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Updated: June 9, 2025
But then how about the assegai that Nomkubulwana, or rather her effigy, had seemed to hold and throw, whereof the blade was at present in my saddle-bag. That at any rate was tangible and real, though of course there was nothing to prove that it had really been Chaka's famous weapon. Another thing that tormented me was my failure to see Zikali.
Only Scowl whose dash of Hottentot blood made him cunning and cautious took my side, pointing out that we were very short of powder and that buffalo "ate up much lead." At last Saduko said: "The lord Macumazana is our captain; we must obey him, although it is a pity. But doubtless the prophesying of Zikali weighs upon his mind, so there is nothing to be done." "Zikali!" exclaimed Umbezi.
Moreover, I Zikali, who do not lie, promise this: That however great may be their dangers here in Zululand, those half-fledged ones whom you, the old night-hawk, cover with your wings, shall in the end suffer no harm; those of whom I spoke to you in your dream, the white lord, Mauriti, and the white lady, Heddana, who stretch out their arms one to another.
There was a long pause, and then in the open gateway appeared a solitary figure that at first sight seemed to be scarcely human, the figure of a dwarf with a gigantic head, from which hung long, white hair, plaited into locks. It was Zikali, no other!
I mean that which had seemed to resemble the long-dead lady Mameena, or rather the person made up to her likeness, come here to continue our conversation. At any rate I was sure, and rightly, that here was more of the handiwork of Zikali who wished to put me in some dreadful position for reasons of his own.
Zikali appeared to grow angry. He stamped upon the ground with his big feet; he shook his braided grey locks and cried out: "Is my wisdom to be defeated in such a little matter? One of you tie a bandage over my eyes." Now a man it was Maputa, the messenger came out and did so, and I noted that he tied it well and tight.
"My hut is the King's," answered Zikali, "yet let the King remember that those Spirits of which he does not know the ways, can always hear, yes, even the thoughts of men, and on them do judgment." "Fear not," said Cetewayo, "amongst many other things I remember this also." Then Zikali turned and crept into the hut, whispering as he passed me "Lie silent for your life."
Suddenly there came into my mind a recollection of the very vivid dream of Zikali which had visited me, and I reflected that in Zululand there would be little need to trouble about the death of Rodd. But Zululand was a long way off, and if we were to avoid the Transvaal, there was only one way of going there, namely through Swaziland.
And being strong, though small, or perhaps because you still have work left to do in the world before you leave it for a while, you have lived through all these things and will in time recover, though not yet." "I hope so, Zikali, though on the whole I am not sure that I wish to recover."
Being so distant it was impossible to estimate its size, which I guessed must be enormous, but in looking at it I bethought me of that great mountain in which Zikali said the marvellous white Queen lived, and wondered whether it could be the same, as from my memory of his map upon the ashes, it well might be, that is, if such a place existed at all.
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