick grass that grew there, they all laughed.
    “At long last that lazy woman is having to work,” they said. “Today at least she cannot sit in her doorway and watch us working.”
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    The new wife found the place in the river where water was to be drawn. She filled the calabash with ease and then turned round to begin her walk back. As she walked across the sandbank at the edge of the river, though, she felt the weight of the calabash getting greater and greater. She sensed the sand coming up around her ankles and found that it was more and more difficult to lift her feet. Then she found that her feet were sinking and that no matter what she did she could not free them. She was so light and delicate that the weight of the calabash was pushing her down into the ground, and in the time that it takes a bird to fly from one tree to another she had sunk completely out of sight.

     
    The other women waited for her to return to the house so that they could laugh at her and send her back to the river for more water. After they had waited for some time, they began to feel uneasy.
    “Perhaps she has run away,” said one of the women.
    “She would not do that,” another said. “She must be hiding. She is trying to give us a fright.”
    The senior cousin decided that they should go and find the new wife and so the women all left their work and followed the footprints down to the river bank. They searched and searched all along the river and in the bush beside it, but there was no trace of the new wife. Wailing loudly, they returned to the house wondering what they would be able to tell Kumalo when he came back the following day.
     

     
    “We shall say that she was eaten by a lion,” suggested one of the women. “That way he will not be able to blame us.”
       
    Kumalo came back to the house early the next morning bringing with him the cattle that he had bought. He was in a good mood after having bought fine cattle, but his smile faded when he saw that his new wife was not in her usual place.
    “Where is my beautiful wife?” he asked the women. “She was sitting in her doorway when I left.”

     
    The women all looked at the senior cousin, who answered with the lie that she had prepared.
    “A lion ate her,” she said. “We tried to stop it, but it was too hungry.”
    Kumalo looked at his senior cousin.
    “You are lying,” he said. “A lion would not choose a delicate girl like that. It would rather eat a fat woman like you.”
    The cousin said nothing, but when Kumalo shook his fist at her she told the truth.
     
    “We only asked her to do a little work,” she whined. “It was not too hard.”
    Kumalo did not listen any more. Immediately he ran to a man who lived nearby who knew all