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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Learn, Umslopogaas, what a liar is that old Billali, who told me that She-who-commands had departed from Kôr to her own place." "Perhaps this rock edge is her own place, if she be there at all, Macumazahn." "If she be there," I answered angrily, for my nerves were at once thrilled and torn. "Speak not empty words, Umslopogaas, for where else can she be when we see her with our eyes?"
Chaka said that he cared nothing what happened to those who came after him, or whether good or evil befell them. Then he spoke to Umslopogaas, who looked him boldly in the face, as an equal looks at an equal. "Boy," he said, "what hast thou to say as to why thou shouldst not be killed as these men demand?"
Umslopogaas answered that he would love her better if she loved him not so much, for she was jealous and quick to anger, and that was a sorrow to him. Then, when he had slept awhile, he led me from the hut, and I and my people were feasted with the best, and I spoke with Zinita and with Galazi the Wolf. For the last, I liked him well.
Now I made as though I would depart, then, turning suddenly, I spoke once more, saying: "There were words in your message to the Black One who is dead of a certain man nay, how was he named? of a certain Mopo." Now Umslopogaas started as one starts who is wounded by a spear, and stared at me. "Mopo! What of Mopo, O Mouth, whose eyes are veiled? Mopo is dead, whose son I was!" "Ah!"
But there were none besides these, for all men feared to stand before Umslopogaas and the Groan-Maker. Umslopogaas counted them. "There are ten, by the head of Chaka!" he cried. "Now if I must fight all these one by one, no time will be left to me this day to talk of the matter of Masilo and of the maid Zinita. Hearken! What say you, sons of Jikiza the Conquered?
It was after you had been borne away by the lion, Umslopogaas, I told my father that I would marry no man all my life, because I loved only you, who were dead. My father reproached me, saying that I must not speak thus of my brother, but it was my heart which spoke, and it spoke truly; for see, Umslopogaas, you are no brother to me! I have kept that vow.
But all this while Umslopogaas and the veterans sat in their ranks upon the brow of the slope and watched. "Those Swazi dogs have a fool for their general," quoth Umslopogaas. "He has no men left to fall back on, and Galazi has broken his array and mixed his regiments as milk and cream are mixed in a bowl. They are no longer an impi, they are a mob."
Now foes were all around, leaping up at the Slaughterer as rushing water leaps to hide a rock everywhere shone spears, thrusting at him from this side and from that. Those in front and to the side Groan-Maker served to stay, but one wounded Umslopogaas in the neck, and another was lifted to pierce his back when the strength of its holder was bowed to the dust to the dust, to become of the dust.
The captain rushed at him, and Umslopogaas smote as he rushed, and the blade of the great spear that was lifted to pierce him fell to the ground hewn from its haft. Again Umslopogaas smote: the moon-shaped axe sank through the stout shield deep into the breast beyond. Then the captain threw up his arms and fell to the earth.
"Come out and tell me your name and lineage you who would do battle with the Unconquered for the ancient axe." Then Umslopogaas came forward, and he looked so fierce, though he was but young, that the people laughed no more. "What is my name and lineage to you, Jikiza?" he said.
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