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"This is my news, Mopo," he said: "I have seen him who is named Bulalio, and he is a great man long and lean, with a fierce face, and carrying a mighty axe, such an axe as he bore last night who hunted with the wolves. When I had been led before the chief I saluted him and spoke to him the words you laid upon my tongue I told to him.
"What is your name, boy?" he said to me as a big rich man speaks to one who is little and poor. "Mopo is my name," I answered. "And what is the name of your people?" I told him the name of my tribe, the Langeni tribe. "Very well, Mopo; now I will tell you my name. My name is Chaka, son of Senzangacona, and my people are called the Amazulu. And I will tell you something more.
Lastly, he told of how she had refused to add to or take from her words, or to set out their meaning. Then Mopo sat himself down again in the circle of the Councillors, and watched and hearkened like a hungry wolf. "Ye have heard, Ghost-men," said the King. "Now, if ye are really wise, interpret to us the meaning of this saying of the Inkosazana, and of the running star which none can read."
Now Dingaan winced, for he knew well that he himself and one Mopo had stabbed the Black One, but he thought that this outland chief had not heard the tale, so he said no more of the message. "How is it that ye dare to come before me armed? Know ye not the rule that he who appears armed before the king dies?" "We have not heard that law, O King," said Umslopogaas.
Perhaps it will be given to me to live a little while after ye are gone, and I may bring them to their ears." "Can we not rise up now and fall upon Chaka?" asked Dingaan. "It is not possible," I said; "the king is guarded." "Hast thou no plan, Mopo?" groaned Umhlangana. "Methinks thou hast a plan to save us." "And if I have a plan, ye Princes, what shall be my reward?
I went in before the king, and prostrated myself, calling him by his royal names; but he took me by the hand and raised me up, speaking softly. "Rise, Mopo, my servant!" he said. "Thou hast suffered much woe because of the witchcraft of thine enemies. I, I have lost my mother, and thou, thou hast lost thy wives and children.
"Greeting, Mopo, son of Makedama! Thou art the man who smotest blood on the door-posts of the king to bewitch the king. Let thy house be stamped flat!" I saw her come, I felt the blow on my face as a man feels in a dream. I heard the feet of the slayers as they bounded forward to hale me to the dreadful death, but my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth I could not say a word.
But if Zikali forgot, Cetewayo and his councillors remembered, as I could see by the look of quick intelligence that flashed from face to face. "So! Mopo the murderer, he who vanished from the land after the death of my uncle Dingaan, gave you the little red assegai, did he, Opener of Roads!
Thus did the Inkosazana-y-Zoola depart from the Great Place of the King of the Zulus, and Mopo, the son of Makedama, shading his eyes with his hand, watched her go from between his withered fingers. Northward, ever northward, journeyed Rachel with the Ghost-priests; for days and weeks they journeyed, slowly, and for the most part at night, since these people dreaded the glare of the sun.
And now the Princess of the Heavens will go and set the supper, as Noie I beg pardon, Nonha is off duty for the present." Afterwards she asked Noie who was the old man with a withered hand who had spoken as the "King's Mouth." "Mopo is his name, Mopo or Umbopo, none other, O Zoola," she answered. "It was he who stabbed T'Chaka, the Black One.
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