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"Macumazahn, they passed away and there came others, Dingaan among them, aye, Dingaan who also knows something of the Witch-Mountain, seeing that there Mopo and I hurled him to his death.
She listened as one listens to the words of a king when he passes judgement for life or for death. "I think that there is wisdom in your dreams, Mopo," she said at length. "You were ever a strange man, to whom the gates of distance are no bar. Now it is borne in upon my heart that Umslopogaas still lives, and now I shall die happy. Yes, gainsay me not; I shall die, I know it.
Full to the brim is this corn-chamber with the ears of death, in which no living grain is left. Yet there is one little space, and is there not one to fill it? Are all the tribe of the Langeni dead indeed?" "There is one, O King!" I answered. "I am of the tribe of the Langeni, let my carcase fill the place." "Nay, Mopo, nay! Who then should take the bet?
"The witch-doctors rule in Zululand, and not I, Mopo, son of Makedama," he said to me. "Where, then, is it to end? Shall I myself be smelt out and slain? These Isanusis are too strong for me; they lie upon the land like the shadow of night. Tell me, how may I be free of them?"
Moreover, I slay thee not, for it is against my oath. Also, do we not mourn together, thou and I?" "There is no other left living of the tribe of the Langeni, O King! The bet is lost; it shall be paid." "I think that there is another," said Chaka. "There is a sister to thee and me, Mopo. Ah, see, she comes!"
Then I called a message to the soldiers who followed me, saying: "Tell this to the king: that he has done ill to drive me from him, for I, Mopo, set him on the throne and I alone can hold him there. Tell him this also, that he will do yet worse to seek me where I am, for that day when we are once more face to face shall be his day of death.
I am answered; thou hast passed the trial; thy heart is clean; for had there been lies in it the fire had given them tongue, and thou hadst cried aloud, making thy last music, Mopo!" Now I took my hand from the flame, and for awhile the torment left me. "It is well, O king," I said calmly. "Fire has no power of hurt on those whose heart is pure." But as I spoke I looked at my left hand.
Mopo stared at them, and his teeth chattered, then he answered: "Because they have nothing to do with the story, Ghost-men; because they were of my own death, which is a little matter." The three dwarfs turned their heads towards each other and said, each to the other: "Hearest thou, Priest, and hearest thou, Priest, and hearest thou, Priest?
But I sat down on the floor of the hut over against the king, and we talked through the fire. "Tell me of the cattle that I sent thee to number, Mopo, son of Makedama," said Chaka. "Have my servants dealt honestly with my cattle?" "They have dealt honestly, O king," I answered. "Tell me, then, of the number of the cattle and of their markings, Mopo, forgetting none."
In vain did I pray them to forbear. Love pulled at their heart-strings more heavily than my words, and still they came. This was the end of it that Chaka saw the child sitting on the knee of Unandi, his mother. "What does my mother with that brat of thine, Mopo?" he asked of me. "Cannot she kiss me, if she will find a child to kiss?" And he laughed like a wolf.
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