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Now the heart of Unandi grew gentle, and she was moved to tears. "How may this be done, Mopo?" she said. "The king must see the dead infant, and if he suspect, and even reeds have ears, you know the heart of Chaka and where we shall lie to-morrow." "Are there then no other new-born babes in Zululand?" said Baleka, sitting up and speaking in a whisper like the hiss of a snake. "Listen, Mopo!
And yet, perhaps the chief spoke of some other Mopo, for the name was not my own only in truth, Chaka had killed a chief of that name at the great mourning, because he said that two Mopos in the land were one too many, and that though this Mopo wept sorely when the tears of others were dry. So I said only that this Bulalio had a high stomach, and we went on to the gates of the kraal.
"Curse you for a fool, son of Mopo," said one of the men with me to Umslopogaas; "presently I will beat you till the blood comes for this trick." "First beat the lions, then beat me if you can," answered the lad, "and wait to curse till you have done both." Now the lions were close to us; they came to the body of the second cub, that lay outside the fence of thorns.
"I was bidden to tell thee of the last words of the Black One," went on Umbopa hurriedly; "but what need is there to tell thee anything who knowest all? They were that he heard the sound of the running of the feet of a great white people which shall stamp out the children of the Zulus." "Nay," answered Rachel, "I think they were; 'Where-fore wouldst thou kill me, Mopo?"
"So," said the king, "it goes well. There are yet honest men left in the land. Knowest thou, Mopo, that sorrow has come upon thy house while thou wast about my business." "I have heard it, O king!" I answered, as one who speaks of a small matter. "Yes, Mopo, sorrow has come upon thy house, the curse of Heaven has fallen upon thy kraal.
All are gone out to war; and of those few many are the servants of the princes, and perhaps they might give blow for blow." "How then, Mopo?" "Nay, I know not, O King; yet at the great kraal beyond the river sits that regiment which is named the Slayers. By midday to-morrow they might be here, and then " "Thou speakest wisely, my child Mopo; it shall be for to-morrow.
Then I undid the mat, and he looked on the child, and laughed aloud. "He might have been a king," he said, as he bade a councillor take it away. "Mopo, thou hast slain one who might have been a king. Art thou not afraid?" "No, Black One," I answered, "the child is killed by order of one who is a king." "Sit down, and let us talk," said Chaka, for his mood was idle.
I am he who took to the King Dingaan a gift that he loved little, and afterward with Mopo, my foster-sire, hurled this Dingaan down to death. I am the Royal One, named Bulalio the Slaughterer, named Woodpecker, named Umhlopekazi the Captain, before whom never yet man has stood in fair and open fight.
They would have left the girl Nada, thinking her dead, but he pointed to her breast, and, feeling it, they found that her heart still beat, so they brought her also; and the end of it was that both recovered and loved each other more than ever before. Now after this, I, Mopo, bade Umslopogaas stay at home within the kraal, and not lead his sister to the wilds.
Still, the mouth is not the head, so the mouth may come in peace." Now I started when for the second time I heard talk of one Mopo, whose name had been on the lips of Bulalio the Slaughterer. Who was there that would thus have loved Mopo except one who was long dead?
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