



Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England




The White Shield, by Bertram Mitford.

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THE WHITE SHIELD, BY BERTRAM MITFORD.



PROLOGUE.

We were talking about Rorke's Drift and of Kambula, in the battles
fought at which places these two warriors had borne arms.  They were
fine, tall, martial-looking Zulus, and both head-ringed.  They carried
small shields, and a perfect arsenal of assegais--beautifully-made
weapons for the most part.  With none of these, however, could they be
induced to part.

"What should you white people want with our poor weapons?" said one.
"Have you not much better ones of your own?  Where is your gun,
_Umlungu_?"

"Yonder," I answered, pointing to my wagon, which, far away on the plain
beneath, drawn by its span of twelve black Zulu oxen, seemed at that
distance to creep along like some great centipede.  "But I seldom carry
it about, for there is little game in these parts, and a useless gun is
much heavier than a stick."

"And a Zulu spear is no heavier than a stick, but more useful," cut in
the other, with a quizzical laugh.

Then it took some time to explain that the weapon was wanted, not for
use, but for show--in short, as a curio--in process of which explanation
a voice from behind sang out--

"_Au!  Nkose_ is fond of assegais!"

[Note: Nkose means "the chief", and is a term of courtesy.]

I knew that voice.  Turning, I beheld the tall, gaunt form and sinewy
limbs, the white-bearded countenance and bright eyes of old Untuswa,
some time _induna_ under the great Umzilikazi, Founder and first King of
the Matabeli nation.

"Greeting, old friend!"  I said, as he plunged eagerly forward to bestow
upon me a hearty handgrip; which, by the way, left a sensation as of
having shaken hands with a remarkably energetic skeleton.  "Greeting to
you, son of Ntelani, _induna_ of the Elephant who of late trumpeted in
the North!  Greeting also to the King's Assegai!"

"You are my father, _Nkose_!" cried the old man, sinking down into a
sitting posture in our midst.  "Yes, the King's Assegai is still alive,
like its old owner," he said, exhibiting the splendid spear, and
balancing it lovingly in his hands.  "When I saw yonder wagon and the
black oxen which draw it, I said to myself--`There goes the white man to
whom I told that tale.'"

"True, Untuswa, and a right stirring tale it was.  But I seem to
remember, that when we parted on the Entonjaneni heights, the word was
that other matters, at least as strange, remained to be told, should we
behold each other again.  And here now we do behold each other again,
and the day is yet young.  Further, here is good store of tobacco, and
if there is anything which constitutes a better accompaniment to a
story, why, I never heard of it."

The eyes of old Untuswa brightened as he received the much-prized
_gwai_, holding out both hands for it, as the courteous custom of this
people is, even though the gift be no weightier than a threepenny-piece.
For to receive anything with one hand only, would, to the minds of
these "barbarians," imply a contempt alike for the gift and for the
giver.

High up on the ill-omened Hlobane Mountain we were seated, whose savage
fastnesses I had spent days in exploring.  It was early morning, and the
weather was grey and depressing, seeming to threaten rain.  Beneath lay
a great panorama of desolate rolling plain and craggy spurs--treeless,
forbidding--with here and there a kraal, dotted at intervals,
symmetrical in its circular ring-fences.  But here, where we sat, poised
high above the world, I had come upon another small kraal, and, turning
my pony loose to graze, had, as usual, tarried to make friends with its
people.

Now, the older of the two warriors with whom I had been in converse,
called aloud, and presently there appeared a couple of stalwart,
shapely-limbed damsels, bearing a very large earthen bowl brimming with
_tywala_, or corn-beer, and a basket containing roasted mealies.  A
goodly portion of the liquor was poured into a smaller bowl and handed
to me, after the preliminary sip required by Zulu etiquette, the others
taking draughts in common from the large earthen pot.

Zulus, like most uncivilised races, are extremely fond of listening to
stories, and hold a good narrator in high repute; therefore, these two
sat with faces all animation and heads bent eagerly forward.  Then,
having taken several copious pinches of snuff, old Untuswa commenced the
tale which follows.



CHAPTER ONE.

THE CHIEF OF THE BLUE CATTLE.

You will remember, _Nkose_, how we of the Royal House of Dingiswayo, of
the tribe of Umtetwa, with the Amandebeli, went out from the land of
Zulu to found a new nation, and how we shut back the overwhelming number
of the spears of Tshaka in the gates of the great Kwahlamba mountains.
So, too, you will remember how, having hailed our leader Umzilikazi as
king we swept ever onward, to the west and to the north, stamping flat
the tribes within our path and laying waste the land, leaving behind us
a desert that the cubs of the Lion of Zulu would find difficult of
crossing.  So, too, you will remember, how we built the great Kraal of
Ekupumuleni, and subdued all the tribes round about, and sat in our fair
resting-place, feared as a great and mighty people.  For of the races
around, all came in to _konza_ to Umzilikazi, and to pay tribute, and
such as did not--well, it was not long before the trumpeting of the
Elephant sounded in their ears, dwelt they even two or three moons
distant.  But there was one tribe or nation which refused thus to
_konza_, and of it I shall speak presently.

As time went by, our new nation grew in numbers and strength--though the
latter might be our weakness in the day of grave trial.  For we had
incorporated into our army the youth of such tribes as we had conquered
and whom the king deemed capable of bearing arms.  These Amaholi, or
slaves, were really our dogs, and even of this they might have been
proud, for in our veins ran the clear unmixed blood of the "People of
the Heavens;" [Such is the literal meaning of the word "Amazulu"] but
did the spears of Tshaka show upon the skyline there would not be one of
these miserable jackals within a day's march of them by the time they
drew near.  Howbeit, although they were too cowardly to fight for us, we
did not fear lest they should turn and fight against us, for the spears
of Tshaka would devour them just as readily as they would ourselves;
nay, more readily, for we Amandebeli were as lions, and dealt back blow
for blow, were the enemy tenfold our own strength.

Time passed by, and as our _impis_ went farther and farther afield,
reports came in of a wonderful land to the north: of a land whose
streams were never dry, and where the grass was ever green, and rich,
and sweet.  Now, around the King's kraal, Ekupumuleni, it was not always
so, and for many moons we had suffered greatly for want of rain; indeed,
the King had sent out expressly to take all the rain-makers of every
tribe and race and to bring them in.  These tried their powers, each and
all, and failed, wherefore they were put to death, for Umzilikazi
declared that, as they were highly honoured and loaded with gifts when
they could perform their office, it was only fair that they should pay
forfeit when they could not; and this fate befell most of our own
rain-makers, who were tied with their heels round the backs of their
necks, and flung into a water-hole.  Indeed, the only one who escaped
was Masuka, the old Mosutu, whom we took, and whose life I had saved at
the burning of certain Bapedi kraals, and who, while declaring himself
an _isanusi_ but no rain-maker, yet managed to bring rain, and thus not
only escaped death but was advanced to still further honour.  He was now
of a great age, this old man, and was little else than a human skin
loosely covering a skeleton; yet his eyes were as bright and marvellous
as ever.

That Masuka stood so high in the king's favour and in such honour among
the people delighted me greatly, for I knew that as long as this was so
I was safe from any plots my enemies might lay against me.  I was now
second fighting _induna_ of the whole army, and a _kehla_, or ringed
man.  I had won a place of great power, young as I was, and those whose
bitter jealousy would have moved them to compass my downfall and death
were many.  Moreover Umzilikazi had become suspicious of late, and was
inclined to suspect each and all of his principal captains of designs
upon his life and seat; and there were times when I fancied his
suspicions rested strongly on Kalipe, the chief _induna_ of the army,
and myself--but mostly upon myself.

Yet, _Nkose_, this idea, terrible as it was, did not fill me with
unmingled dismay.  That I, but yesterday an _umfane_ and unringed,
should now be in a position to be suspected of usurping Umzilikazi's
seat, of aspiring to become King of the Aba-ka-zulu; _Hau_!  This indeed
would cause my veins to flow and my nerves to thrill with a strange
proud tingling.  Yet the other side of the picture was grim and dark,
for from it loomed the stake of impalement--the death of the hot stones;
or, at the mildest, the knob-sticks of the slayers.  I remembered, too,
the words which, in times past, had been spoken by Nangeza, my chief
wife: "A man who is brave and cautious may climb to any height,"--and,
indeed, she suffered me not to forget them, for she was as proud and
ambitious as ever, and was continually inciting me to supplant Kalipe.
Then once I held the army in the hollow of my hand, what easier than--

But at this point I would stop my ears and cry upon her to hold her
peace, lest she brought me--brought us all--to a far more fearful and
lingering death than that which I extended my breast to meet when I
claimed and won the King's assegai--as I have already told you, _Nkose_.
But Nangeza had a plotting brain and would ever be first--indeed, had
the King taken her to wife, she would never have rested until she had
made herself King over him or--until she had been led forth to the place
of slaughter.  Moreover, I would do nothing against Kalipe, whose word
and ways were as straight as his path when the King's enemies lay before
him, and although he was much older than I he would never show any
jealousy because I had been promoted nearly to an equality with himself.

"It is the weakness of our nation, Untuswa," he would say, "that we rend
and devour each other like a pack of jackals; and every man plots, lest
another rise to be a little greater than himself.  Now, the man I would
sooner see second to me, or even equal with me, is not the oldest, nor
yet the richest man, but the bravest; and that man is, I believe,
yourself, son of Ntelani, young in years as you are."

Thus spake Kalipe, and, indeed, he meant his words; and while this was
so, and I had old Masuka on my side, I feared the grudges and jealousy
of no man.

Now, it was in the mind of the King to abandon Ekupumuleni, and to move
farther northward, partly for the reasons I have given, partly that the
arm of Tshaka stretched far, and he was never quite certain that we were
beyond the reach of it.  So he ordered me to take a force of warriors,
and make an expedition into the country with the ever-flowing streams,
and to verify such reports of it as had come in.

My command was but a small one, comprising perhaps sixty or seventy
men--the merest handful, remembering that those through whom our path
lay were in countless thousands, and that small cause indeed had they to
love us.  Yet such was the terror inspired by the very name of the
Amandebeli--or Aba-ka-zulu, as these people termed us--that though they
were in swarming numbers, they fled from their kraals as our tiny _impi_
drew near, and took refuge among the hills.  We laughed and shook our
spears at them in proud contempt, and taking whatever we wanted, passed
on our way, for we were only the eyes of the lion this time, not his
teeth and claws, wherefore we left them their lives and their cattle.

But this was not to last for ever.  Day by day as we progressed the
country became fairer, swarming as it did with great herds of game--
elephant and buffalo and kudu--in the forest tracts, and vast quantities
of eland and spring-bok and other game upon the rolling treeless plains.
And the cattle which the people owned were round and fat; and the
people themselves, though not warriors, were rich and happy.  We looked
at each other and laughed in our delight.  Here was the country we would
occupy.  Here was the fair land of plenty we had fled from Tshaka's
spears to gain.  Here was the land wherein we would set up our new
nation, and these people already here should be our dogs--our slaves.

Thus we thought, thus we spake, although we were but a tiny handful
among tens of thousands.  The cattle of these people covered the land--
fat and sleek.  It was well.  They should be ours.  What a nation ours
should become!

So resolving, we continued our march, already the proud march of the
conqueror.  It was evening, nigh to sundown.  We had slaughtered oxen at
the last kraal we passed, and had seized women and boys to carry our
meat for us.  We were ascending a long rise, intending to rest in the
valley beyond, where a river flowed, when, lo! the crest of the hill was
crowned with spears--bright spears--a forest of them moving and
extending in waves of light beneath the now sinking sun.

At the sight a deep gasp broke from every chest, and up went every man's
head with distended nostrils.  We snuffed battle even as a hound snuffs
the warm scent of a buck.  We gripped our shields and our weapons, and
we massed together, halting to see what the enemy would do next.

"_Haul_ They are surrounding us," muttered some of the warriors in their
deep voices--their eyes glaring like those of hyenas hungering for
blood.  "Shall we fall upon them, _Induna_ of the King?  Shall we fall
upon them?"

"Not so," I answered, leaning on my shield and calmly taking snuff,
though the wild expectation of battle and its delights caused my heart
to beat and my pulses to thrill, for I was young yet, although so high
up in a position of trust.  "Not so.  Let us see first if they are
coming in to _konza_ to the messengers of the Great Great One; but if
they mean war, my children, by the head ring of Senzangakona, they shall
have as much of it as they can stomach.  Let no blow be struck until I
give the word, but raise the song of the Great Great One, and advance in
battle order.  When I give the word we will walk through and through
their ranks, leaving a broad path every way."

So each warrior, striking his shield with his knobstick, raised the war
song of Umzilikazi--

  "_Yaingahlabi
  Leyo 'nkunzi!
  Yai ukufa_!"

  ["That bull did not (merely) gore.
  It was death."]

And thus we paced up the <DW72> slowly, and roaring the terrible
battle-song, which had told the tidings of blood and fire and widespread
death along our nation's track, and as the excitement spread over us we
began to "see red," and the aspect of each warrior was so grim and
ferocious, that those in front, hundreds though they were, hesitated
before our unswerving advance, then halted and called for an _indaba_.

As we still advanced, singing loudly, we began to observe more closely
those who opposed us, and all but hemmed us in.  They were armed with
spears, which seemed well made, with axes, and hard square shields.  In
aspect they were akin to the Bapedi and the people of old Masuka, but
their faces were softer, as those of women, or of men who were not fond
of war; their ranks, too, were loose and open, and in no order: indeed,
I had little doubt but that, in the event of hostilities, we could carry
out our original plan, and hew lanes through and through them.  But now
a voice called out to us--

"Who are ye, stranger people, who enter the land of the Bakoni?  Who are
ye? so few, yet singing songs of war?"

Our warriors shook their heads and growled like dogs.  They understood
not this language, but I understood it moderately well, having been at
pains to learn from old Masuka both the tongues and customs of the
people around, with all of which he was well-acquainted; and, indeed, it
was because of my knowledge of these tongues that the King had sent me
in command of such a small _impi_, which might easily have been led by a
chief of far inferior rank.

"Of the Bakoni?  Who is your chief, and where is he?"  I cried in
return.

"Ascend hither, strangers, then you may see and speak with him," came
the reply.

Not a shade of hesitation did our warriors show as I made known this
request.  They advanced up the hill, marching in rank and singing, as
proudly disdainful of the vastly overwhelming numbers in front as though
safe at Ekupumuleni.  Even the women and boys, staggering under their
loads of meat, dared not leave us, although their own people were around
them in force and we were but few.

We soon gained the brow of the rise, and spreading out on either hand in
two long lines, their spears glittering in the sinking sun, we beheld
the battle rank of the Bakoni warriors.  But we beheld something more.
Beyond the rise whereon we stood, beyond the small river which flowed at
its base on the further side, was a wide rolling plain covered with
cattle, and beyond the cattle lay the countless huts of an immense town.

Our eyes opened wide, and a deep-throated gasp escaped us.  What a place
to burn!  What countless herds to sweep away! was the thought in each
man's mind.

Behind this town rose a great hill, steep-sided, flat-topped, and belted
by lines of cliffs.  There were further hills beyond it, but this one
stood out from all, seeming to stand by itself upon the plain.  We
almost forgot the near presence of a great number of enemies.  These,
however, now closed in around us.

"Draw near, strangers," said the man who had first hailed us, and who
seemed to be a leader of some kind--"the Chief of the People of the Blue
Cattle sits before you."

I beheld, seated upon a leopard skin, a man just past middle age.  He
was a well-built man, tall and sinewy, and more martial-looking than any
of his people.  He was seated alone, a few councillors attending him
several paces in the background, and save for a battle-axe, no arms were
near him.  He wore ornaments of gold, as we noticed did quite a number
of the people, and the axe itself was profusely inlaid with gold.

"This people," I thought, "if not warlike, is skilful in making weapons.
Good.  It shall make weapons for its masters, the conquerors of the
world."

"Greeting, Chief of the Blue Cattle," I said, taking up the title by
which he had been named; and, indeed, looking upon the countless herds
which were scattered over the plain, I noticed that the greater number
were of a bluish-white colour.

He frowned, thinking I accosted him with scant deference, which was
true, for we Amazulu, People of the Heavens, do not bend low before the
chiefs of such tribes as this.

"Why do you approach me with weapons in your hand, stranger?  Is this a
custom among yourselves when approaching a chief?"

"Our weapons were placed in our hands by the Great Great One--the Black
Elephant, whose voice trumpets afar.  Not until we return into his
presence again do we lay them down," I answered shortly.

All this while I was keenly watching the chief's face, and I read
therein a bragging nature, but a coward spirit underlying it.  He, for
his part, was noting our large stature and fearless bearing, our great
shields and heavy-bladed spears, and I knew he was impressed thereby.

"What do you here, in my country, strangers?" he continued, frowning
still deeper.  "You enter it armed and slaughter our cattle, and seize
upon our women and boys to act as your slaves," with a glance at the
group behind us who had thrown off their loads to rest.  "This must be
explained."

"The explanation is short, O Chief of the Blue Cattle," I answered
haughtily, standing straight and with my head thrown back.  "We entered
this, your country, as we would enter any country, at the bidding of the
Great Great One, who sits at Ekupumuleni, the Black Elephant, who is
King over the whole world and King over the Bakoni of course.  This is
the explanation, O Chief of the Blue Cattle."

At these words an enraged murmur arose from those immediately before us,
and rolled along the ranks in a defiant shout.  Still, with my head
thrown back, I only laughed slightly.

"That is my explanation; now hear my advice," I went on.  "Send back
immediately your highest _indunas_ with a large present of girls and
cattle to the Great Great One who sits at Ekupumuleni.  Then will he fix
the terms upon which he will suffer you and your people to live, O Chief
of the Blue Cattle."

To the first shout of rage now succeeded a deafening yell of
exasperation as the people caught the gist of these proud words.  There
was a swift rush and the ranks tightened around us.  Spears were shaken
towards us, and eyes glared with angry menace.  But my little band made
scarcely a movement; a hand here and there would shift nearer to the
head of the deadly stabbing assegai, or a shield would quiver in sinewy
grip.  That was all, yet upon every face there glowed the light of
battle.  A moment and we should be hewing our way through those broad
ranks to the inspiration of our fiercely maddening war-cry.

But the chief's command availed to arrest the rush of his exasperated
fighting men, which was well for him; else had he fallen that moment--
for I had marked him as first victim, nor could he have escaped me.

"What is thy name, leader of this band of strangers?" he said.

"Untuswa, son of Ntelani, of the tribe of Umtetwa, of the nation of
Zulu, is my name.  Ponder it well, O Chief of the Blue Cattle, for in
truth thou shalt hear it again."

Once more, a loud and angry shout arose from the warriors.  Once more
the words of the chief stayed the tumult.

"Look around, Untuswa, son of Ntelani," he said, rising for the first
time.  "Yonder is our town--one of many.  Behind it rises a hill, which
is flat on the top, whereon grows abundant grass, and springs flow.  It
could carry the cattle of a nation and the fighting men of a nation, and
the force who would climb it might just as well think to climb the
Heavens themselves, for it is fortified from base to summit.  Behold
these," designating the armed warriors; "these are but a handful among
the fighting-men who obey my word.  Yet I would quarrel with none,
wherefore I will not suffer that violence should overtake you--even
though you have offered insult to a mighty nation in the person of its
chief.  Depart now, ye strangers, in peace, while ye may.  Farewell!"

"How is it called, this great and mighty town, my father?"  I said,
somewhat mockingly.

"It is called `The Queen of the World,'" he answered proudly.

"Ha!  That is good," I replied.  "When the tread of the Elephant--
Umzilikazi, the Great Great One, the Founder of Nations--shaketh yonder
town, then the King and the Queen of the World will be mated?  Till
then, farewell, O Chief of the Blue Cattle!"

Then we departed even as we had come--slaves and all--no man hindering
us.  Yes, the name of Zulu was mighty indeed in those days.



CHAPTER TWO.

TREASON IN THE AIR.

Strong as we felt in the might of our name and nation, we were too well
skilled in the game of war to allow ourselves to be lulled into a blind
security.  Day after day, night after night, we kept a sharp look-out,
expecting the forces of the Bakoni and their allies to fall upon us in
overwhelming numbers.  But they did not; which went to show that
something of the terror of our name had travelled to the Chief of the
Blue Cattle; nor, indeed, did I doubt but that messengers would follow
shortly after us with gifts, and desiring to _konza_ to Umzilikazi, even
as had done all other nations within our reach.

At length we drew near to Ekupumuleni, and our hearts were light, for
the thoughts of all of us were full of the richness of the country which
lay awaiting our possession; and as we returned to the home of our
wandering nation, the dryness of the land struck us as quite cheerless--
not that it was so really, but only by comparison with the green,
well-watered region we had just left.

Having sent messengers on to announce our arrival, we entered the great
kraal, singing lustily the praises of the King.  Umzilikazi was seated
in his wonted place, at the upper end of the great open circle, and as
we flung our weapons to the ground and, tossing our right hands aloft,
roared the _Bayete_, I could see that pleased expression I knew so well
steal over his face.

"Greeting, son of Ntelani," he said, as bending low, I drew near.  "Seat
thyself, and tell me what thou hast seen and done."

This I did, and the Great Great One took snuff and listened.  Then he
ordered those women and boys whom he had taken as bearers to be brought
before him.

Crouching low to the earth they came, those poor slaves, their eyes
starting from their heads in fear.  They had never seen anything like
this--the splendour of our huge kraal and its shapeliness and strength;
so different to their own town, which, though far larger, was utterly
without shape or design--the stature and strength, and fierce bearing of
our warriors, who had mustered in crowds to witness our return, and
above all, the proud majesty of our King, and the roaring volume of
praises which went up from every throat to hail his appearance.  They
bent low to the very earth, trembling with fear.

"It is good, it is good," said the King, eyeing them between pinches of
snuff.  "These are right well-made specimens, albeit somewhat light of
skin.  I ordered thee to take no captives, Untuswa, yet the _impi_
needed bearers for its goods, and thou hast chosen the pick and flower
of the girls.  Ah! ah!  Untuswa; thou hast ever an eye for all that is
best in that way."

"_Yeh-bo Nkulu 'nkulu_!"  I cried, delighted that I had pleased the
King.

"I will choose the best, Untuswa.  After that thou canst take the two
that will suit thee; the remainder I will otherwise dispose of."

Then the King dismissed us, ordering cattle to be slain for us to feast
on, and we departed from his presence uttering shouts of _bonga_.

When I gained my hut I found Nangeza, my principal wife, awaiting me
with ill-concealed impatience.

"Welcome, Untuswa," she said.  "And so upon the news you bring it
depends whether we move onward or no?"

"Who am I, to seek to interpret the mind of the King?"  I answered
darkly, for Nangeza was ever trying to wring out of me what went on in
the secret councils of the _izinduna_, and even in my private
conferences with the Great Great One himself.  This was all very well
while I was unringed and a thoughtless boy, but now things were
different.  The less women had to say to such matters the better; but
although I could see this now, Nangeza never could be brought to do so.
She would show an evil temper at such times, and hint that she had been
the making of me--that I had been ready enough to take counsel of her in
times past, but that now I was somebody I thought I could do without
her.  Then she would bid me beware, saying that, even as she had made
me, it might still be within her power to unmake me.  Now of this sort
of talk, _Nkose_, I began to have more than enough.  Nangeza might be
the _inkosikazi_--she deserved that--but she should not be the chief,
too.

[Inkosikazi means Chieftainess.  The principal wife of a man of rank.]

She was now a tall, fine, commanding woman, and as fearless and ready of
wit as she had been when a girl, yet with the lapse of time she had
become too commanding--had developed an expression of hardness which
does not become a woman.  She had slaves to wait on her, and had little
or no hard work to do herself.  Moreover, by this time, I had two other
wives, those two girls whom I had promised to _lobola_ for when they had
surprised me and Nangeza together; and I had kept my word.  They were
soft-hearted, merry, laughing girls, who never dreamed that the second
fighting _induna_ of the King's army ought to take his commands from
women; wherefore it not unfrequently befell that I preferred their huts
to that of Nangeza, my _inkosikazi_.

[Note: It is customary for each wife of a Zulu of rank to have a hut to
herself.]

A woman of Nangeza's disposition could not be other than a jealous
woman.  She hated my other two wives.  She had borne me one child, a
daughter, whereas the other two had each borne me a son, and she feared
lest I should name one of these as my successor, and as chief son, thus
conferring precedence over any she might hereafter bear me.  You white
people, _Nkose_, think that we Zulus keep our women in the lowest
subjection.  Well, we do not allow them to rule us, yet now and again we
find one who tries hard to do so, and gives a great amount of trouble
before we can convince her that it is not to be done; and Nangeza was
one of these.  And of her I was even then beginning to have more than
enough.

Now she sullenly acquiesced in my reticence, for I would not unfold one
word of the King's counsels.  But she gave me a very dark look and
turned away muttering.  Yet during my absence events of the gravest
moment had been transpiring.

In the evening Umzilikazi sent for me.  I found him alone in his hut,
and as I sat opposite him it seemed as though I were once more the
_inceku_ and shield-bearer, and that the dread ordeal which had
terminated in the winning of my head-ring and the King's Assegai had
been all a dream.

"What think you, Untuswa?" said the King at first.  "Is it for good or
for ill that we leave Ekupumuleni, `The Place of Rest,' and depart for
this new land?"

"It is for good, Great Great One.  The land is better one than this.
There is more room in it for a new nation to become mighty and rich."

"Yet there are some who would remain here, some who shake a doleful head
over the prospect of going farther."

"Those who shake their heads against the will of the King may happen to
shake them off, O Elephant."

"Ha!  Thou sayest well, son of Ntelani.  They may happen to shake them
off--ah! ah! they may."

Now Umzilikazi spoke in that soft and pleasant voice of his, and I
thought that trouble was gathering for somebody.  Then as his keen eyes,
half-closed, were fixed upon mine, piercing through and through my
brain, I did not sit at ease, for I had been absent many moons, and
certain powerful enemies of mine had not.  Then he went on, still
speaking in that soft and terrible voice.

"There are those who have reason to love Ekupumuleni, for it is not too
far from the land of their birth.  Good.  Ekupumuleni shall indeed be
their resting-place--their resting-place forever."

Now I knew that ill awaited somebody, and strangely, too, at that
moment, I remembered Nangeza's dark looks and words.  Yet how could the
shadow of coming ill affect me?  I aspired to be nothing but a fighting
leader!  My mind was the mind of the King.  I cared nothing for
intriguing or plotting.  I only asked to lead my shields against the
enemies of the King.  The occupation I favoured most was that of
fighting.

Then Umzilikazi went on to talk about this new land, and of the chief
and people who owned the blue cattle.

"There will be spoil for all, for all who deserve it," he said; "and
these slaves you have brought back please me well.  _Whau_, Untuswa!
How is it that a man like you, and a fighting captain, has but three
wives--only three?" he asked, laughing at me.

"I care not for such, Great Great One.  I desire only to wield the
King's Assegai in battle," I said.

"That is well.  In a few days we shall see.  Go now, Untuswa."

I saluted and left the King.  As I passed the gate of the _isigodhlo_,
or royal enclosure, which gate was only wide enough to admit one man at
a time, I met my father, Ntelani, entering.  Not a word had the King let
fall on the matter of my father, and this meeting, which was a surprise
to both of us, seemed an evil omen; for now that I wore the head-ring,
and had become great, and commanded the King's troops, my father was
more jealous than ever, and hated me more.  We exchanged greetings, and
then in the darkness I made my way to old Masuka's hut.

I pushed the wicker door open and crept in.  The old witch-doctor was
awake, and, seated by his fire, looked more like a big black spider than
a man, such a skin-and-bone old skeleton had he become.

"I have seen you, Untuswa," he said, looking up.

"Greeting, father," I replied.

"_Au_!" he said, handing me snuff.  "And have you brought back cow and
calf from the land of the Blue Cattle, Untuswa?  The cow, whose milk
keeps the life in my old frame, is dead--a lion killed her."

"No cattle did I bring from the land of the Bakoni, father, though it
will not be a long time before we go and take all of it," I replied;
"but there is a red cow in milk among my herd.  Tomorrow she and her
calf shall be driven in among your beasts, my father."

The old man looked pleased.  He loved cattle, and although by now he was
one of the wealthiest among us, yet he never lost an opportunity of
adding to his herds; but if any man gave him a cow he did not ask for
more; unlike our own _izanusi_, who were wont to go on asking and asking
until they had obtained ten or twelve beasts.  Now I, each time that I
was enriched by increase in my herd, or took spoil from an enemy, never
failed to send a head or two to old Masuka; but from me our own
_izanusi_ got nothing--wherefore they hated me.  But the old Mosutu had
been the means of saving my life and making me great; wherefore I
grudged him not such gifts from time to time.

When the King had caused Isilwana, the head _isanusi_, to be killed, for
failing to cure a man who was wounded by the poisoned arrows of the
mountain tribes, he had desired to put Masuka in his place; but the old
man begged permission to refuse, saying that his _muti_ [Medicine, or
charm] would be of no avail if worked with others.  So Umzilikazi, not
sorry to set up a rivalry between the witch-doctors, had allowed him to
go his own way; and since the rain-making, the old Mosutu had stood
higher in the King's favour than ever.

"That is well, my son," he replied, "but delay not to send the cow with
morning light, for by nightfall it may be that she will never be sent."

"_Hau_!"  I cried.  "What mean you, my father?"

"You are brave, Untuswa, and I have made you great.  It is a pity that
such should die young."

"What mean you, my father?"  I cried again, seeing a deadly meaning in
his words.

He gazed at me for a moment, then bending forward spoke low in the
Sesutu tongue, which by this time he had taught me; and as I listened my
horror became greater and greater, for it seemed as though a wide and
black pit of darkness yawned at my feet, and I must either spring over
it or into it.  Verily, the enemies at work within a man's kraal are
more to be feared than any outside.  I must warn the King this very
night.  Yet, was it too late?

"Even now I hear steps which seek thee, son of Ntelani," he ended.  "Yet
go to meet them.  I know not if thou wilt return."

Obedient to the old man's injunction, I rose, and now I, too, heard
steps in the silence of the night.  With a heavy foreboding of trouble,
I crept through the door of the hut, and stood upright.

"The King desires speech of thee, son of Ntelani," said a voice, as a
man came in sight.  I recognised him as one of the _izinceku_ or
household attendants, and I thought there was something of malice and
mischief in his tone.  But I lost no time in gaining the _isigodhlo_.

Now, the royal house was of great size, nearly twice that of the largest
of any other.  I approached, singing in a low voice the King's praises,
to give notice that I was coming; then, disarming, I entered.  The Great
Great One was alone.  A fire burning in the centre lighted up the
interior brightly, and in its blaze I could see upon the royal
countenance a look I did not like.  But still less did I like what
immediately followed.

"Thou dog and whelp of a dog!" hissed the King, as, with the rapidity of
lightning, he dropped aside his skin robe and hurled a casting assegai
at me.  It grazed my head with a vicious "zip!" and buried itself in the
side of the house, where it stuck quivering.

I did not move.  Not a word did I speak, yet I felt that death and
myself were closely shoulder to shoulder once more.

"Well, dog!  Hast thou no word to say?" went on Umzilikazi, his hand
gripping another casting spear.

"Yes, I have a `word,' Great Great One.  My life is ever in the hand of
the King.  But now I know of no reason why it should be taken," I
answered boldly.

"No reason?  _Au_!  Can a nation serve two Kings, Untuswa, my dog?" he
mocked.

"Now have the dreams of the Elephant been bad--now have the ears of the
Great Great One been filled with dark and false things.  Moreover, I
know well that it was not really in thy mind to slay me, Father; else
had yon spear been buried in something very different to the grass wall
of the house," I ended, with my usual boldness, which was so great as
sometimes to astonish myself nearly as much as it did those who
witnessed it.  But it was in the minds of men that I should never now be
slain by order of the Great Great One, because I held the King's
Assegai.  Yet upon this I did not put overmuch trust.

"You have a ready tongue, Untuswa, and a ready wit," said Umzilikazi, no
longer wrathfully.  "The word is true, and well said, for I could hardly
miss a man at that distance, even though there are some who think it is
time to find a new King."

These last words were spoken low.  I had heard enough from old Masuka
not to require to ask their meaning.  Yet I spoke in surprise and
disgust, at the thought that such a thing should be possible.

"What is your thought on the matter, Untuswa?" said the King softly,
eyeing me with his head on one side.

"_Au_! that is not a question to ask of me, Great Great One; for was I
not on my way hither to point out those who think thus?"  I said.

He started eagerly.

"Can you do this, Untuswa?  Can you point them out?"

"I can, Great Great One.  Shall I silently call together the slayers?
The pool beyond Ncwelo's kraal is not far, and the moon will not take
long to sink now.  In the morning its water shall be red."

"Ha!  The pool beyond Ncwelo's?" muttered the King.  "Wait.  Call not
together the slayers, for I will see these evil-doers with my own eyes,
will hear their treachery with my own ears.  You and I will go forth
together, Untuswa; then on the morrow they shall behold their last
sunrise."

"How many men shall I bring for safeguard, Father?"  I said.  "Ten,
perhaps, or more?"

"No men shalt thou bring, Untuswa.  Thou and I will go forth together
and witness the doings of these wizards, these _abatagati_, who meet at
night."

I looked anxious, for this was a serious adventure.  The risks were
enormous.  Of the exact number of conspirators we were in ignorance, but
we, being only two, would be sure to find ourselves at a great
disadvantage in the event of discovery.  Again, if any harm befell the
King, should not I be held responsible for it?  So I said--

"May I not go alone and bring back word, Black Elephant?"

I fancied Umzilikazi looked suspicious.

"Not so, Untuswa," he said.  "I will satisfy my own eyes, my own ears,
and then--Hearken now.  Take thy weapons, for it is time to start.  Walk
in front of me until we are without the gates.  If we meet any man, harm
him not.  But any man who recognises the King, with the first words of
royal greeting which pass his lips, slay him instantly and without a
word, be he whom he may.  I would not be known to have moved in this
matter."

Umzilikazi took a broad-bladed spear in his hand and a black shield, of
smaller size than those used in war.  It happened that I was armed in
like manner, except that I had a large knobstick as well.  Thus
equipped, we started upon our adventure.



CHAPTER THREE.

THE CONSPIRACY OF NCWELO'S POOL.

We passed out of the _isigodhlo_ by a secret way; known to and used by
the King alone.  The night was not a dark one, for the stars were
shining bright and clear, and a waning moon hung low down in the
heavens.  As we stepped rapidly forth across the open plain we could
make out the dim outline of the great kraal lying silent and slumbrous.
Suddenly the figure of a man rose up, right across our path.

Now we were facing the setting moon, and the man was advancing
stealthily in the direction of the kraal, wherefore we met.  His face
was in darkness.  Not so ours, however, and as he recognised the lion
countenance of the Great Great One, thus walking abroad by night, he was
seized with a mighty fear, and, uttering the _Bayete_, he crouched low--
hiding his face that we might pass him.  And he had looked on the things
of this world for the last time, for the words of the Black Elephant
were fresh in my ears.  This man had recognised the King--had spoken the
royal greeting--wherefore, as he crouched, the blade of my broad
_umkonto_ drove through between his shoulders, coming out far through
his breast.  So he died there in the night, uttering no further sound.

"That was well done, Untuswa," whispered the King.  "I have but one
word, and now there is one _umtagati_ the less.  Proceed!"

So we stepped forward again, leaving the slain man lying there; and as
we held on our way, I leading, and gripping my spear, all on the alert
lest we should meet others prompt to recognise the King, we heard before
and around us the howling of hyenas and the yelping of jackals, with now
and again the thunder roar of a lion at no very great distance, also a
strange and unearthly wail, which could come from no beast--but only, it
might be, from the sad ghosts of those slain, who were weeping over
their own shattered bones above the place of slaughter.

"This is a night for _abatagati_ indeed," growled the King.  "Yet there
will be more ghosts to weep, Untuswa, after our visit to Ncwelo's pool."

"_Gahle, Nkulu 'nkulu_," I whispered.  [Gently, Great Great One.]
"Yonder is Ncwelo's kraal.  If his dogs hear us, will not their tongues
be swift to put the conspirators to flight?  Yonder by the shade of the
trees must we pass, for they whom we seek will have eyes watching the
plain in all directions."

"Lead on, Untuswa," whispered the King.

Some distance round, under the shade of the trees, had we to travel, for
we dared not cross the open, though to do so were far more direct.
_Au_! it was black where the light of the moon and the stars could not
pierce, and we had to writhe our way as silently as serpents--indeed
more silently, for twice the rustle of some great serpent uncoiling
himself to withdraw slowly from our path, and his shrill angry hiss at
being disturbed, caused us to pause in order to allow him to retreat.

At length I, who was leading, halted and held up a hand.  It was not a
sound that I had heard in front through the black gloom, but there had
floated to my nostrils on the clear air of the night an odour.  It was
the smell of a horse.  Now of horses among us there were but few--all
belonging to the King--and at Ncwelo's kraal were none.  The Great Great
One perceived it too, for just then a shaft of moonlight between the
tree-tops revealed his face, and upon it was the eager, smiling,
terrible expression I had seen there more than once, but usually when
leading us into the very thickest of the battle.  Yet neither of us
spake, and we resumed our way, though tenfold more cautiously than
before.

Again I held up my hand.  We were now where the ground ended.  Before
were several jagged pinnacles of rock; in front of these--air.  We had
made our way by a circuit to the high ground overlooking the back of
Ncwelo's pool.

There it lay, the pool--its surface glistening in the moonlight,
reflecting the stars--lying beneath us at a depth, it might be, of eight
or ten times the length of a man; and the murmur of voices rose to our
ears, together with the occasional stamp of a horse and the sound as of
the shaking of a saddle.  The grasp of the King's hand tightened on my
shoulder, as we drew ourselves yet nearer to the brink of the rocks and
peered cautiously forth.

"Listen, Untuswa," he breathed into my ear.  "Mark well the voices, lest
the darkness prevent us from seeing the speakers.  Ha!" he added, "that,
at any rate, is a voice thou shouldst know."

And there in truth, _Nkose_, Umzilikazi spoke no lie; for the voice was
that of Ntelani, my father.

It was raised in reproof.  Someone at that moment was striking a light--
with the stone fire-makers the white men used at that time--and there
arose to our nostrils the odour of tobacco being smoked in a pipe.  But
while this light still flamed we made out with the greatest plainness
the faces of six men.

Yes, in that flash we saw them all, for they were immediately below us.
Two were white men, with rough faces covered with thick shaggy beards.
They wore large hats and clothing made of dressed leather, and were
armed with knives and long guns.  They were tall, big men, but slow and
heavy of speech and aspect.  We knew them in a moment for Amabuna
[Boers].

The other four were our own people: Tyuyumane, an influential _induna_
and a relation of the King; Notalwa, the head of our witch doctors;
Senkonya, another _induna_, and my father Ntelani.  The latter was
speaking:

"I fear lest the odour of _gwai_ thus burned spread far into the
stillness of the night, for none of us Amazulu use our _gwai_ in such
wise.  Wherefore it will be known that white men are about."

But that Ibuna answered roughly that he cared nothing if it reached the
nostrils of Umzilikazi himself, save that he uttered the King's name
"Selekas," so badly did that people speak with our tongue.

The other, however, reproved him, which was well, for our people,
traitors though they were, liked not to listen to that sort of talk.

"And now, Ntelani," went on this man, speaking softly and pleasantly,
"if we help you in the matter, how do you propose to carry out the
change?"

"Thus," replied my father, having paused awhile to take snuff and think.
"Umzilikazi is great--he is a lion--a buffalo bull--an elephant.  The
young men are with him.  The young men are all his dogs, for he gives
them plenty of fighting and abundance of spoil.  Moreover, he allows
them to _tunga_ while yet children, and exalts them to be _izinduna_
over the heads of their fathers.  Their fathers are to be their dogs.
He loves not old men as _izinduna_.  He creates _izinduna_ out of
children like himself."

[Note: Tunga means "Sew"--the head-ring--i.e. marry.]

Now the King pushed me as we lay and listened, for both of us understood
this speech, which was not even dark.  Then my father went on:--

"Here is my plan, leader of the Amabuna.  We must have a King, but when
the Elephant who now trumpets is henceforth trumpeting in black night
the warriors will demand a leader, and no man is there who holds their
hearts like one, a lion-cub which I have bred, for he is fearless in
war, and him they will have to reign over them.  This wish they must
have granted, if only to accustom them to the change.  He shall be
King--King for a day--ah! ah!"

And my father chuckled with malice as he took more snuff.

"But what if he will not?  What if he remains faithful to Umzilikazi?"
said the leader of the Amabuna; for that people talks plain, and
understands not our way of dark speaking.

"_Au_!  Will he not?" sneered my father.  "I tell thee, Ibuna, that he
would slay the King with his own hand but to sit in his seat, if only
for a day."

Now, _Nkose_, my fury well-nigh got the mastery over me.  Such dangerous
and fatal words uttered by my father in the hearing of the Great Great
One struck dismay into my heart, for the minds of Kings are ever
suspicious, and had not I been brought there half under suspicion
myself?  Besides, they were not true; for even were the chance to offer,
I would not sit in the seat of Umzilikazi in his lifetime.  For he had
made me great, and, in reality, second only to himself.  No thought of
treason was in my heart, nor had there ever been since the time when, as
a hot-headed and foolish boy, I had all but thrown away my life for the
sake of a girl; but since then--_au_! had the whole nation turned
against the King, I, even if the only one, would have kept faithful to
him, would have given my life for his.  Further, my father's intended
treachery towards myself--towards the King and the nation--made my blood
flow hot; for no promises of advantage on the part of these lying
Amabuna would ever have deceived me, even could I see of what advantage
they could be to us.  I began to "see red."  It was all I could do not
to plunge down the rocks and slay Ntelani where he sat, even though he
were my own father.  And something of this must have shown itself--I
know not how--for again that grasp of iron was upon my shoulder,
pressing me down, and the King's voice breathed into my ear--

"_Gahle, gahle_, Untuswa.  Hast thou not even yet learned sound
judgment, thou who art no more a boy, but a _kehla_, and the leader of
warriors in battle?  Give ear now while these creeping scorpions advance
even further and further into the black jaws of death."

So we lay and listened, and presently we knew all there was to know,
and, in truth, the news was great, for many things had been hatching
within the womb of Time.  We learned that Tshaka, the Mighty One, the
Lion of Zulu, was no more, and that Dingane, a brother of that Elephant,
had reddened his spear in the Great One's blood, and now sat as King in
Zululand.  We learned that the Amabuna were coming up out of the west--
advancing in great numbers, with guns and horses, desiring the land
which lay between the Tugela and the sea--and to obtain this, their
leaders sought the aid of our nation, promising to set up as King in
Zululand he who should aid them the most in their war against Dingane.
But before this should happen, Umzilikazi must be sent to join his
father, for great as he might have reason to dread the power of Dingane,
these plotters knew that he hated that of the Amabuna still more, and
that by no inducement whatever could he be brought to listen to their
promises, still less to trust in them.

All this we drank in as we lay there among the rocks, listening to that
dark midnight plot--all this and more: how the old men were
dissatisfied, because of the favour shown to the younger ones--yet this
was necessary, _Nkose_, for ours was a young nation, which had to carve
out its own place with the arms and assegais of its warriors, most of
whom were young.  So we lay in the black midnight stillness, listening
to these _abatagati_ squatted around by the rock-hung pool, and the
dismal howling of beasts far and near seemed to re-echo their foul and
evil plotting.  But at the last we learned something more.  Should I,
the son of Ntelani, refuse to be made King--for a day--ah! yes, only for
a day--the _induna_ Tyuyumane was to reign.  And with this understanding
the Amabuna rose to depart.  As they swung themselves into their saddles
the one who had spoken more pleasantly said:

"The day after the new moon then, Ntelani, an Elephant will fall into
the staked pit from which there is no escape.  Our people, with guns and
horses, will be at hand.  Is that so?"

"That is so, leader of the Amabuna," grunted my father.  "_Au_! from the
spear of a pitfall there is no escape, even for the Elephant."  And the
others laughed deeply as they assented.

"My father," I whispered, as the Amabuna rode off, "shall I not go down
and slay yonder four?"

"Not so, Untuswa," whispered the King in reply.

"Shall I not then go and call forth an _impi_ to eat up those dirty
white jackals, O Elephant for whom no pit shall be laid?"

"Not so, Untuswa.  Ha!  It is the whole nest of foul birds that shall be
destroyed--not two only, that the remainder may take alarm and escape."

After the Amabuna had gone, those four traitors sat there in the
darkness and talked more freely, and in the course of this _indaba_ it
was arranged that Tyuyumane should sit in the seat of the Great Great
ONE.  But, first of all, on the day after the new moon, when the Amabuna
should be at hand with their horses and guns, it was settled that I was
to reign for a little while, only to accustom the younger warriors to
the change; then I was to be sent to travel the road of Umzilikazi.  All
this these four fools talked over among themselves, little thinking what
ears were drinking in their words--little dreaming what a sharp and
fiery throne awaited Tyuyumane--and, indeed, all of them.  Then the moon
sank down, and darkness lay upon the face of that wizard pool, and
silently the conspirators rose and were gone.

"Ha!  Untuswa," whispered the King in mockery, "soon will the nation cry
thee the _Bayete_.  How now?  Dost thou not feel already great?"

"Mock me not, Black Elephant," I pleaded; "mock me not that I am
begotten of Ntelani, who is the very chief of fools.  If the fooleries,
which we have just heard seem to the mind of the Great Great One true,
then let him slay me as I stand.  If not, suffer that I slay their
utterers."

And, dropping my assegai--the King's Assegai--I turned my breast to the
Black Elephant, even as on that day when I stood expecting the
death-stroke in the sight of all the nation.

"Not yet, Untuswa, not yet," was the answer, uttered softly.  "Lead on
now, that we may return before these _abatagati_ smell that the Lion has
been on their track."

Now, as we took our way beneath the blackness of the forest shades, it
seemed to me, _Nkose_, that I was standing with one foot upon the point
of an exceedingly lofty pinnacle, which point pierced more and more my
foot, and yet on each and every side was the dizzy height of death.  For
now came back to me those plotting and foolish dreams of the days when
my principal wife, Nangeza, and myself were making love without
permission, and breaking daily the stern law of our nation.  Then we had
talked over the possibility which lay before every man who knew not
fear, and who dared stake everything on fate, and how no man was more
fitted to aspire to the rule of a warrior race than such a born warrior
as myself; and, although now I had come to see the foolishness of such
dreams--for I loved Umzilikazi as a dog does his master--and, further,
was happy enough in my position as second fighting _induna_--yet it
might be that Nangeza, who was ill-disposed to me now by reason of her
evil and over-reaching temper, had whispered abroad such old tales--
adding insidiously to them, as the manner is with women--and these might
have reached the ears of the King--as what indeed did not?--and, taken
with what he had just heard, might mean my downfall.  Yet I could do
nothing, save to trust in my steady and faithful services to the King,
and the weight and general soundness of my counsel; for, young as I was,
the Great Great One took counsel of me oft, though secretly--oftener,
indeed, than of older _izinduna_, such as my father Ntelani, or even
Mcumbete, who of all his counsellors was the most trusted.

Suddenly the King's hand fell upon my shoulder again, pressing me down
gently but firmly to the very earth.  Not a moment too soon, for as we
lay crouching there, over us passed the four conspirators--right over
us, so that had they trodden but a foot's breadth to one side they had
touched us.  They were now upon the edge of the brush, and we could see
their forms clearly outlined against the stars.  Moreover, each held his
broad assegai in his right hand, for the man who wanders at night does
well to be prepared for peril at every step.  As for me, I desired
nothing better than to have at them then and there; but that restraining
grasp relaxed not on my shoulder, and the will of the Great Great One
was sufficient.  So we let those traitors go for the moment, but better
had it been for them had we stricken them down in the darkness as they
walked.

We regained the _isigodhlo_ by the same secret way, and perceived of
none.  But before dismissing me for the night the King whispered a few
orders.  And then I knew that the morrow would witness terrible things--
that, for some at least, it should bring forth that which might well
make them wish they had never been born.



CHAPTER FOUR.

THE "SMELLING-OUT."

On the morrow, ere yet the sun was up, heralds went running throughout
Ekupumuleni, crying aloud that none might venture away from the kraal on
pain of death.  Others, again ran swiftly to the cattle outposts and
outlying kraals, ordering all men to assemble immediately at the royal
place.  But before this I had already despatched several armed parties,
picked warriors of my own regiment, who should form a belt round the
kraals at a great distance, so that, being distributed in pickets, none
might pass.

Now a great fear fell upon all the people when these ominous
preparations became known; and this deepened, as presently it got noised
abroad that the King's dreams had been bad, for it was certain that a
great witch-finding impended--greater, indeed, than had been known since
Ekupumuleni was erected.  An uneasy feeling of restlessness and
suspicion had been astir for some little time, and now men whispered to
each other with their blankets over their heads, fearing lest their
words should fall upon the wrong ears.

Throughout the morning people continued to stream in from the outlying
places, men and women, for children were not cited, the former carrying
no weapons but sticks only.  But all the warriors of my own regiment, to
the number of several hundreds, were fully armed.  Kalipe, also, the
other war-captain, had as many of his own men under arms.  The bulk of
the people, however, were, as I said, unarmed.

"_Au_!" cried Nangeza, as I went into my hut to put on some of my
war-adornments, "I think, Untuswa, this reminds me not a little of the
morning following upon the death of the sleeping sentinel, Sekweni.
They say, too, that this morning a man was found outside, not far from
the gates, with his heart cleft in twain by the stroke of a broad
_umkonto_--a broad _umkonto_, Untuswa.  Ah! ah!" she jeered, letting her
eyes rest with meaning upon my royal weapon, which was seldom out of my
grasp.  "Art thou not afraid, Untuswa? for the glance of Notalwa seeth
far, and his tongue is long."

"I know yet another tongue which is long, Nangeza," I answered.  "Tell
me, thou fool, hast thou ever seen me afraid?"

"Once only, when I told thee thou mightest yet be King.  Ah! ah!" she
mocked.

I turned as I was departing and looked her full in the face.

"A warning, Nangeza!"  I said.  "There is a greater than Notalwa, and a
long tongue is a worse thing than dangerous.  It is wearisome.  The King
is not fond of those who wag their tongues overmuch, claiming to be in
the counsels of his _izinduna_.  Have a care, Nangeza!"  And with these
words I left her; yet not without seeing that she was alarmed.

Now, by the time the sun was at his highest in the heavens, the great
kraal, Ekupumuleni, was packed full of people, and all were in a
brooding and breathless state of dread; for the rumours which filled the
air were as the early rumblings of a mighty storm brooding over the face
of the world.  It was known that the witch-doctors were making _muti_.
It was whispered that the King's sleeping visions had so shaped that
vast and unmentionable wizardry had been at work.  It was known further
that a man of the House of Ncwelo had died in blood, wandering abroad in
the night.  Things looked dark for the House of Ncwelo.  None doubted
but that, before the sun went down, some, if not many, should walk in
the darkness of the Great Unknown.

All the morning, from every direction, people came flocking.  Ncwelo's
kraal to the number of nearly a hundred, Janisa's clan, who were in
charge of some of the cattle outposts, and the followings of many petty
chiefs.  All these took up positions in the circles within circles
ranged around the inside of the great open space.  But belting round the
whole, hemming in all in a ring of iron--a fence of spear blades--were
two half-moons of warriors fully armed, those of my own particular
following, and those of Kalipe.  And at the high end of the kraal were
two companies of slayers, or executioners, bearing thongs and heavy
knob-sticks.

Seated among the _izinduna_ awaiting the arrival of the Great Great One
was my father Ntelani, the same morose and dissatisfied expression upon
his face.  But upon that of Tyuyumane, the King's relation, I thought I
could detect a lively expression of fear--also upon that of Senkonya--
and I laughed behind my shield, for I was in full dress as a
war-captain.

"Ah! ah!"  I said to myself.  "The Great Great One was right.  These
_abatagati_ are about to weep blood.  No swift and merciful death in the
darkness is to be theirs."

Now the King came forth attended by his shield-bearer, and all the
nation assembled there bowed low and thundered out the _Bayete_.  But
the countenance of the Great Great One was gloomy and stern, as his gaze
travelled over the enormous bending crowd.  He advanced to his usual
place, at the head of the open space, and seated himself.  And then the
_izanusi_, bedecked in all their hideousness of skulls and entrails and
streaming blood and rattling bones, came dancing and howling before the
King, and clamouring to be let loose upon the wizards who had bewitched
his dreams.

Notalwa was at their head.  He was arrayed in a cloak of quagga-skin
vividly striped, and was crowned with the lower jaw of a sea-cow
cunningly joined with the upper part of a lion's skull, the whole
painted red and surmounted by cranes' feathers.  For my own part, I
laughed to myself at the sight of this cowardly boaster, who had never
shed blood, save that of some wretched _umtagati_ whom he had smelt out,
trying to render his appearance terrific.  So, too, did several among us
war-captains.  But the bulk of the people saw terror in him, and groaned
loudly.

This hideous band began to dance before the King, sweeping the ground
and air with wands tipped with giraffe tails, as they circled round, and
howling--

"Great Great One!  Black Buffalo Bull!  Elephant who bears the world!
give the word, that we may name the _abatagati_!  Thou whose glance is
brighter than the sun! give the word that we may consume them with
lightning!  Hou!  Hou!  Hou!"

With these and such-like bellowings did the _izanusi_ rave for long; but
the King sat and took snuff in silence, as though they were not there at
all.  At last he said--

"Away from me, ye jackals! ye who are impostors, and no _izanusi_ at
all!  Still your howlings; for there is a greater than you, who shall
find out quickly what ye never shall."

I had my eyes upon Notalwa's face, and saw that he feared.  The others
fell back in awed silence, for there was that in the King's eyes, in the
King's glance which meant death, and nothing less.  And then old Masuka
advanced to take their place.

His little bowed, shrivelled figure was undecked by gauds of any kind,
but his eyes were keen and bright, and searching as ever.  He was
attended by three others--young men of our own people, whom the King had
appointed to him to be instructed in his magic; for Umzilikazi was too
clear-sighted to arouse disaffection among our own people by leaving the
chief magic entirely in the hands of strangers.  Besides, he wanted to
set up a rival band to that of Notalwa.

"Hearken!" said the King.  "This morning a man was found who had died in
blood in the night--had died in blood under the very shadow of where I
sit.  Who is he that arrogates to himself the right to slay where that
right is of one alone?  Who dares take life without my decree?  Here has
been _tagati_ of the most deadly kind!"

These words were taken up by a trumpet voiced _imbonga_, and rolled
forth aloud, that all the nation might hear.  And the people heard, and
the shivering that went through those crouched circles was as the
shaking of the forest leaves just before a gale.

[Note: an imbonga is a professional "praiser," or herald.]

"Find him!" said the King, with a sweep of the hand.

The three who were learners of Masuka's sorcery sprang to their feet,
and began to intone the witch-finding chant.  Then they ran softly
hither and thither, striking the ground with their tail-tipped wands.
But the old Mosutu himself remained rigid and motionless where he had
first been standing.

The three witch-finders, running lightly, entered among the people, for
lanes had been left between the densely-serried ranks.  As they advanced
down these a dread silence lay upon all.  Tens of thousands of eyeballs
rolled white in chill apprehension.  There alone, gloomy, and with
lowering brow, sat the King, terrible in his fell and destroying wrath.
Even I, who was in the counsels of the Great Great One, felt a shiver of
awe; remembering, too, the words my father had let fall in the conclave
of the midnight conspirators.

Down the ranks went the witch-finders, chanting, and twirling their
rods.  And behind them came a grim and fearsome company--the whole body
of the slayers, namely--the fierce light of expectancy upon their dread
faces, as each held his thong ready, grasping in a cruel grip the heavy
knobstick.

Ha!  The witch-finders have halted, and their singing rises shrill and
loud.  A man is touched with the fatal wand.  In a moment a thong is
about his neck, and two of the slayers are leading him forth to the
great gate--are leading him forth to the place of slaughter--to die!
Two more now are touched!  They also are led forth in like manner
immediately behind the first.  A great gasp, like a sob, sways the
multitude; and in dead silence a way is opened out for these ill-fated
ones, passing through to their death.  Then, as the people take up once
more the chorus of the wizard song, an _imbonga_, standing at the King's
side, names aloud those who have thus looked their last upon the sun.
But the progress of the _izanusi_ continues, and by the time they have
gone half through the ranks some thirty men have been named: and now we
can see these stringing up the <DW72> outside the kraal, in the direction
of the place of slaughter--they and their slayers--and, in the dead and
awesome silence which now and again falls upon the immense crowd, can
hear the dull crashing of broken skulls, and the distant and hollow
groans, as the great knobsticks of the executioners are already
beginning their fell work.  And still the line of doomed men is
ascending to the hill of death; and far above, like a gathering cloud in
the heavens, the white pinions of vultures are wheeling and soaring,
impatient to begin, for such a feast as this great destruction of
evil-doers has never yet been theirs since they began to follow our
migrating nation for their food.

By the time the witch-finders had made the complete round of those
gathered together, upwards of fourscore men had been smelt out, and the
remaining body of slayers, with disappointment upon their fierce
countenances, stole envious looks out towards the place of death, where
the crash of knobsticks and the hollow groans of the doomed had almost
ceased.  Not a cry, however, floated from thence, for no women had been
among those named.  All were warriors; and the warriors of our race
faced death in those days without a cry, albeit the groan which often
followed the crash of the knobstick was the voice of the parting
_itongo_, or spirit, not of the body which had contained it.  And of
those who had been named a number were of Ncwelo's kraal; others were of
the houses of other chiefs, including that of Senkonya; some few,
indeed, were of my own particular fighters.  These last, on being
touched, were immediately disarmed by their brethren, and turned over to
the slayers.

Now, when the three witch-finders had completed their task, and returned
once more into the presence of the King, an immense sigh of gladness
went up from all the people--a very heave of the bosom of a whole nation
relieved; and with one voice all broke forth into a fierce song of
thanksgiving that so many _abatagati_ had been removed from their midst.
But I, if nobody else, knew that they were crying aloud their thanks
too soon.  For among those thus named was no man of any great
distinction, albeit a petty chief or two.  I knew, however, that the
greater number of them were of the families of chiefs, some of great
note.  There was to be yet another stage in this grim game, whose stakes
were the lives of men.  "Ye have done well, sons of the stranger's
magic," said the King, as the three young _izanusi_ returned to his
presence, their eyeballs rolling, and their mouths still drooping foam
after the frenzied excitement attendant upon the discharge of their
dread office.  "Well have ye done; and the wizard spells of those ye
have named soar aloft to the heavens beneath the wings of yonder
vultures?"--with a glance in the direction of the hill of slaughter,
upon which already multitudes of the great white pinions were beating
down.  "Still the blood which has been shed is not dry.  Who am I, that
others claim the right to slay--here, at my very gates?  _Hau_!  I am no
King!"--and now the tone was fierce and bitter, and those who listened
trembled once more.  "I am a servant--a slave--lower than the lowest of
the Amaholi--until those who shed this blood at my gates are made known.
Wherefore, now, Masuka, hasten to rid us of them, so that we may sleep
in peace once more.  There are yet those who have not been within touch
of the wand."

A dead silence of eagerness and awe fell upon all the people at these
words.  For the only ones who had not been within touch of the
witch-finder's wand were the _izinduna_ grouped at the side of the King,
and the _izanusi_ themselves.  Could it be that from these more victims
were to be chosen?  A flash of anxiety was to be seen on the faces of
more than one of the councillors; and I, from where I stood, a little
way down the circle of armed men, saw just such a shade of fear flit
across that of Tyuyumane.  My father's lined features, however, only
puckered into a contemptuous grin.  But before Masuka had time to obey
the King's behest, Notalwa rushed forward howling that now was the time
for him and his "dogs"--that the stranger's _muti_ had been tried, and
that now it was his own turn.

Kalipe was standing near the Great Great One, and as the head _izanusi_
thus bounded forward he advanced a pace, and I could see that he held
his broad _umkonto_ gripped, and in readiness.  So, too, did the picked
warriors ranged at his back; and I, who knew what underlay all this, was
likewise prepared to spring up, and deal forth death.  But Umzilikazi
changed not a muscle, as he sat playing with his broad-bladed spear,
similar to the one which he had bestowed upon me.  Yet in his eyes
burned a soft and cruel light, as he met the glowering glances of
Notalwa and the _izanusi_.

"Patience!" he said, softly and pleasantly, waving these back.
"Proceed, Masuka."

The old Mosutu muttered a few words to one of his young assistants, who
started off in the direction of the magician's hut, and presently
reappeared, bearing upon his head a large bowl of burnt clay.  This was
lowered to the earth, and now I knew that something terrible would be
manifested; for I had already looked into that bowl myself, and terrible
things had been shown me, which, indeed, came to pass, as you know,
_Nkose_.

The bowl was half-filled with some black yet shining, liquid; and over
this old Masuka crouched, spreading forth his skinny and clawlike hands;
now chanting high, shrill snatches of a strange song, now muttering
incantations in an unknown tongue.  Then he looked up.

"Draw near, Black Elephant, thou ruler of the world," he said.  "Look in
the face of this _muti_, and say what thou seest."

Umzilikazi rose, and, advancing with majestic step, stood, and with head
slightly bent, gazed downward into the bowl.  All the people held their
breath for awe.

"I see a face," he said.  "Yes; it is the face of a man having a ring
on.  Hither, Mcumbete!  Look with me.  Whose is the face?"

The old _induna_, his brow clouded with anxiety, advanced to the side of
the King.

"_Hau_!" he cried, with a start of amazement.  "It is indeed a face,
Great Great One.  It is the face of Ncwelo."

A deep murmur of awe went up from all who heard.  Ncwelo, though a chief
of some influence, was not an _induna_.  His place at the head of his
people was near me.  Glancing at him, I could see that his look was that
of a man who knows himself to be already dead.

"Look again, Mcumbete," said the King.  "I see another face.  Whose is
it?"

"Ha!" cried the old _induna_, trembling with awe.  "It is the face of
Senkonya."

A cruel smile played upon the King's lips as he bade him look again.

"It is the face of Ntelani, Great Great One," almost yelled the old
_induna_.

"Look again, Mcumbete, look again," laughed the King.

"I see now Tyuyumane," faltered the old man.  "Ha," he went on, with a
gasp.  "Now I see a head, and it is wreathed in snakes--a head, a face.
It is the face of Notalwa, the chief of the _izanusi_."

The terror-stricken countenance, the shaking limbs, of the old _induna_
were too true, too real, for any suspicion of make-believe.  There was a
silence of indescribable awe upon all who heard, all who beheld.  It was
broken by Notalwa.

Uttering hideous yells, the head _isanusi_ leaped in the air, dancing
and roaring, bellowing forth all his incantations and wizardry.
Stripping off his zebra robe, he gashed himself until his body streamed
with blood, mouthing out wild predictions as to the fate that would
speedily befall our race for supplanting its own sorcerers in favour of
the magic of a stranger.  But the King, with a frown, bade him cease his
bellowing, for he might early need all his magic for himself.  The
others named sat still as stones, but their demeanour was various.  Upon
the face of my father Ntelani, was the set drawnness of despair, but it
was the courage of a dogged despair; fierce, fearless to the last.
Senkonya, too, looked as one who had already tasted death, but
Tyuyumane, ah! his look was that of one who had tasted death a hundred
times over.  He was a tall, strong man, with a sullen and evil face,
very near in blood to the King--indeed, it had been whispered, though
cautiously--that he was an elder son of Matyobane.  Now he showed signs
of strong and restless fear.  His glance rolled to right and to left, as
though seeking means of escape.  But behind each of those thus named had
stealthily closed up a group of armed warriors.

And now the attention of all was diverted to old Masuka, who had fallen
into one of his trances, and was mouthing wildly.  Then he began to
speak.  He told of a pool, overhung by rocks, and whose waters reflected
the stars and the waning moon.  He told of the assembling of men by
stealth, and of the tramp of horses, of the talking together of men who
wore head-rings, and of men who wore large hats.  Then he described so
exactly the _indaba_ which we had witnessed--the Great Great One and I--
that it seemed he must have been present concealed on the spot where we
had lain and listened to it.  But all this he told in a very low, and
scarcely audible, voice, only to be heard by such few as were
immediately bending over him, among whom was myself; for the King had
beckoned me to his side.  Then, when he had finished, he lay as still as
though dead, and the faces had faded out of the _muti_ bowl, whose
contents were as smooth and shining as before.

"I think we have heard enough," said Umzilikazi.  Then turning to the
_izimbonga_, he bade them cry aloud to the people to depart, but that,
until the third day after the new moon, none should venture beyond the
chain of the furthest tattle-posts.  And the people leaped gladly to
their feet, shouting the _Bayete_, for their hearts were light again.
Death had passed through their ranks, yet there were still many left.

As for those _izinduna_ who were named last, few at that time knew what
their fate was, or what became of them, nor yet of Notalwa, the head of
the _izanusi_, who lay at first pretending to be dead.  But I knew;
likewise did I know that every one of those who had gone forth that day
to the hill of slaughter was concerned in the treasonable plot which had
for its object the death of the King.  Yet, because of its mystery, and
the witch-finding on such a large scale, and the slaughter of so many
warriors as _abatagati_, a great fear rested upon all the people for
many days.  And the marvellous power of Masuka as a magician was in the
minds of all; for, of course, none knew that the Great Great One and I
had witnessed that dark and treasonable midnight gathering; nor, indeed,
that any had.



CHAPTER FIVE.

THE BOER LAAGER.

It was our custom, _Nkose_, when a man was smelt out as _umtagati_, that
his whole family and kraal should be eaten up too; but Umzilikazi, who
loved not killing for its own sake, except in war, forbore to observe
this custom in its entirety.  He spared the relatives of those who had
been named, allowing their wives and children to live, only exacting a
fine of cattle from each house.  But the case of Ncwelo he regarded as
the worst of the lot; for Ncwelo occupied a position of trust at an
important outpost; and this position he had turned to account by
hatching treason; wherefore, immediately upon his being named, a party
of armed men was sent out to put every one of his house to the assegai--
even to his very dogs--and to sweep off all his cattle into the royal
herds.  The same fate fell upon the house of Notalwa; but, as regarded
the others, the Great Great One was of opinion that sufficient example
had been made.

Now, although it meant death to whisper a word as to what had become of
those five principal evildoers who had been named, yet my chief wife,
Nangeza, would give me no rest on the subject; for herein was a mystery,
and, being a woman, she must needs have a finger in it; so, thinking I
would tell her, she tried all sorts of devices, such as creeping up to
listen whenever I talked with another _induna_.  At last, losing
patience, I smote her; for, although we Amazulu do not beat our wives
overmuch, as you white people say, yet there are times when hard wood is
the only means of staying a woman's tongue.  Besides, Nangeza was
becoming altogether too troublesome, and already the young warriors
would laugh among themselves, and put their hands to their mouths and
say, "_Hau_!  Untuswa is mighty in battle; a fighter who strikes hard.
But--a chief?  _Hau_!  A woman is chief over him."  Now, I thought
things had gone far enough in this direction, wherefore I smote Nangeza.

She snarled like a she-leopard first struck by the spear.

"Good, Untuswa!  Thou hast struck her through whom thou art made great.
Thou shalt weep for it in blood one day."

I felt minded to kill her, and make an end of it all.  But I refrained,
and went to the huts of my other wives, instead, and made merry with
them.  "Now," I thought, "I will take ten, twenty, wives.  So will
Nangeza, perchance, find her match among all these."

The day of the new moon drew on, and all the fighting men of the nation
were called up to Ekupumuleni, all, save such as were out in small
parties spying for the Amabuna, and this especially to the south and
westward.  For several nights there was war-dancing, and all the
regiments were doctored for battle; yet, against whom they were to be
sent few among them knew, and those who did know told not.  Finally came
in two swift runners, one a little after the other.  The Amabuna were
drawing near, with many wagons and horses and guns, drawing near to take
over our nation, to proclaim the traitor, Tyuyumane, King.

The night was rendered hideous with the howlings of the _izanusi_ making
_muti_, because of the new moon, and in the morning we started from
Ekupumuleni, strong to the strength of nearly our whole army.  No
war-songs were allowed to be sung, and all shouting and noise was
forbidden.  In silence we meant to steal upon and enclose this
formidable enemy, who was as the on-sweeping locust-swarm--resistless,
numberless, devouring.

Half a day's march beyond Ncwelo's kraal, our runners came in to say
that the advance guard of the Amabuna was at hand--ten horsemen, armed
with long guns, and with them nearly as many servants of a yellow
colour, also mounted and armed.  Then the King, who accompanied the
_impi_, called me aside, and together we ascended a bush-crowned hill,
whence we could see for a distance around.

For a great way the country was grown with bush about as high as a man's
head, with here and there groves of forest trees.  Now, from where we
lay we could see at a long distance off the wagons of the Amabuna
creeping onward, drawn by their long lines of oxen, and behind them
herds of cattle, feeding as they travelled.  But between all this and
ourselves horsemen were riding--men similar to the two whom we had seen
at that meeting of traitors by Ncwelo's Pool.  They were advancing in a
double line, little knowing whither--advancing carelessly, to greet the
new King, Tyuyumane--to enslave, as they thought, a conquered nation.
Umzilikazi's eyes glowed like those of a lion whose fangs are already in
the throat of the giraffe.

"See there, Untuswa!" he whispered.  "Now the game begins.  Ha! ha!"

The Amabuna had arrived immediately beneath us, chattering carelessly in
their ugly and head-cleaving tongue, which sounds to us as the croaking
of many crows, and smoking _gwai_ in their wooden pipes.  But we could
see what they could not--the low-lying, crouching shapes of hundreds of
dark forms, writhing, crawling like serpents, among the long grass and
thick bush around.  Just then, however, the horses began to sniff
uneasily, and throw forward their ears, as though they knew that an
enemy lurked close at hand.  The horsemen soon saw this, and halted; but
at that moment there advanced towards them a man--one of ourselves.  It
was Notalwa.

Now, upon what followed, the King and I looked with eagerness; for
Notalwa, being only a witch-doctor, and no warrior, the Great Great One
had judged him the best-fitted to play this part, which was to detain
the Amabuna in converse while our _impi_ surrounded and stole in upon
them the more completely--promising him, in the event of failure, the
most terrible death by torture ever yet devised; and this evil-doer,
being a coward and no warrior, had caught eagerly at a chance of saving
his own forfeited life.  So now he greeted the Amabuna, saying that
Tyuyumane and the other traitors were behind him, and would be up in a
very short time, for that now the deed was done, and the sun might soon
blacken his face for a dead King.

But while he was yet speaking, one of the servants of the Amabuna caught
sight of the gleam of a spotted shield in the bushes, and cried aloud
his discovery.  And then, further concealment being useless, our
warriors rose in masses, and poured forward upon the Amabuna, still in
complete silence, for all shouting had been strictly forbidden, lest it
should travel to the ears of those with the wagons and the herds, who,
being warned, might escape.

When they saw how entirely they were hemmed in, the thought of the
Amabuna was no longer to dismount, but to fight their way through.  They
discharged their long guns into the thick of our on-rushing warriors,
many of whom fell; and then, using them as clubs, strove to hew their
way through the ranks of our shields.

But their horses were utterly terrified, and plunging and squealing,
were almost beyond control.  The leader of the Amabuna, whom I
recognised as one of the two who had taken part in the _indaba_ at the
pool, was a mighty man in battle.  He swept his clubbed gun, hither and
thither, and men seemed to fall before him like grass before an
advancing fire.  But, as fast as they swept down our warriors, others
would rise in their places.  A line of spear-points barred the way at
every turn, and soon the horses, disembowelled, hamstrung, were of no
further use, as they sank down, uttering wild screams of agony and
terror; and their riders, thus dismounted, were struck by countless
spears the moment they touched the ground.  _Hau, Nkose_!  In far less
time than I have taken to say these words those Amabuna and their
servants were all dead men.  Even their horses were cut to pieces; for
when we "see red," we Amazulu spare no living thing.

All, did I say?  _Hau_!  I should have said all, save one; for the
leader of those, our enemies, who was a strong, fearless man, a fine
fighter, had somehow or other succeeded in breaking through our lines.
He was mounted on a powerful horse, which was wounded: we could see
that.  We could see also that the man was wounded, for he swayed in his
saddle as he rode, and seemed to keep his seat only with great
difficulty.  But, wounded though it was, the horse was going swift as
the wind.  Although the most fleet-footed of our warriors were streaming
in pursuit, he was leaving them farther and farther behind.

"Hurry now, Untuswa," said the King.  "Push on thine own men, and send
word to Kalipe, to form up the whole body of the army.  Run not, so as
not to arrive breathless, yet march as rapidly as possible, and strike
yon evil-doers while yet surprise is in their midst.  Strike them hard,
and spare none; for these Amabuna are as a devastating plague of locusts
in whatsoever land they appear.  Go!"

I saluted hurriedly and already was speeding down the hillside.  The
warriors had formed into rank, awaiting the commands of the Great Great
ONE.  Quickly making known the word to Kalipe, we started, eager to pour
forth the blood of this accursed people, before whom other nations go
down, like trees before the storm, never to rise again.

We were not long in coming upon the wagons of the strangers--not far
behind the man who had escaped--for, as we drew near, we could see them
bringing their wagons together, so as to form a square enclosure.  But
most of their cattle were still outside.  We could see them, too, as
they moved hither and thither--large men most of them, with hairy faces,
and clad in the tanned skins of animals; indeed, their wide leather
breeches made a swishing sound as they walked.  We could make out their
women, too, helping to fortify the camp, as hard as the fighting men;
and many a grunt and smothered burst of laughter went up from our young
warriors at the sight of those, for their women looked even as sacks,
and yet more devoid of shape, and their faces, looking out from great
bonnets were ugly.  Yet they worked hard, pushing at the wheels of the
wagons, and talking in their harsh and unpleasing tongue.

Now we consulted hurriedly together, Kalipe and I, and sent forward a
strong body of the fleetest-footed of our warriors, that they should
drive off the cattle.  These dashed forward with wild yelling, and soon
we saw them in among the herdsmen, spearing right and left.  The
Amabuna, behind the wagons opened fire upon them; but, beyond killing a
good many of their own cattle, the fire was harmless, for our people
were sheltered behind the beasts as they swept them away.

Meanwhile we had been forming up, in shape like a half-moon; and, as the
bellowing, plunging mass of horns and hides and lashing tails and
eyeballs wildly rolling, receded in clouds of dust, we were already
close upon the fortified camp of the Amabuna.  The wagons seemed to
spout forth flashes of fire, the dust jetted up beneath our feet where
the bullets struck.  Our men, too, began to fall; for as we drew nearer
we were in the most deadly range, and the long guns of the Amabuna shot
both strong and true.

Now we raised the war shout, and our moon-shaped formation extended its
horns until the wagon-fort was completely encircled with our men.  We
rush forward!  _Hau_! it is as the breaking of the sea upon the shore as
we pour over the wagons.  But those within shoot into our faces.  The
foremost of our ranks drop back.  That blaze of fire, the tearing of the
shot, daunts them.

"Turn not!"  I cry.  "Who will be named coward!  On, on! the eye of the
Black Elephant watches his children.  Which of them shall it behold
flee?"

Flourishing aloft my shield, I leap over the tongue of a wagon.  Others
pour after me.  Ha! we are within the enclosure.  Then a gun is pointed
full at my chest, and, as the flash spurts forth, I see through it the
countenance of the evil Ibuna, who spoke ill and roughly of the King.

But though I see the flash, the bullet passes over my head unhurt, yet
it hums into the thick of those behind, and there is more than one yell
of death.  Now I spring upon this great Ibuna, but before I can strike
him my assegai--the King's Assegai--is dashed from my hand by a clubbed
gun.  It has been done by one of their women--a great, ugly, toad-like
witch, with grey hair.  But immediately half a dozen spears enter her
body, and she falls yelling.  At the same time, under cover of my
shield, I seize the great _umkonto_ again, and close with the leader,
hand to hand.  He has a knife--no time has he to load--and we are at too
close quarters for the long gun to be clubbed again.  He aims now a
furious kick at me.  Ha! is it thus that such vermin fight?  Then I leap
upon him, and with one mighty stroke my great assegai lays him open from
the throat downwards.

"_Hau_! dog of the Amabuna," I cried, as he fell, "dost care now that
the smoke of thine ugly carcase should reach the nostrils of the King?"

Now was a terrible medley of Amabuna and children of the Great Great
ONE.  The air was black and heavy with smoke, and the jarring crash of
weapons, and the thunder of the shock, as our _impi_ came, thick and
fast, pouring over the wagons on all sides, and a forest of tufted
shields was dancing in the moke, and blades tossed redly on high,
reeking with the stream of life.  And against the vaporous gloom could
be seen the outlined faces of our warriors, the children of blood, as,
with teeth bared, they threw their heads back and howled like hyenas
because they could not get enough to slay, could not get at it quick
enough.  And the Amabuna fought--yes, they fought--and when it came to
the last their women fought more fiercely than the men; yet all were
brave.  But what could they do against us, against our might?  Driven
hither and thither, broken up into handfuls, they stood back to back,
men and women alike, sick with wounds and the flow of their own blood,
that ran in streams; yet they struck and struck.  Ha! our spears were
blunted that day, and reddened indeed, and our pealing yells of rage and
victory rent the skies again and again!

All were slain.  We spared none.  Their women also we killed, for not
even among the younger did we see any who were fit to spare and take
before the King, so evil-featured and unwashen and shapeless were these.
The children, too, were slain, having their brains dashed out against
the wagon-wheel, or flung into the air to be caught upon the spears of
the warriors as they descended again.

The battle was over now, for none were left to fight.  Our warriors,
like wild beasts who had tasted blood, were rolling their eyes hither
and thither in search of more life to destroy.  But there was none.

Then something seemed to move in one of the wagons.  There was a wild
howl, and a rush.  My brother Mgwali was first.  Plunging his hand
beneath some sacking, he drew out the body of a little child.

It was a girl-child, and as Mgwali plucked it from its place of shelter,
and held it aloft by the back of its clothing, I could see that it was
yet unhurt.  But it was terribly frightened.  Its great blue eyes were
starting from its head, and its long hair, like shining threads of
sunlight, streamed down over the dark shoulder and arm of Mgwali,
dabbling in the blood which yet lay undried upon him.

"_Hau_!  Throw it up, Mgwali!" cried those who stood by, gripping their
assegais ready to receive its little body on the blades.  But before
this could happen I leaped to the spot.

"Hold!"  I roared, extending my stick.  "Hold!"

The young men snarled, like hungry dogs reft of a bone.  But they dared
say no word, knowing that he who disputed my orders in the field of
battle tasted death that moment.  Still Mgwali held the child aloft,
gazing at me in wonder.  But at a further glance from me he set it down.

"See!"  I said.  "This is not a child of the Amabuna.  It has the look
of a child of a race of kings!"

The little thing sat on the ground, staring at the ring of grim faces
and bloody weapons, trembling, and too frightened even to cry.  And
there was a look about it which moved me to spare its life.  Its eyes
were blue as the heavens above, and its soft skin and pink cheeks, and
red, flower-like mouth marked it off as quite a different race to the
leather-skinned herd we had just slain.  So I began to speak it fair and
soft, and found that it understood a few of my words, and, lo! it crept
over to me, and began to hide behind my shield, hoping to shut out the
fierce faces of the warriors who stood looking on, uttering many a
deep-throated gasp of amazement.  And well they might, _Nkose_; for here
was I, the fiercest fighter of all that blood-stained _impi_--I, who had
slain with my own hand as many of the foe as any other could boast of--
and yet here was this little thing, with the eyes of heaven, and hair
like a stream of sunlight, shrinking up against me for protection and
shelter, as though I were her father.  In truth, it was strange.

Not now, however, was the time for indulging in any further softness of
this kind; so, placing the little one in the care of Mgwali, and making
it known that whoever should attempt to harm her should pay the penalty
with his life, I went to muster the warriors, who were busy plundering
the wagons.  Great stores of _gwai_ were there, and sacks of corn and
flour, and all manner of things which were good.  Such, however, were
spoil for the Great Great One, to whom, of course, we had despatched
runners immediately, announcing our victory.

Now we mustered our ranks to return in triumph to the King.  _Whau_! we
had lost many.  In heaps our slain lay around--for the long guns of the
Amabuna shot quickly and true.  And there, in the midst of their
wagon-fort, lay the ripped corpses of the Amabuna; and already the
vultures were gathering in clouds overhead.  Then as we marched, black
and terrible, to the place where the Great Great One awaited, with the
thunder of one loud and mighty voice, the warriors sang--

  "_Ningepinde nimhlab 'Umzilikazi,
      Leyo 'Nkunzi mnyama,
      Leyo 'Bubese mninimandhla!
          Ca-bo!  Ca-bo_!"

  "Not again shall you stab Umzilikazi,
      That Black Bull,
      That Mighty Lion!
          Oh, no!  Oh, no!"



CHAPTER SIX.

THE BURNING OF EKUPUMULENI.

The spoils which were taken from the wagons of the Amabuna pleased the
King greatly.  The wagons themselves were useless to us, because none
among us understood how to make the oxen draw them.  So a party of men
was ordered off to burn them, having first removed all the iron parts
which might be of use.  But what pleased the Great Great One most was
the number of long guns and the plentiful supply of powder and ball
which we took; and this, indeed, some of us did understand the use of
moderately well.  Howbeit, it was long before we became skilled in the
use of them, and by that time, _Nkose_, nearly all the powder and ball
was expended.  But the tiny captive, with the eyes of heaven and hair
like the crest of the sun, the Great Great One said I had done right to
save.  Yet, as he knew not what to do with her, he ordered that I should
be a father to her for the present, adding that, as the last time I had
spared one from the slaughter it had brought good to him and the
nation--meaning the case of old Masuka--so now, perhaps, the same would
hold.  Now, I was right glad of the King's decision, _Nkose_, for I had
already begun to look upon this little one as child of my own.  So I
made her over to the youngest of my wives, Fumana, who took care of her
and loved her greatly.

Now, although we had made an end, utter and complete, of those Amabuna
who came against us, and of the _abatagati_ among ourselves who had
plotted with them, yet the mind of Umzilikazi was not at ease.  For he
knew something of that people, had heard how they swarmed in such
numbers over the country to the westward as to leave no further room,
but were crowded out, and ever moving onward to seize upon new lands.
Even then, as we had heard, they were plotting to seize land from
Dingane, and if, as might befall, the Zulu power was worsted, and the
House of Senzangakona forced to seek out other country, might not we
have the remaining strength of Dingane falling upon us any day, even as
we had fallen upon and swept aside those who lay in our own path?
Further, although of those Amabuna whom we had eaten up, not one was
left alive to carry back the tidings to his own people, yet, sooner or
later, such tidings would reach them, and then we might expect their
vengeance.  Now, if those comparatively few whom we had slain--some
score and a half of families--had fought so fiercely and dealt so much
death amid our ranks with their long guns, what sort of foes would their
kinsfolk prove, assailing us in force and unhampered by women and
children?  Or they might form a temporary alliance with Dingane; and
then how should we stand against the combined strength of two such
terrible and formidable foes?

All these considerations were debated gravely by the King and a secret
council of the _izinduna_, of whom I was one, and it was decided to
abandon Ekupumuleni and the surrounding country, and to march upon and
seize the fair lands occupied by the People of the Blue Cattle, upon
which I had reported.  Howbeit, the real reason for this decision was
not to be talked about, a good and sufficient reason for the people at
large being that the land upon which we meant to swoop down was better
than that wherein we now dwelt.

It took time to send round to all the cattle outposts and muster the
nation at large, but this was done at last.  The cattle and the movable
property was sent on in charge of the women and slaves, and for several
days the _izanusi_ were busy making _muti_, and doctoring us all for our
new undertaking.  Then came the last night we were to spend in
Ekupumuleni, and through the hours of darkness the wild howlings of the
_izanusi_ sounded at intervals; for it was no light thing thus quitting
the place which had been our home for so long a time.

But with dawn of day, when all men turned out fully armed--for a muster
of our whole fighting strength had been ordered to march out from
Ekupumuleni in fitting state--a shiver of amazement, and horror, and
dismay ran through all.  And well it might.  For in the middle of the
great open space had been reared four stakes, and, impaled upon each,
quivered the trussed-up body of a man; and the groan of horror and of
fear deepened, for in the agonised, distorted features of those four all
men recognised the traitorous _izinduna_ and the head witch-doctor,
Notalwa.

This, then, was the secret of their fate, which so far had lain in dark
and terrible mystery.  They had been kept for such an end.

Five chief traitors had there been; yet here were but four!  The first
astonishment over, men looked at each other--their eyes asking in mute
surprise where was the fifth?  And of those who thus marvelled none
wondered more than myself.

On the centre stake, raised half the height of a man above the others,
was the body of Tyuyumane.  On either hand of him were impaled Ncwelo
and Senkonya, and, a little in front, Notalwa.  Where, then, was
Ntelani?  Where, then, was my father?  Well, wherever he was, it was not
there.

The stake of impalement is a terrible thing, _Nkose_, and was seldom
used among us--only once, indeed, since we had gone out from Zululand,
and then in the case of three chiefs who had come in to _konza_ to
Umzilikazi, and had departed, laughing at their promise.  Now, however,
by the hideous fate to which he had adjudged these ringleaders of the
conspiracy, it was clear that the King intended to strike terror into
all who might at any future time be tempted to travel the same road.

They were still alive, those wretches--for a man may live a day or more
in that torment, and these had not long been on the stakes.  And as we
stood gazing upon them thus suffering, several _izimbonga_ came running
forth from the _isigodhlo_--roaring like lions, trumpeting like
elephants, bellowing like bulls--shouting the praise and the royal
titles of the King.  And from the whole army, ranged on either side of
the open space in two immense half-moons, these were taken up, and
re-echoed again and again.

But Umzilikazi, advancing down the centre, with his head thrown proudly
back, halted, and held up his hand.

"Cry not to me the _Bayete_, my children!" he said, in clear and ringing
tones.  "Cry it to your King, Tyuyumane.  Behold him, yonder--your King,
Tyuyumane!"

Bitter and biting as serpents were the words, splendid the gesture, as
the Great Great One waved a hand towards the chief of the impaled
traitors, who was raised higher than the rest.  An awestruck murmur ran
through the ranks.  None knew what to do; for the humour of a King is of
the nature of fire, in that it is not a thing to be played with.

"What?  Have ye no word, my children?  Have ye no greetings for your
King, Tyuyumane--your new King, who reigns from a high seat?  See, I
will set you the example."

Then going before the stake whereon writhed Tyuyumane, the Great Great
One mocked him, crying--

"Hail, Tyuyumane!  Hail, new King of the Amazulu--ruler of the world!
Is thy seat high enough?  Is it soft enough?  Ha!  Praise him, ye
_izimbonga_!  Cry him the _Bayete_, ye warriors!"

The impaled wretch gave a quivering heave, and his lips curled back from
his jaw, baring the teeth, which were locked together in the agony of
his torment.  It was a fearful sight, for though ruthless in the heat of
battle, yet at this moment we saw not red; and these sufferers, though
deservedly thus punished, were of our own blood.  Yet none pitied
overmuch Notalwa, for the _izanusi_ were hated and feared by all.

"We leave thee in peace, Tyuyumane," went on Umzilikazi, still mocking.
"We go out from thee, because a nation cannot own two kings.  We leave
thee, but will _konza_ to thee from afar.  We leave thee our royal
dwelling, Ekupumuleni.  We leave thee in the midst of thine
_izinduna_,"--with a wave towards Ncwelo and Senkonya, between whom he
was impaled.  "We leave thee, too, our head _izanusi_, Notalwa, and we
go forth, homeless and scanty in possessions, to seek a new home.  Thou,
who art weary, need travel no further.  Ekupumuleni, `the Place of
Rest,' shall be thy resting-place forever.  Ha!  _Hlala gahle_,
Tyuyumane!  Rest in peace!"

With this mocking salutation, the King turned away, and, preceded by the
_izimbonga_ shouting in praise of the royal justice, he paced for the
last time, and with great state, through the principal gate of
Ekupumuleni, and, mounting his horse, which was awaiting him outside,
signed that we should commence our march.  Then, as the immense array of
armed warriors, in full war adornments, filed out of the great gate,
spreading forth over the plain as the waves of a dark sea, once more was
raised the song of triumph which told of our victory over the Amabuna:

"_Ningepinde nimhlab 'Umzilikazi!  Ha_--_ha_--_ha!  Ca-bo!  Ca-bo_!"

And soon the mighty kraal which had been the home of a warrior-nation
for so long a time was quite deserted--given over to those four grisly
figures, writhing there upon their stakes in blood and agony.

But scarcely had the rear of the last column passed out through the
gates than flames and smoke were seen issuing from four points of the
kraal at once.  The King had given secret orders that it should be thus
fired; and the blaze, once kindled, leaped from dome to dome of the
thatch huts, running along the dry thorn fences with a crackling roar
like the volleys from the guns of the Amabuna; and now in a marvellously
short space of time the immense circle of Ekupumuleni was wrapped in
huge sheets of flame; and in the dense smoke-clouds which rolled down
upon the whole of its area, before towering aloft to the heavens, the
bodies upon the stakes were completely swallowed up.  And then all cried
aloud in praise of the mercy of the King, who had thus shortened the
just suffering of those traitors by the swift death of suffocation,
while rendering them such a noble tomb as the ashes of a royal dwelling.

Such then was the end of Ekupumuleni, the Place of Rest; and again as we
resumed our journeyings, again as we swept northward upon our
devastating way, our path might have been read by the line of the
vultures in the heavens, by the track of wild beasts through the brake
and the grass, running side by side with us, well knowing who should
supply them with plentiful and easy prey.

Now none knew why the King should have been minded to spare my father,
Ntelani, for that the latter had been spared all now knew.  Yet he was
cut off from all fellowship with his equals, and was forced to accompany
our march, sullen and sad, unarmed, and in the midst of a guard
consisting only of slaves.  Some thought it was because he was the
father of him who wielded the King's Assegai; others that he was
reserved for an even worse fate; but all wondered he did not take his
own life rather than live on thus--he an _induna_ of high degree, now
forced to herd with Amaholi and the lowest of the people.

The little blue-eyed child whom I had taken from among the Amabuna had
by now quite lost all fear of us, and would laugh and play as merry as
the merriest of our children.  My two younger wives cared for her
greatly; indeed, I think they loved her more than they did their own
children.  But Nangeza, my _inkosikazi_, looked upon this little one
with a scowling brow.  It would draw ill upon us, she used to declare,
to bring into our midst a child of such a race.  However, beyond frowns
and growlings even she dare not go; for the child had been given into my
charge by the King, and to harm it meant death; nor was Nangeza tired of
life just then.  This little one, too, feared nothing, not even the King
himself; and often, when Umzilikazi was moving abroad, and all were
bowing down before him with words of _bonga_, she would dart away from
those who would have restrained her, and run out all alone, and,
standing before the Great Great One, throw up her tiny hand in the air,
and cry aloud the _Bayete_, her blue eyes laughing up into the King's
face.  And he would talk softly to her, and presently send round a
couple of white calves or two or three goats for her to play with.  And
we named her Kwelanga, from "Kanya Kwelanga," the "Light of the Sun,"
because her hair, all bright as of gold, seemed to reflect that light.

So our nation journeyed on, and more than one moon had waxed and waned.
And there was a brightening up of spirits among the warriors, and talk
and songs of war; for now we knew we were drawing near the country of
the People of the Blue Cattle, the land of richness and promise, the
land which should be ours.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

UNTUSWA'S EMBASSY.

We had halted some days at a convenient place to hunt.  The King was in
high good humour, for the land with each day's progress fell off in no
wise from the report I had made upon it.

"In truth, Untuswa, thou art a wise man as well as a brave one, though
young in years," he said one day, as we sat beneath the shade of a great
tree, taking snuff; for Umzilikazi, with a number of his body-guard, and
three or four _izinceku_, had gone on in advance of the remainder of the
nation, intending to hunt before the game was scared out of our path.
But the game we sought was fierce and dangerous game--the lion, and the
elephant, and the buffalo--and in the slaying of such none was bolder or
more skilful than the King himself.  I was the only _induna_ of the
party, and, indeed, it seemed to me that Umzilikazi liked to find some
reason for keeping me about him, even as when I was a boy and unringed.

"It seems to me," he went on, after I had uttered my thanks for his word
of approval, "it seems to me that we are drawing near to the country of
the Chief of the Blue Cattle, yet the choicest of those cattle have not
travelled our way, nor have their owners sent to beg to be allowed to
live.  How do you explain this, Untuswa?"

"The Bakoni are a nation of fools, Great Great One.  Their warriors are
numerous, but they do not look much of warriors.  They, in their
ignorance, fear not the might of the all-devouring Amazula.  Give but
the word, Father, and the day we sight their town, there shall not be a
man left."

"Thou art a lion-cub, indeed, Untuswa," said the King, with a laugh.
"No.  I have another mind in this matter.  I will not destroy these
people, for I think to make use of them--that is, I will give them one
more chance.  I will send to their chief, that he delay not to come in
and place his neck beneath my foot.  But who to send?  None but these
slaves speak with the tongue of those people--and who can trust a
slave?--and Masuka is too old, and to me too valuable."

This last the King said rather to himself than to me, yet I understood
his meaning.

"Send me, Father," I said.  "I am able to converse with these people,
and who better can explain the mind of the King in such a matter?"

"That is so, Untuswa.  But it is like sending thee to thy death; for, if
these people are wallowing in their folly to the extent of refusing to
_konza_ to me, it is as likely as not they will slay my messenger.  And
it is not a very great death for a fighting captain."

"When a man dies in the service of the King, any death is a great
death," I answered.  "Send me, Black Elephant."

Umzilikazi took snuff a moment and pondered.

"I will send thee, son of Ntelani," he said.  "Who now is there to bear
thee company, for thou must go alone, with one other, and four slaves to
carry thy game.  I will not that an _induna_ of the King go before the
chief of a numerous nation unattended."

It was, as the King had said, a dangerous service.  The Bakoni, I knew,
were relying on their numbers.  It was extremely probable they would put
me to death in the first instance, and, at any rate, certain that they
would do so later, when they realised that our _impis_ were actually
drawing near to sweep them off the face of the earth.  Yet I felt sure
that the Great Great One had some reason in sending me; and, even had I
not, never was I known to think twice when ordered to any post of
danger.  I was the only _induna_ with the King there in our advanced
camp, but among the royal body-guard was that aforementioned younger
brother of mine, Mgwali, son of the same mother as Sekweni, who was put
to death for suffering himself to be overpowered at his post.  Him now I
named to the King.

"It is well," said Umzilikazi.  "Go now to this chief named Tauane,
which appears to mean in the tongue of his race, `A Young Lion,' and say
that not many days off draweth near an old lion, whose roar is louder--
that unless I behold the usual tribute, brought by himself in person,
before we are within a day's march of his town, he and his people are
already dead.  Go!"

I stood before the King, cried aloud the _Bayete_, and strode off.  I
armed myself with my great war-shield, several strong assegais, and a
heavy knobstick.  Then I took in my hand the King's Assegai, and sent
for my brother Mgwali.

"Pick out four of the slaves, load them with such things as we need for
a long march, and follow me.  It is the `word' of the King!"

I stepped forth from the camp with my face turned northward.  Before I
had gone far I heard a sound of singing, and footsteps behind me, and
immediately I was overtaken by my brother, and behind him the four
Amaholi bearing loads.

"Whither are we bound, son of my father?" he asked, now that he had time
for speech.  I told him.

"_Whau_!  It is like the King sending two men to take a whole nation by
the beard!" he said, with a joyous laugh.  "Yet, Untuswa, I am glad to
be one of those chosen, for know that I am tired of my own hair, and
would fain wear the ring instead of it.  Moreover, thou sayest that
these Bakoni maidens are fair."

"Thou shalt soon see for thyself, Mgwali.  Yet it may be that a grimmer
embrace awaits us both in their town.  How likest thou that, son of my
father?"

"I care not.  _Hau!  Ibubese_!" he cried, hurling an assegai with the
quickness of lightning at a long, yellow gliding shape, which had darted
from a thicket in front of us.  But the lion uttered a quick, frightened
yelp, and made off unhurt.  The spear had fallen short.

"No more of that--no more of that!"  I cried, in anger.  "We are on the
King's service, boy.  No time have we to stop and hunt.  Our game lies
yonder, and it may be yet more dangerous than the slaying of lions."

Not many days had we to travel before we drew near the Great Place of
the Bakoni; and, from the commotion which our appearance excited among
the inhabitants of such outlying kraals as we passed, we felt pretty
sure that the news of our approach had already been conveyed to the
chief.  And such, indeed, was the case; for on the last rise, which
should bring us within sight of the town, we were surrounded by two
large bands of armed warriors.

"Delay us not," I cried haughtily, with a wave of the hand, as these
made as though they would have drawn up across our path.  "Delay us not.
We carry the `word' of the Black Elephant to the Chief of the Blue
Cattle."

We did not halt, we did not slacken our pace.  We marched right into the
midst of that company of armed men as though none were there.  They gave
way in silence, but formed up on either side of us in the manner of an
escort, and in this order we drew near to the town--not exchanging a
word, though we could hear the slaves behind, who bore our burdens,
whispering to each other excitedly.  Thus we entered, and as we did so
the same thought was in both our minds.  How, and in what manner should
we depart from it again?

The plain for some distance outside the town was dotted about with
people: women in groups, men with weapons in their hands, children
herding the sleek, blue- cattle, but all gazing with unbounded
curiosity upon two men walking alone into their midst as though kings
over them, and such indeed we felt.

In those days, _Nkose_, I was at the very height of my strength and
manhood.  Now I am old and wrinkled, but I am not short.  Then I was of
a largeness of limb in proportion to my lofty stature.  My body was a
framework of hard muscles, and indeed there was not a man in our nation
who could overcome me in strength or surpass me in agility, in which my
brother, Mgwali, was somewhat my inferior; yet even he was a giant in
comparison with the people among whom we now were, though in other
matters than strength and stature they seemed far from being a race of
fools.  Indeed, I have thought since that the King may have had such a
contrast in his eye when he sent me to represent him among these people.

If this place had struck me as large before, it now seemed doubly so.
In among the huts, too, were strange circular stone walls, here and
there, looking like old and strong buildings, for their strength was
immense.  The huts were without end; they were built of grass, rising to
a point, and were neat and clean.  We were conducted to one, and bidden
to rest, for that the chief would confer with us on the morrow.

"That may not be," I said decidedly.  "This night must the `word' of the
Great King be spoken.  To-morrow may be too late for ye, O people of the
Blue Cattle."

"_E--he_!" assented my brother.

Our escort looked at one another, and their looks were blank.  However,
they invited us to enter the hut, saying that food and drink should be
brought us, and that meanwhile my words should be carried to the ears of
Tauane.

We had finished the piece of beef which had been sent us, and had
drained the large bowl of _tywala_, when messengers arrived to announce
that the council of the nation would be convened at sundown, and that
the "word" to be returned to our King would then be made known to us.

At the appointed time we set forth, Mgwali and I, fully armed, and
bearing our shields.  As we walked behind our guides, I noted the
intense curiosity which our appearance was inspiring, and laughed to
myself.  For I heard the bystanders, especially the women, comparing our
stature and fierce aspect with that of their own people, and saying if
we were representatives of that horrible race--of which they had already
begun to hear--then, indeed, they were as good as dead.  Moreover, while
not appearing to do so, I took note of the high fortified hill, which
lay a little way back from the town, and thought I could find a way up
it--wherein, however, I might have been wrong.

The men of the nation were gathered in an immense half-circle, like the
formation of one of our _impis_ when throwing out flanking "horns."
They sat at the upper end of a great open square, and in the bend of the
half-circle were grouped the principal councillors and chiefs, and, a
little in advance of the rest, clothed in the skin of a maned lion, and
wearing ornaments of gold, sat the chief, Tauane.  Behind were several
huts of much larger size than any of the others.

Although those immediately in front of us were not armed, yet the ranks
on either side showed a perfect glitter of spears.  The shields were
square, and not made of oxhide, like ours, but of wood.  We knew at a
glance that, were our death intended, we should stand no chance
whatever.  Two men, however brave, however well armed, would be nothing
among these.

"Greeting, Chief of the Blue Cattle!"  I said, as we drew near.
"Remember you the name of Untuswa, son of Ntelani, and an _induna_ of
the Great King?  It is a name I promised you should hear again."

Tauane frowned, and I could see his gaze rest meaningly on our weapons.
These we had gone so far as to hold in our left hands only, extending
the right, open and in greeting.  Further, he expected we should have
bent down before him; but I, an _induna_ of the King, a Zulu of pure
blood, and coming of a kingly house, thought myself an immeasurably
greater man than even the head chief of such a large and wealthy tribe
as this.

"Is the nation gathered to hear my message, the `word' of the Great
Great One?"  I asked, without further ceremony.

"Speak it, stranger," said the chief shortly.

"This it is, then, Chief of the Blue Cattle, and councillors and people
of the Bakoni.  The `word' of Umzilikazi, the Great King--the Black
Elephant, whose tread shaketh the world--is short, even as the measure
he meteth out to they who think to defy him.  This it is:--`Go, now, to
this chief, Tauane, the lion-cub, and say that not many days off there
draweth near an old lion, whose roar is louder than his own--that unless
I behold the usual tribute, brought by himself in person, before we are
within a day's march of his town, he and his people are already dead.'
Such was the word of the founder of nations, the eater-up of disobedient
peoples, O Tauane, and councillors of the Bakoni."

I was not sure, _Nkose_ that that moment was not my last.  Such a chorus
of rage went up from the armed ranks as I delivered my message as might
have been heard a great way off.

"To death with him!" they roared.  "To death with the man who wears the
black ring!  Let him be burnt in the fire!"

But of all this I took no notice.  I even gave a slight laugh, as I
stood, with my head thrown back, looking down upon Tauane.

"Such is the word of the Great Great One," I repeated, slowly.

"Have you ever done a bolder act, stranger?" said Tauane.  "Hear you
these?  They howl for the blood of him who has insulted their nation and
chief.  Have you ever done a bolder act?"

"I have, indeed--an act which has won me the _isicoco_ I wear--also
this"--holding forth the King's Assegai.  "If they howl now, what will
they do when the `word' of Umzilikazi, the mighty King, is not obeyed.
Never does he send forth his `word' twice.  Now, when wilt thou _konza_
to the Elephant, O Tauane?  The sooner the better!"

The howl that went up now was terrible to hear.  The dense lines of
armed warriors sprang to their feet and hurled themselves upon us,
spears uplifted.

Mgwali and I stood back to back, covered by our shields.  We would die
like Zulu warriors, but before we did so the King's Assegai should
cleave in twain the heart of the chief.  This Tauane knew, and made
furious signs to his people to forbear.  But they would not listen, and
it seemed that in a moment more we should fall beneath the weight of the
corpses of the Bakoni whom we would carry with us to the Dark Unknown,
when there arose a new and sudden tumult out beyond the lines of those
who would have slain us.

Up the open square men were running--fleeing as before some great and
unknown terror--calling out wildly and looking back as they ran.  Every
hand was stayed, each uplifted weapon lowered.  Away, over the plain,
dust-clouds were moving, and soon we could descry among them the
advancing horns of driven cattle.  Our hearts leaped.  Soon we expected
to behold the avenging spears of our nation.  The King had repented him
of our errand of peace.  Our army was even now hurrying to sweep this
rebellious people from the land.

"Arm yourselves, men of the Bakoni!" cried the fugitives.  "Foes are at
our gate!  Three days have we fled before them, such of us as are left
to flee, with what we could save of our cattle.  Yonder they come!  They
will soon be here!"

Now in the disturbance which followed, the Bakoni thought no more of
taking our lives.  Wildly the fugitives urged that all should at once
take refuge in the hills, for that a strange and mighty race was
advancing like a devouring swarm of locusts, its warriors as countless
in number as the destroying insects themselves.  They had received
warning in time and had fled; had received warning from the remnant of
those who had already been devoured.  But those around us laughed.  Look
at their strength; at their armed might!  Whom did they fear?  Had they
not behind them, too, an impregnable fortress?

The eyes of all were directed to the fleeing cattle.  But as these drew
near, urged on by their drivers, no further dust-cloud beyond them
betokened the advance of a pursuing enemy.  If there had been such, he
had prudently drawn off on finding himself too near their great town,
the Queen of the North, decided the chiefs and councillors of the
Bakoni.  They little knew--ah, they little knew!

During this disturbance we two had quite recovered our proud and
disdainful calmness.  We stood watching what went on as though in it we
had no lot or part.  At last, when it had quieted down somewhat, Tauane
spoke:

"It will be well to retire to your house, ye two strangers.  On the
morrow will be decided the answer that shall be sent to your King."



CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE SCOURGE.

The morrow came, but with it no answer to the King's "word."  The day
was spent by the Bakoni in sending forth scouting parties to look for
the rumoured enemy, but these returned bearing no further news, and the
chiefs and people of this doomed race felt safer than ever.

No council was convened in the evening and now, feeling sure that no
answer was intended, I sent an angry message to Tauane, saying that I
would give him till the middle of the following day, and that unless I
had his reply by then I should depart; that his chance of safety would
have gone by, and that when next he saw me it would be in the forefront
of the destroyers.

We did not sleep much that night, my brother and I.  We feared even to
eat the food supplied to us until we had first caused one of our slaves
to partake freely of it.  We talked together in a low voice and made our
plans.

Morning dawned.  We stepped outside our hut, and, lo! all things looked
as usual.  Women were passing to their ordinary work.  Cattle were being
milked--those fine blue cattle of which these people were so fond.
Young men lounged about, scarcely armed, laughing with the girls, and
old men sat taking snuff and chattering.  As we stood before our door,
their attention was drawn to us, though their remarks were uttered too
low for us to catch.

"Of a truth, some of these Bakoni maidens are good to look upon!"
murmured my brother, as a string of girls, calabash on head, stepped by.

"Peace, boy," I answered sternly.  "What have we to do with such, we who
bear the `word' of the King?"

Taking a rod, I planted it upright in the earth.  We stood watching it;
but no message came from the Chief of the Blue Cattle.  The shadow
thrown out by the rod was now scarcely twice the length of a man's
finger.  Then I directed Mgwali to cause our four slaves to gather
together their loads, for the time for departure had arrived.  Only
three, however, appeared.  The fourth was not to be found.  Clearly he
had deserted.  This looked badly.

The sun had reached his highest.  The rod which I had planted in the
earth cast no shadow now.

At a word from me we stepped forth, my brother and I together, the three
remaining slaves but a few paces behind.  As we passed through the town
we noticed some of those strange-looking stone walls we had seen on our
first arrival.  These were about the height of a man's head--though, in
places, higher--and were built in a round formation, seeming to encircle
a second enclosure.  We noticed just then that the outer wall was
entered by a narrow opening just wide enough to admit the body of a man.

But now all our attention was turned upon ourselves, for we were
suddenly encompassed by a crowd of armed Bakoni.  These, flourishing
their weapons, ordered us, in angry and jeering tones, to return to the
hut we had occupied.  Oh, those fools, who thought to dictate orders to
the second _induna_ of the army of the Great King!

We did not even halt; but, instead of assailing us, a number of them
rushed upon our slaves, and speared them under our eyes.  _Haul_ they
fell, those unfortunate Amaholi, simply cut into strips.  What happened
then, _Nkose_, I scarcely knew.  I saw red.  We both "saw red."  The
thunder of our fierce war shout frightened them as though it was the
roar of a lion in their midst.  I heard and felt the hiss of the King's
Assegai as it rushed through the body of the warrior nearest to me,
splitting it nigh in twain.  Then, as a buffet from my great shield sent
another staggering, he, too, was devoured by the dark-handled spear.
_Whau, Nkose_!  I know not how many we slew.  Leaping hither and
thither, roaring like lions, we hewed our way; yet we were but two, and
they were hundreds.  They yielded before us, only to close up again
immediately.  _Au_! they had never seen Zulus in battle before.  But
even Zulus, being but two, cannot go on fighting all day against the
might of a whole nation, and surrounded on all sides.  We might kill a
number, but our death was certain at last.

Now, of death we thought not at all, for in battle it is not our custom
to think of aught beyond how many enemies we could kill.  But to me came
the thought that I would like to live, if only to assist in destroying
the whole of this den of jackals.  And I saw the means of attaining to
that purpose.

"The wall, Mgwali!"  I cried.  "Through them--to the wall!  We can hold
that.  It is our only chance."

I spoke in Zulu, which they understood not.  During the conflict we had
been drawing nearer and nearer to the wall.  Now, as we turned to face
it, we were confronted by a double line of Bakoni.  Their shields and
spears were ready.  We could not hope to break through them.

"Leap, Mgwali, leap!"  I growled, feeling the searing burn of a spear
blade grazing my shoulder.  Covered by our shields, we gathered our legs
under us, and leaped.  _Au_! we could leap in those days.  Right over
the heads of the lines of our foes we flew, and immediately, and before
they had time to recover their amaze, we had gained the shelter of the
stone walls.

Not too soon, though, for we had only just time to turn and receive
them, as a crowd of our enemies flung themselves against the opening.
Then the King's Assegai had meat to eat.  _Au_! in a moment the opening
was so filled up with bodies that they alone formed a defence; and, as I
have said, the opening was narrow, and would only admit one man at a
time.

The Bakoni fell back, yelling shrilly in their rage.  We two were
covered with blood from head to foot, and our spears were dripping.  My
brother had a deep spear-cut in his leg, from which the blood was
welling in a manner I did not like.  Both of us had other wounds, but
slight, though a blow from an axe, which had been hurled at me, and
which I had just warded off my ear, catching it on the elbow, had come
near disabling my right arm.  We put our heads above the wall and
laughed at our cowardly enemies.

"Ha! dogs--jackals!"  I cried.  "Have you fought enough?  We have not.
Come now, and have some more.  We are but two, you are a nation.  Does
the whole nation of the People of the Blue Cattle fear two men?  What
then will it do before the hosts of the Great King?"

And we took snuff, laughing loudly at this army of cowards, who dared
not come within a certain distance of us.

"Wait there, black baboons!  You are in a trap, ringed ape!" they cried,
jeering at our darker colour.  "You are trapped, like the _tshukuru_ in
the pit.  We will spear you at our ease!"  And a few assegais came
whistling past our heads.

[Note: tshukuru means Rhinoceros.]

Then they hurled their spears up straight in the air, so they should
fall back on our heads.  But we only made houses of our shields, and
laughed louder than ever, as the spears came down, "zip--zip," like
hailstones on the roof of a hut.  We returned them to their owners, too,
for we taught them that Zulu warriors, when it came to spear-throwing,
had nothing to learn from any other race.  This drove them back yet
further, and we sat and rested, and sang the war-song of the King.

Our plan was to remain there until dark, then to make a dash through
their lines, and this we had little fear of failing to accomplish,
wherefore we felt no great concern now.  But what puzzled us throughout
was that Tauane should have treated the King's messengers with violence,
remembering how impressed he was upon our first visit to his country;
and not until afterwards did we learn the true reason, which was this.

During the time he had been in our midst, the slave who had deserted us
had learned that, great and formidable as our nation was, still it was a
fugitive nation--that behind it was a greater, from whose vengeance we
were fleeing.  This he had imparted to Tauane, destroying in the minds
of that chief and his councillors the terror which our name and
appearance had at first inspired.  A fleeing nation could not be a very
formidable one, they reasoned, looking around upon the wealth and
strength of their own settled and numerous people; and, accordingly,
they resolved to meet Umzilikazi's demands with quiet defiance,
detaining, meanwhile, the persons of his messengers.  Ah! they little
knew, those poor fools--they little knew!

Time went by, and, secure behind our stone walls, we felt as though we
should like to go to sleep.  But we dared not do this--at any rate, not
more than one of us at a time.  We saw the people gathering, till it
seemed that we were beleaguered by the whole Bakoni nation.  To those
who had first assailed us came other companies of warriors; and behind
them women and children, all gazing eagerly at the "two black baboons,"
as they called us, in a trap.  Then a new move seemed to be taking place
among them.  A number of people were staggering under huge loads of
reeds and dry bushes.  We started up eagerly, for now we saw their plan.
They intended to burn us out.

A wild yell of delight went up from the whole assembly as these loads of
combustibles were borne forward from all sides.  We had no means of
stopping them.  We had hurled back, generally with effect, nearly all
the assegais which had been thrown inside the walls; besides, even had
we not done so, the bodies of those who approached were so hidden by the
loads they bore or pushed before them that they were quite shielded.
Amid yells and shrieks of laughter the burdens were placed in a ring,
close up against the walls, while more were fetched.  It seemed that we
were, indeed, as these dogs had said, like trapped rhinoceros.

The walls were of hard stone, and, of course, would not burn.  But the
mass of that flaming, glowing stuff was so enormous that the heat and
smoke would be enough to smother us many times over.  We took counsel
together, and thought hard.

As I said before, _Nkose_, the construction of these walls was that of
an inclosure within an inclosure, even like the plan of our own kraals.
The centre space, ringed round by the outer wall, was large enough to
contain perhaps threescore men, not standing very close together; the
outer ring was only wide enough to allow one to stand at a time.  There
was just a single chance of escape.

The outside wall was now surrounded by a high fence of dry stuff--higher
than a man's head; and, amid a roar of delight from the thousands who
were watching, we saw blue columns of smoke curling up from the circle
all round.  At the same time red tongues of flame shot forth, crackling
shrilly as they licked among the dry thorns and grass.  In a moment the
heat became unbearable, engirdled, as we were, within a ring of flame;
and the dense, choking volumes of smoke swept in upon us, blinding us
completely.

"If we would not see the end of our lives, we must get within the inner
wall, son of my father," I said.

Mgwali uttered not a word.  A great cloud of smoke beat down upon us,
and, taking advantage of its folds, we climbed over the inner wall.  As
we did so the smoke-cloud parted, and in the flash of a glance we could
see that the place was surrounded by a dense belt of Bakoni warriors,
many ranks deep, watching the place in motionless attention, their
spears and axes ready for us when we should attempt to break through, as
they were sure we must.  No; there was no escape that way.

Once within the inner wall, we found we could breathe more freely.  The
smoke rolled in its thick, choking fumes, but by crouching low to the
ground we could still find air; but what air there was we knew was
going: our senses were going, our heads grew hot, and our brain was
throbbing as though to burst.  Then there came for the first time a
faint puff of air, followed by another less faint.  We could see the sky
above.  The wind was rising.  The smoke-clouds were dispersing.  From
that peril we were saved.

And now, as we crouched low in our place of refuge, it seemed to us that
the voices of the multitude without had taken a different tone.  We
listened with wide ears.  There was a hurrying to and fro of thousands
of feet--of eager feet, of frightened feet.  Then, raising our heads
cautiously above the top of the wall, we peered forth.

The place was still engirdled by a ring of smouldering, glowing ashes,
the heat from whose red caverns almost blinded us at first.  The smoke
had nearly all dispersed, and the whole of the plain stood revealed to
our gaze.  But the dense belt of armed warriors which we had last seen
encompassing us had broken up, and its attention was but little given to
us at all.

Every eye was bent upon the distant sky-line, which was bordered by a
range of hills.  From these the dust was now whirling in clouds,
sweeping on rapidly towards us--nearer and nearer--and behind it still,
black columns of smoke were mounting to the heavens.  Our hearts were
ready to burst with wild delight, for well did we know the meaning of
this.  But our enemies gazed upon it in blank and chill dismay, with
hearts turned to water; for its meaning they, too, began to read, as was
made clear by the wild hubbub of voices, some panic-stricken, but all
eager, all excited.  Then, with shrill shrieks, the women and children
took flight in every direction.

On whirled the great dust-clouds, spreading over the plain afar on
either hand, and through them appeared the tossing heads and horns of
thousands and thousands of cattle, the sleek blue- herds of the
Bakoni.  The ground rumbled like approaching thunder beneath their
furious hoofs as they streamed madly forward.  And behind them now was
visible something else--a vast array of naked figures and of tufted
shields, the blue gleam of wavy lines of spears.  Regardless now of the
danger from those around, we sprang on the wall and danced and shouted,
jeering at those who just now were threatening us--the strength of a
nation against two men!

"Ho, dogs! jackals! cowards!" we cried.  "Flee now to your burrows.
Yonder is the army of the Great King--the hand of the Great Great One,
stretched forth to avenge his messengers."

The immense herd of cattle had now divided, and was streaming off in the
distance to right and to left, leaving in its place that mighty array of
the conquerors of the world sweeping forward upon this doomed people who
had been mad enough to defy their wrath.

"Ho, Tauane! young lion!"  I shouted, as the chief passed close beneath.
"Yonder is the lion whose roar is the loudest.  Go, tell him what has
been your treatment of his messengers."

The chief heard, but made no answer as he hurried away, and we could see
him and his war-captains disposing their warriors in battle array.  And,
indeed, they made a brave show, being more numerous than our own, and as
well armed.  But who can withstand the rush of the Zulu lion?

From our high position we could take in the whole of that battle.
Battle, did I say?  It can hardly be called a battle.  In spite of the
dense and well-armed array confronting them, our warriors did not even
slacken their pace.  Coming on at a swift but steady run, covered with
their great shields, their heads bent slightly forward, their eyes
glaring like red coals, the air thrilling with their fierce war-whistle
or hiss, as it really was, the aspect of the King's host was so terrific
that the Bakoni, for all their numbers, began to hesitate and look
wildly around, thinking of flight.  But no time was allowed them even
for this.  Our people were upon them.  The crash of shields was as the
thunder of the storm-driven billow striking the shore.  Whole lines went
down, and, pouring over them, the warriors of the Great King delayed not
a moment.  The Bakoni could not stand a second time.  Their battle rank
was broken--rolled up as one might roll up a newly-stripped hide.  With
wild, shrill shrieks of despair they turned and fled headlong.

Then the roar that went up from the ranks of our warriors was as the
roar of an army of lions.  Fleet-footed, they pressed on the disordered
masses of the flying foe, hewing them down like corn, yet still
preserving their own order of battle.  The panic which had seized upon
the Bakoni was complete.  They were slaughtered as they fell,
slaughtered like stricken sheep, and over them poured the destroying
lines of their devourers--slaying ever, slaying and slaying--showing no
mercy; for these people had rejected the King's mercy with scorn and
insult.  The day of mercy was now past.



CHAPTER NINE.

THE LIVING BRIDGE.

We waited no longer, Mgwali and I.  We leaped from our shelter, waving
our shields and shouting the King's war-cry.  We had to dash through the
glowing ring of ashes which still smouldered redly around our place of
refuge, but if it burnt us we knew it not, for we were not in the mind
to feel hurts.  But, as we dashed forth, black and terrible, to take our
share in the slaughter, we found ourselves in the thick of the flying
Bakoni.

In the very midst of them we were, hemmed in so close that, we had but
to move our hands, and with each thrust a man fell, as a slain bullock
when the point of the assegai is placed behind his shoulder, and in this
manner we swiftly cleared a ring around us.  At first they saw nothing,
looking neither to the one side nor the other, as they fled, their heads
stretched out before them.  But when they did look up, and beheld Zulu
shields right in among them, Zulu spears rising and falling, they
shrieked aloud in their terror, fleeing even more wildly than ever.
Thus we, being but two, were carried along in this flying rout--killing,
killing, till we were well nigh weary.  Never a weapon was raised
against us; no resistance even did they attempt.  So great was the fear
which was upon them that they allowed themselves to be slain like
cattle, and Mgwali and I slew and slew, and laughed aloud.

We had gained the further edge of the town, and now we thought it time
to get out of the crowd and rejoin our people.  So we worked our way
clear without difficulty and turned our faces toward our approaching
countrymen.

Then as we were among the huts once more, another great mass of Bakoni
suddenly appeared, fleeing for their lives.  We sprang forth to meet
them, sounding our shrill war-whistles, but these valiant warriors,
seeing Zulu shields thus suddenly in front of them, halted, and,
turning, strove to flee back the way they had come.  But their rear
ranks, panic-stricken, crashed against them, forcing them on; yet the
fear of the enemy they had seen in front--for they could not have
noticed that we were but two--was so great that they would not advance,
and the whole of that armed crowd stood shouting and shrieking, crumpled
back in the most deadly confusion, not knowing which way to run.  At
last, turning off from their original course, they streamed wildly out
upon the plain, we two pursuing them and laughing as we had never
laughed in our lives.

But they had not far to run, for the further "horn" of our army had
swung round here, and blindly they rushed upon the lines of Zulu spears,
even as they had intended, but a brief while back, we should rush upon
theirs.  A half-circle of tufted shields, and of blades now reddened and
reeking, hemmed them in.  The air quivered with the shrill buzzing
war-whistle.  _Whau!  Nkose_! before a man could have counted fifty,
there was not one of those Bakoni left alive.  Then a mighty shout of
laughter arose from the slayers.

"Ho, Untuswa!" they cried.  "We thought these dogs had devoured thee.
And, thou, Mgwali!  Ha! we have been paying them for your deaths.
Greeting, sons of Ntelani!  Greeting!"

Thus clamoured my comrades.  But I made no reply.  Up went my right
hand, my weapons dropped upon the corpses of the slain Bakoni, and I
cried aloud the _Bayete_; for I saw that I was standing in the presence
of the King.

Umzilikazi was on horseback.  He had led the first onset in person; but,
finding with what a craven and cowardly foe he had to deal, he had
dropped back in disgust, ordering his children to stamp out the lot,
save such as it was customary to spare.

"Welcome, Untuswa!" he exclaimed.  "I thought you dead--that these
cowardly dogs had slain him whom I had sent as my voice.  Yet here you
meet us--you and the boy yonder--driving hundreds of armed men before
you like so many cattle!"

"No praise is due to these dogs that we still live, O Great Great One,
for they have killed our slaves, and rushed upon us to kill us, but we
fought our way to yonder wall, whence we defied their whole nation.
Then they heaped fire around to burn us out.  Behold, Elephant, it is
still smoking!"

The King's glance rested upon the stone-wall, and a flash of eager
interest lit up his eyes.

"Ha!  I have an idea!" he cried.  "It is good.  Go now among your
shields, son of Ntelani.  They wait to welcome you.  We will make an end
of these people, who laughed at my offers of mercy."

Shouts of greeting hailed my return, as I sped along the ranks, for I
was well liked by the fighting men, especially the younger ones, and
none had expected ever to behold me again.  I joined for a moment in
counsel with Kalipe, and then we surrounded the town.  We fired the
huts, and the flame spread from thatch to thatch, till, before long, it
gave forth so great a heat that we could hardly endure to remain at our
posts.

But, as the flames began to spread, there came rushing out terrified
figures, thick and fast--men, women, and children; all such as had not
been able to escape to the fortified hill, which Tauane had so proudly
pointed out to me.  They came out, only to be met by a ring of blades.
They were slain, speared through again and again, and flung back into
the flames, all save such few of the young girls who seemed fair enough
for captives; yet even of these not many were spared, for our people
"saw red," _Nkose_, as the custom with us is when there is battle and
blood-shedding, and at such times every living thing is slaughtered.
Besides, we were doubly exasperated against these, who had dared offer
violence to the King's ambassadors, and mercy was a fire of which no
spark was kindled in any of our breasts that day.

Leaving the burning town when there remained no more to slay, we formed
in columns, and marched to the fortified mountain.  But by the time we
reached it, the sun was sinking, and the King gave orders that the army
should rest.  The mountain was surrounded, so that no living thing
thereon might escape, and, great fires being kindled, we went into camp.
But, first of all, the King ordered a slaughter of cattle to take
place.  _Whau_! that was a sight!  They were driven up--hundreds of
beasts of the fine blue- cattle--and ringed in by the slayers.
_Hau_! then began a scene!  Not all fell at once to the assegai: many
escaped.  Maddened by the blood, the terrified beasts, their horns
clashing and eyes glowing, broke through the ring, and their frenzied
bellowing mingled with the deafening whistles of those in pursuit as,
with heads lowered, and tails aloft, they scattered over the plain in
all directions, some bristling with spears which had been hurled into
their bodies.  But all, or nearly all, were slaughtered at last, and
soon the fires were hissing and sputtering with huge red quarters.
Then, as we devoured the blue cattle, we who engirdled the hill united
around our fires in one grand war-dance, and the chant of the King's
war-song was more terrible than the thunder of heaven, and, indeed, if
those upon the hill, awaiting their fate in the morning, did not die of
fear, it must have been that they had no room left for any more fear.
And away over the plain a dull red glow hung above the ashes of the
burnt town, whence would the night wind ever and again sweep up a
whirling shower of sparks.

Not much did we sleep, for we passed the night in dancing and feasting.
Then in the grey of dawn we stormed the mountain, surrounded as it was
on every side.  We had to ascend with some care, yet so eager were our
young men that several lost their lives through being crowded over the
edge of a cliff rather than pause to allow passage to their fellows.
They had tasted blood.  All were eager to begin killing again.

A long, low wall lay right across our march.  Over this they poured
before the word could be given to restrain them, and yells of surprise
and pain went up from those who did.  For on the other side the ground
was staked with spear-heads and spikes of iron, and upon these writhed
the bodies of the too eager soldiers.  So close together were these
spikes that if a man succeeded in freeing himself from one, he was
immediately impaled upon another.  Moreover, in the struggling and
confusion each thrust his fellow down, and thus unknowingly impaled him.
Numbers died in this way.

The ascent at this point was steep and rough.  Above and in front rose a
great cliff, which had to be surmounted by a long gully piercing its
face and winding round by a gradual ascent beyond our view.  We could
see the tracks of cattle, fresh and plentiful, leading up this, and if
cattle had been driven by it, why then, indeed, it was a broad and open
road for the soldiers of the King.

With shouts of rage, which spoke ill for those above when we should
reach them, the warriors wrenched up the blades and spikes, and having
thus opened a passage, poured onward and upward.  We soon gained the
entrance to the gully, and now we could hear the sound of voices above
and the lowing of cattle.  Then, as we turned the corner of this
passage, and were expecting to rush on to the summit with a roar of
victory, lo! the way was barred by another stone wall.

Right across our path it stretched, from cliff to cliff, and the defile
was there so narrow that scarce fifty men could walk in a line.  But
this time no man was eager to spring over that wall, fearing the ground
might be staked on the other side, and this, indeed, was the case, and
with longer and sharper iron points than the place we had already
passed.  Moreover, these points reached back almost as far as a spear
might be thrown.

I gave orders to demolish the wall, but no sooner was the first stone
torn up than a volley of rocks was showered upon us from above, killing
several.  So narrow was the passage wherein we stood that our whole
_impi_ could have been slain piecemeal by this means.

As the rocks came crashing down upon us, I noted that the brow of the
cliff, on the side whence they fell, overhung.  I gave the word then for
the warriors to quit the centre way and press themselves closely against
the base of this cliff, and when this was done the stones crashed out
harmlessly, not being able to fall upon us as we stood.  The bulk of the
_impi_ was in the background and beyond reach of the falling rocks.

Now, this check concerned me greatly.  The only way of ascending further
was to tear down the wall and pluck up the stakes; yet every time this
was attempted a shower of great stones fell from above, killing more of
our people than these cowardly jackals had been able to slay face to
face in the open field.  Standing beneath the shelter of the overhanging
cliff, I thought hard.  Then my heart leaped and my blood thrilled
wildly.  I had lighted upon a plan.

"Come hither, son of my father," I called, "and carry my word to the
Great Great One."

Now, whether Mgwali liked or not being sent back from the front of the
battle that I knew not, for he made no sign thereof, and herein he was
wise; for, were he ten times the son of my father, he who should have
disputed my orders at such a time would have spoken his last word.  For
a few moments I whispered in my brother's ear; then, as I bade him go,
he sped away down the mountain side, running and leaping with the speed
of a buck.

So we rested beneath the shelter of the cliff for a space, taking snuff,
and laughing at the attempts made by those above to reach us with the
stones.  Once, indeed, they caused some of their oxen to leap out from
the height, in the hope that these might crush us, but they were
disappointed.  We roared with laughter as the crushed beef fell before
us, harming nobody, and rolling down the <DW72> in many a shattered and
bleeding mass.

At length, as the sun rose clear above the far horizon, striking
blood-red upon the iron walls of the great cliffs, a multitude of
persons was seen coming up the <DW72>.  A loud exclamation of
astonishment arose from the warriors as in these they recognised
prisoners whom we had taken on our march, and some few of the Bakoni who
had been spared in outlying kraals.  They were panting and breathless,
but they dared not hang back, for they were urged on by the spears of a
number of our people behind, foremost among whom I described my brother,
Mgwali.

"Now, my children!"  I cried.  "Behold your bridge!  These shall carry
us over the spike-studded ground!"

A roar of delight, of admiration, went up from the _impi_ as my plan
became clear.  Forced onward, the exhausted groans and despairing
shrieks of the driven herd, the human herd, mingled with the loud yells
of their drivers.  As the foremost of them swept past us a shower of
rocks from above crashed down upon them, splattering us with their
blood, yet even then they dared not waver, for the spears of the breast
of the _impi_ had now closed up behind them, goading them on, ruthlessly
slaying those who fell exhausted.  On they rushed, several hundreds of
them, surging over the wall.

But the frantic shrieks of those who fell first upon the spikes availed
nothing.  The remainder poured over them, for they had to do it--being
there for that purpose--and fell in their turn, and others behind them,
and so on, until not one of the sharp blades which so thickly studded
the ground was visible.  All were buried within and beneath the bodies
of those we had driven over them.  Then, as I gave the signal, the whole
_impi_ charged forward, trampling over this shrieking mangled mass of
human beings.  But we were on clear ground again.  My plan had
succeeded.  I had thrown a bridge over that terrible gulf of spear
points--_a bridge built of the living bodies of our captives_!

As we sprang to the clear summit of the mountain we beheld outstretched
before us a broad table-land, grassy and level, and at the further end a
rocky cone.  This space was alive with cattle and fleeing groups of
fugitives, striving to gain that end, for the mountain was only to be
gained by two sides.  We did not shout now.  With heads bent and eyes
glowing, each warrior grasping his spear in readiness, we swept across
that level summit.  Wildly those doomed ones fled--fled for the only
side still open; but here they rushed upon the spears of Kalipe, and
were driven back, so that they were now hemmed in with blades.  _Au_!
then we began to kill!  We slew and slew until we could hardly raise our
arms; but what I was keenly on the alert for was the chief, Tauane; for
Umzilikazi had specially ordered that, if possible, this man should be
taken alive.

Wearied with killing, I shouted to the groups of screaming Bakoni still
alive, both men and women, who now lay upon the ground, begging hard for
their lives:

"Where is Tauane?  Where is the Chief of the Blue Cattle?"

They hesitate to reply.  Immediately our assegais set to work again.
Then some of the women screamed out:

"Yonder he is, Lion.  There, among those."

I followed their glance.  A group of men, terror-stricken, sat huddled
together, their looks wildly imploring that mercy they knew it would be
useless to ask.  Already our warriors were bounding upon them with
uplifted spears.  But I ran forward and ordered them to forbear.

"Greeting, Chief of the Blue Cattle!"  I cried aloud in a great mocking
voice.  "Greeting, young lion, lord of thousands and thousands of
spears.  What was my `word' but this day?  That the next time the Chief
of the Bakoni saw my face it would be in the forefront of the
destroyers; and it is so.  But how do I again behold the chief of so
many spears and shields?  Is it armed and fighting to the death?  Not
so.  It is crouching low, and weeping even as these miserable women!"

"_Xi_!" cried the warriors in contemptuous disgust, the sharp click
sounding in chorus like the cracking of sticks.  "_Bayete, Nkulu
'nkulu_!" they mocked.  "We _konza_ to thee, young lion, who roars
louder than the Lion of the Amandebeli."

Thus they jeered the fallen chief, and amid their shouts of laughter I
gave orders that he should be tied with his right hand to his left
ankle, so that he could walk only with great difficulty.  This I did,
_Nkose_, because he was contemptible as a pitiful coward.  Had he been a
brave man, although he was doomed, I would have spared him insult; but
for a chief, the chief of a nation, to crouch among the women and whine
for mercy--_au_! he deserved all that befell him.

"Now," I cried, when I had set aside those whom I judged should be taken
alive to the King, "as for these, they shall have a choice of deaths.
Yonder the cliff is high, and the way thereto is smooth and level.
Hold! give them a fair chance.  Go now, ye that remain of the nation of
Bakoni!  _Hambani gahle_!"

The warriors roared aloud at this jest.  Those of the vanquished who
were left alive started to run, doubtless hoping to find a way of
escape.  But there was none such, for the cliff went down in a smooth
wall to a vast depth.  Then I gave the word, and the young men leaped
forward in pursuit, and in a moment that sunny cliff brow was red with
death.  Every one of the Bakoni had been forced to spring from the
height or was speared.



CHAPTER TEN.

THE MYSTERY QUEEN.

While the young men were thus amusing themselves, _Nkose_, I ran my gaze
over the faces of the prisoners whom we had spared, and as I did so it
fell upon a countenance which made me start and grip my assegai.  The
man who owned this face met my glance, and shook with fear.  And well he
might; for, in spite of a plentiful besmearing of red ochre, I knew that
face and he saw that I did--knew it for the face of the deserter, the
slave Maroane.

"Spare me, father," he murmured quickly in the Sechuana tongue.  "Spare
me, and I will tell you something that will be worth knowing--something
which the King would give me my life ten times over to know."

"Speak, dog!"  I said.  "Speak or die!"

But he would not.  He talked swiftly and low in the Sechuana tongue,
which none of our people understood, urging me to go apart with him for
a space.

Just then the mountain-top was covered with our warriors, for Kalipe's
_impi_ had now joined mine.  All were in a state of the highest
excitement and delight.  Some were resting, some were dancing, some
singing, some jeering the prisoners, others caring for wounds they had
received, but the hubbub of voices was enough to make a man deaf.  In
the commotion I managed to get Maroane apart unobserved.

"Now, slave, thy last hour has come," I said.  "What are thy tidings?"

"Spare my life, father, and they shall be yours," he said.  "Only
promise me my life."

"Hearken, dog," I growled, fingering the point of my spear.  "If what
thou showest me is worth thy miserable life, then I will not take it.
But speak, or I slay thee here.  That is my `word.'"

He knew it was.  He knew that I was not one to speak twice.

"Come with me, father," he said.  "But--come alone."

We threaded our way through many a noisy and boisterous group who jeered
and threatened the man in front of me, reckoning him one of the Bakoni.
But I restrained them, giving an order here, and a word of advice there,
in my capacity of second in command.  All thought I was going on a round
of inspection, and then thought no more about anything at all.  The
while Maroane had been craftily leading me the complete circle of the
mountain-top, and now we had gained the rocky cone which arose from the
further end.  Then, as we passed behind it, and the people were lost to
view, Maroane bent down suddenly in the grass and dragged out by the
heels the dead body of a man.  Another, too, he dragged forth, then
turned panting to me.

"In here, leader of the King's might," he said.

I looked in amazement.  Under the bodies which he had removed was a hole
slanting downwards into the earth, partly hidden in the long grass.  The
slave explained that these two had been purposely killed by their own
people, in order to conceal this opening with their bodies.

Now, I had already known what it is to walk in darkness through the
heart of the earth, as you will remember, _Nkose_, when I followed
Gungana into the cave of the _Izimu_, or Eaters-of-Men.  But for such
places I have no liking, wherefore I growled:

"And what will I find, dog, when I have left the light of day?"

The fellow's eyes shone with excitement.

"The Queen of the _muti_ of the Bakoni, father.  She is beautiful," he
whispered.  "And, indeed, my life is well worth this secret."

"Ha! lead on, dog," I said.  "But beware that thou beholdest not the end
of this spear-point through thy chest."

I trod in Maroane's footsteps in almost complete darkness for a little
way, and while I did so I pondered.  What was going to be revealed?  I
was ever eager to look into strange mysteries--a longing implanted in
me, I think, by old Mazuka.  And now I heard a wild, sweet voice
singing, and it seemed to me the words were in the Zulu tongue.

Now it grew light, and in a moment we walked out from the darkness of
the underground passage, and stood in the light of day.

It was a marvellous place, like an enormous bowl hollowed out in the
face of the cliff.  The rock sloped gradually outward, and above it a
narrow belt of blue sky, but overhead the vaulted roof of the cliff.
The floor of this place was of solid stone.  It was a marvellous
hiding-place, for from beneath the face of the cliff showed no sort or
sign of a break.  Why had not the craven Tayane sought refuge here?  But
perhaps even from him was the secret hidden.

This strange rock-nest was occupied by one human being--a woman.  As I
sprang into her view a low sharp scream of terror escaped her, and,
covering her head, she sank down at the further end of the place; not,
however, before I was able to see that she was of most beautiful and
shapely build.  She expected instant death.  Yet she begged for mercy,
and the voice that came from beneath the beaded robe which covered her
was marvellously enthralling.  She begged that her life might be spared,
or taken as quickly and painlessly as possible.  That she was terrified
could hardly be wondered at, for my appearance must have been terrifying
in the extreme.  I had borne far from the smallest share in the
slaughter of the Bakoni, and now, weapons, shield, and person were
covered with blood.  As I leaped into view she at once took me for the
first of the slayers.  But the words with which she appealed to me were
spoken well and fluently in our own tongue.

"What is this?"  I said.  "The tongue of the Zulu in the mouth of a
stranger?"

"I know you, son of Ntelani," she said, without looking up from her
crouching attitude.  "I have seen you more than once, messenger of the
King."

"But I have not seen you, stranger, who speakest with the voice of the
west wind.  Uncover now, that I may do so, before we return to the
King."

"To the King?  To Umzilikazi?" she uttered, in a tone as of fear.  "That
may not be.  Look now, son of Ntelani, and say whether I am to fall a
spoil to the King."

Throwing off the beaded robe, she stood upright, and now I saw that my
first glimpse had told me no lie.  She was tall--tall as Nangeza--but
never did I see more perfect proportions and rounder, firmer limbs.
She, like Nangeza, was light of colour; but, unlike Nangeza, there was a
softness, a sweetness in her face, and in her clear eyes, which was
enough to befool any man, being young, who looked.  She wore the short
beaded petticoat and gold ornaments of the Bakoni, but her hair was
gathered up in the _impiti_, or reddened cone, such as is worn by Zulu
women.

Now, for all my bragging to the King that I cared not about women, I
was, in those days, just as great a fool as others of my age, and
although in a general way I did not care to add to the number of my
wives, yet, when I came upon such a woman as this, I was apt to leave my
reason and ordinary sense so far behind that a long journey would be
required to pick it up again.  So when this one--revealing herself thus
suddenly--threw out those words about falling a spoil to the King, my
reason started away--to hunt game perhaps; and the thought that ran
through my mind was that I would, by some means, keep her for myself.

"Who art thou, sister?"  I said; "and how art thou called?"

"I am called Lalusini, and my Zulu blood is as pure as thine own, son of
Ntelani.  Perhaps purer."

"_Hau_!"  I cried, bringing my hand to my mouth in amazement.  "Here is
a marvel!  Then how earnest thou here, Lalusini, whom this dog just now
named Queen of the Bakoni _muti_?"

"In that he told no lie, Untuswa," she answered, with a glance at the
slave.  "But the tale is over-long to be told at such a time."

My attention being recalled to the slave, I turned to look at him.  He
was crouching on the ground behind me--eyes, ears, mouth, all wide-open,
looking scared somewhat; and, indeed, he would have looked more so could
he have read what was passing in my mind.  For I had resolved that this
woman should belong to me alone; and that this should be so I must leave
her here--and, indeed, her first words had seemed to point that way--for
such an one as she, did Umzilikazi once set his eyes upon her, she would
be taken into the _isigodhlo_ at that moment.  But the secret of this
hiding-place was known to three of us--Maroane being the third--and I
felt that it was shared by just one too many.

"I saw thee, Untuswa," she went on, "thee and another.  I saw thee, the
chief of two men, laying down terms to an armed and angry nation.  I saw
thee again--thee and another--in the ruined walls; two men keeping back
swarms of yonder dogs; and my heart went out to thee, and to the days
when I dwelt among my own people.  Yes, my heart went out to thee, thou
great, brave fighter; but if it were better that it should go out to the
King--"

This she spoke in a low voice, but with a look that shook my pulses, and
made me mad.  I sware then that she should not be delivered up to the
King, but should remain hidden there, and belong to me, and to me alone;
and my words seemed to please her.  I promised to return shortly, but
now I must depart, or the warriors would be wondering at my absence.

"Lead on now, dog!"  I said to the slave.  And it was the last word his
ears ever heard, for when we had passed through the dark passage, and
gained the outer air, I seized him by the ankle, and overthrew him; then
bringing my knobstick down upon the back of his neck, I laid him dead
before he could utter a sound.  No second blow was required.  The secret
of the hiding-place was now shared by two only.

It is true, _Nkose_, that I had made a half-promise to spare his life,
but to do so now would be to throw away my own.  Nor could the dog be
relied upon to preserve silence.  He had betrayed me once, and deserted
to the Bakoni; he would certainly not hesitate to betray me again--this
time to the Great Great One himself.

But as I returned, and mixed with the people, I told myself that I was
indeed the very king of fools.  Had I not thrown away my life before for
the sake of a woman, and to-day this same woman was an element of great
trouble and disturbance in my life?  And now, here I was, older, and
with plentiful experience, doing exactly the same thing again!  For to
secrete captives or cattle taken in war was one of the most deadly
offences in the eyes of the King.  Its penalty was death, and more than
death, for it was usually death by torture.  And this deadly offence, I,
Untuswa, the second fighting captain and trusted _induna_ of the King,
had deliberately committed; and all for the sake of a woman!  In truth
was I the very chief of fools!

Yet, at the time, I did not so name myself; for as we returned in
triumph, with the captives in our midst, streaming down the
mountain-side, and singing the war-song of Umzilikazi, I, for once,
thought but little of warrior-pride, for my mind was back in that
strange hiding-place, and in my ears was still the music of the voice of
her whom I had found there.  A spell indeed as of witchcraft had she
cast over me; and now, as I walked among the triumphant warriors, I
seemed quite outside of their rejoicings.  It might be witchcraft, I
told myself, but it was witchcraft that rose above the fear of death.

The plain beneath was covered with the blue cattle of the Bakoni, and,
huddled in groups, were the women captives, frightened and sad.  Other
captives were there--men--and these had a set, still, stony look, for
they reckoned themselves as already dead.  To these were added the
others we had brought down from the summit of the mountain--that
fortified mountain which Tauane had boasted was able to defy the world.
Yet we had ascended it so easily!

"Ha, Chief of the Blue Cattle!"  I said mockingly.  "Behold thy
fortress!  Behold the lion who roars louder than thee!  Thou art already
dead, thou who wouldst have done violence to the ambassadors of the
Great King!"

"Perhaps not," he muttered, more to himself than to me.  "Perhaps not.
It may be that I can tell the King that which is worth my life."

Now, _Nkose_, my heart stood still within me, for these were exactly the
words of Maroane the slave.  To how many was known the existence of
Lalusini--the secret of her hiding-place?  Had I dared, I would have
slain Tauane with my own hand, but this was impossible.  He was the
King's prisoner.  Walking in the midst of the other captives, no colour
had I for slaying him, and had I done so I should have drawn down upon
myself the darkest suspicion.  True, there was no direct proof, as yet,
that I was aware of the secret, but the King's distrust would be aroused
and my undoing would then be a certainty.  And, over and above all this,
the thought that Lalusini might be reft from me filled my mind with a
fierce and savage dread.  I felt capable of slaying the King himself
rather than that should befall.

Then the whole army mustered in two immense half-circles, and the tufted
shields and waving plumes, and the quiver of assegai-hafts made a noise
like that of a mighty wind shaking a forest, and amid the thunder of the
war-song, the King appeared, preceded by several _izimbonga_.  These
were roaring like lions, trumpeting like elephants, bellowing like
bulls, wriggling like snakes, each ornamented with the skin, or horns,
or teeth of the animal he represented and which constituted the King's
titles.

Umzilikazi was arrayed in a war-dress of white ostrich-feathers and
flowing cow-hair.  The great white shield was held over him by his
shield-bearer, but he himself carried a shield made of the skin of a
lion, and a broad-bladed dark-handled spear similar to the one which he
had given to me.  It was not often the King appeared in all the
war-adornments of a fighting leader, and now that he did the mad delight
of the warriors knew no bounds.

"Elephant who bears the world!" they roared.  "Divider of the sun!
Black Serpent of Night!  Black Bull, whose horns bear fire!  Lion whose
roar causeth the stars to fall!" were some of the phrases of _bonga_
which arose; and, indeed, the King himself could hardly command silence,
and then not for a very long time, so great was the excitement.

"Come hither, Untuswa," said the Great Great One.  "Thou shalt be my
voice, for I talk not with the tongue of these dogs.  Bring forward the
dog who names himself a young lion."

Tauane was brought forward.  Deeming his obeisance not low enough, one
of the body-guard seized him by the back of the neck and forced his face
down on to the very earth before the King.

"Down, dog!" he growled.  "Down before the Founder of Nations, the
Scourge of the World!"

And in fierce, threatening chorus the warriors echoed the words.

Having contemplated with a scornful sneer the grovelling captive,
Umzilikazi said--

"Speak now with my tongue, Untuswa.  But wait.  Let old Masuka be sent
for.  Two tongues are better than one."

Now I saw myself again undone, _Nkose_, for in turning that language
into our own I thought not to render it all, and therein lay safety.
But the old Masuka would certainly render it word for word.  Still, my
snake was watching over me then, for a message came from the old
_isanusi_ that he was making _muti_, as befitted so serious a time.
This answer, which no other man among us would have dared to send,
unless he were more than tired of his life, seemed to satisfy the King.

"No matter," he said.  "Thou wert my tongue before, Untuswa, when I
despatched thee to offer favour to this dog who calls himself a lion
Thou shalt be my tongue now."



CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE END OF TAUANE.

As the King thus spoke, _Nkose_, I felt safe again, for old Masuka might
not arrive before I had finished interpreting, and when that time had
come I felt sure that the moments left to the captive chief of the Blue
Cattle would be few indeed.

"So, brother!" said the Great Great One, speaking in that soft and
pleasant voice which was the most terrible of all, "so, brother--who
thought to rule the world?  What bad dreams disturbed thy night's rest
to cause thee to make a mock of my messengers?"

This I put to Tauane.  But he made no reply save a murmur, waiting for
the King to continue.

"I offered thee life, and thou didst choose death; death for thyself and
thy people.  Go, ask such as remain of the tribes and peoples which have
lain in and around our path--ask if the son of Matyobane was ever known
to send forth his `word' twice?"

Still the chief made no reply, save for a murmur.  But there was a light
in his eyes as of hope, for Umzilikazi's voice was soft and pleasant,
and therein he read mercy.  Ha! we knew better than that--knew that for
such a purpose the King's voice had better have in it the roar of
thunder.

"Not only didst thou turn a deaf ear to my offer of thy life and the
lives of thy people, O Chief of the Blue Cattle," went on Umzilikazi,
"but to my messenger, Untuswa, thou didst offer violence, to him and to
those who were with him.  But for my arrival in time, he who was the
tongue of the King would have been slain; slain by thee and thy people.
What hast thou to say, Chief of the Blue Cattle?"

This I put to Tauane in glee, for I had not forgotten how they had
smoked us like bees within the stone walls; how, but for our prowess and
their cowardice, we should long since have been slain; how that we in
our capacity of ambassadors should have been sacred, but, instead, had
been set upon and assailed by these dogs of Bakoni.  He urged eagerly in
excuse that for what had happened he was not responsible, that he had
been unable to control his people, which, when I had rendered into our
tongue, raised an exclamation of derision from all who heard it; for to
us the idea of a people refusing to listen to the voice of its chief, or
any man remaining a chief who was unable to compel the implicit
obedience of his people, seemed the most ridiculous thing in the whole
world.  If he thought to save his own life by throwing the blame upon
his people, why then, never made any man a greater mistake, for never
was cowardice in any form a way to the favour of Umzilikazi.

"And that is all thou hast to say, thou treacherous and cowardly dog?"
said the King, dropping his soft and pleasant voice and pointing his
spear at the captive chief.

"Not all, O Black Elephant," was the answer; and now I felt on my own
trial, for, if he mentioned the secret of Lalusini's existence and
hiding-place, how could I suppress it, or turn it into something else?
I knew that none of the _izinduna_ or others seated near by understood
that language, yet many of the Amaholi, or slaves, did; and although
these were in the background, I knew not how far Tauane's voice might
reach.

"There is yet more I would say," he answered.  "It is whispered that the
great nation before whose irresistible bravery our race has gone down is
followed by a hostile nation greater even than itself, before whom it
flees.  Now, O King, our weapons are good, and there are still some of
our warriors left.  Let them therefore _konza_ to the Elephant of the
Amandebeli, so when the Lion of the Zulu roars in pursuit behind, he
will be met by many more spears than he had expected."

This offer of alliance was so ludicrous that the warriors listening
could not restrain their shouts of derision.

"Lo, a fighting bull! a lion indeed!  _Hau_! listen to the trumpeting of
the elephant!" they jeered, mocking the unfortunate chief.  Then the
King spoke, and again his voice was soft.

"Ha!  That is what thou hast to say, Chief of the Blue Cattle?  A noble
alliance truly!  An alliance between the elephant and the cricket,
between the serpent and the frog!  Ha! a people who in their armed
hundreds are driven backwards and forwards like cattle by two men--only
two!  A people who in their armed thousands, and with fire to help them,
are kept at a distance for half a day by two men--only two!  Such are
they who would fight side by side with us!  Say now, chief of a nation
of old women--if thy spears in their thousands could do nothing against
two Zulu fighting-men, and that during half a day, how would they think
to stand against a whole _impi_?  The ostrich who vanishes beyond one
sky-line when a man appears on the other is preferable as an ally to
thee and thine.  We want not such."

So great were the murmurs of contemptuous hate which went up that I
could hardly make myself heard as I rendered the King's speech.  It
seemed to me, watching the countenance of Tauane, that hope had now left
it, to be succeeded, however, by a rekindling gleam.

"I lie beneath the foot of the Elephant," he said; "but there is that,
which, if I am suffered to go untrampled, the Elephant would gladly
know."

I looked around.  No sign of Masuka, and it seemed to me that none
within hearing would understand this tongue.  Now the moment had come,
now was Tauane about to try and purchase his life by disclosing
Lalusini's secret and mine, and I was resolved that he should not.  Yet
it was a terrible thing to stand before the majesty of the Great Great
One, and deliberately deceive him--a terrible thing!  But I turned the
speech of Tauane into a mere prayer that he might not be crushed beneath
the foot of the Elephant.

"The house of the Great King should be full of beautiful women," he went
on; "yet the most beautiful of all is not there."

Yes, the air was getting hot now; but I rendered the words so as to mean
that the most beautiful women of the Bakoni _had already_ fallen to the
King's possession.

"The blood of the most beautiful of all is that of the Amazulu.  There
flows in her veins the pure blood of kings," he continued.

"_They are beautiful as those of the Amazulu, almost worthy to mingle
with the pure blood of kings_," I translated.

"She is the Queen of the hidden mysteries of the Bakoni; beautiful as
the mate of the Great King should be, and she has yet to be brought to
the Elephant of the Amandebeli."

"_Some even are skilled in the hidden mysteries of the Bakoni; and all
have been delivered to the Elephant of the Amandebeli_," I put it.

"The secret of her hiding-place is known to me alone," he said.  "She is
there, safe and unharmed, awaiting the arrival of those who shall lead
her before the King.  She is of the Amazulu, and is called Lalusini."

I started inwardly.  Ha!  The name!  I might play tricks with the
remainder, but the name!  It sounded so plain--stood forth so
unmistakably Zulu among the wretched monkey-like speech of these people,
that I saw, or fancied I saw, a spasm of astonishment come into the
King's face.  Then I saw light.

"_None have been hidden away in secret hiding-places_," I translated;
"_all have been delivered safe and unharmed to those who should lead
them before the King.  They are worthy mates for the Amazulu or the
Baqulusini_."

[Note: Baqulusini, same as Abaqulusi.  A mountain clan inhabiting
Northern Zululand.]

Thus, _Nkose_, did I make use of the similarity between these two words,
deeming that the King, if he detected any difference, would attribute it
to the difficulty these people had in pronouncing Zulu words; and, in
fact, he must have done so.

"And is this all thou hast to urge in favour of thy miserable life,
rebellious dog, who barks at my messengers?" said the Great Great One,
haughtily.

"_And is this secret, indeed, known but to thee alone, and to no other?
Not even to a dog_?"  I put it.

"To me alone; not even to a dog, Black Elephant," said the chief.  But
his answer I turned into:

"_This is all I have to urge, O Black Elephant.  If it is not enough, I
must even die_."

And now I felt safe.  Nor could I help smiling to myself, for the words
I had put into the mouth of Tauane were the words of a brave man,
whereas the chief of the Blue Cattle was the greatest of cowards when
face to face with death.  And, indeed, I deserved gratitude from him,
for in any case he was as good as dead; and it was better to die with
the words of a brave man on one's lips than with the grovelling whine of
a coward.

Yet, just then, the laugh disappeared from my mind, for, looking up, I
beheld drawing near old Masuka.  Bent double, tottering with age, he
crept along, and squatted, just a little apart, behind the _izinduna_.

"Now," I thought, "if the King chooses to converse yet longer with
Tauane through the old Mosutu, then, indeed, I am undone."

But the Great Great One seemed in no mood for further _indaba_.  Signing
me to approach, he whispered a few words, and seldom or never have a few
words sounded more welcome.  Springing up, I passed round my orders to
the warriors, and in a moment Tauane and those that remained of his
people were seized and bound with thongs.

Then the King spoke, and his tones never were softer:

"Yonder is a round wall within another.  Within those walls two men,
fighting-men of the Amazulu, fought throughout the shining of
yesterday's sun--fought against a twofold enemy, the whole might of the
People of the Blue Cattle and against fire!  And one of these two men
was the tongue and mouthpiece of myself.  This day, again, those walls
shall witness a merry strife, but it shall not be against such great and
overpowering odds.  The remaining fighting-men of the People of the Blue
Cattle, who still number a great many more than two, shall, to-day,
strive within those round walls.  But they shall fight there against one
enemy only--one enemy instead of two--wherein I am more merciful than
they.  And that enemy shall be fire!  Go now, ye who remain of the
warriors of Bakoni! go now, and fight where my two warriors fought.
Fare ye well, _Hambani gahle_!"

The wave of the hand with which the King concluded was our signal.  The
warriors hailed the Great Great One's words with roars of acclamation,
and, throwing themselves upon the prisoners--nearly a hundred in
number--began dragging them off to the round stone walls, which stood up
from the plain some little distance off, amid the smoking ruins of the
town of the Bakoni.  Others, fleet-footed, had run on in advance, and by
the time we arrived at the ruins had gathered and piled up a dense ring
of brushwood and dry grass.  The prisoners, bound, and shrieking and
kicking, were flung within the inner wall, where they were heaped up,
one upon another, a tossing, struggling mass.

"_Gahle--gahle_!"  I cried.  "Not so fast!  The chief must crown the
pile.  It is only due to his rank."

The warriors laughed, and went on flinging in the wretched Bakoni.

"Ha, Tauane," I said, speaking in his own tongue, "it is not good to
shake weapons in the face of the King's messenger.  And know this.  Not
to thee alone is the secret of the Queen of the mysteries of the Bakoni
known.  Through the darkness of the earth, to an outward chamber in the
cliff, like unto the place of an eagle's nest, there lies hidden she in
whose veins runs the pure blood of the Amazulu, even the blood which is
fit to mingle with that of kings.  I know the place beside thyself--I
alone."

He stared at me with a strange, wild expression.

"Thou and the King--yes," he muttered.

"Not the King--I only," I jeered.  "Not the King; thy words did not
travel so far."

"Yet he would have given me my life!" he said, in a bewildered way,
looking giddily around.  Then, as it seemed to burst upon him how he had
been tricked, he began to scream aloud the story; but none there
understood a word, and before he could say many words I had seized him
by the neck.  At a sign from me others seized him too, and, swinging him
up, bound as he was, flung him right over the two walls, where he fell
upon the living struggling mass of all that remained of his followers.
Now fire was put in, and the great piles of dry stuff crackled and
flared, and the flames and smoke drove across the bodies of those who
had taken the places of myself and Mgwali, and were now suffering the
death to which they had destined us.  And, as the flames roared upward
to the heavens, in a great circle our warriors formed around as near as
the heat would allow them to draw, and the thunderous stamp of the
war-dance drowned the wild shrieks of the last of the victims due to the
insult and outrage offered to the King's messengers.  And that was the
end of Tauane, the chief of the Bakoni, of the People of the Blue
Cattle.

That night, when the fires were lighted, the King ordered a great dance
of the _Tyay'igama_, or "calling of names," when those named by their
captains for deeds of valour should have an opportunity of recounting
their claims to such distinction before the King and the whole nation.
And, among others, I "named" my brother, Mgwali, who, in his manner of
setting forth his deeds, when dancing alone amid the circle of warriors,
reminded me not a little of my own performance when I was "named" by
Gungana on a like occasion.  However, the King "pointed at" him, and
thereby he obtained permission to _tunga_.  Yet his admiration for the
female captives we had taken from the Bakoni was destined to bring him
some disappointment; for the King exacted that, being young, he should
choose his bride from among the girls of our own nation.  For so jealous
was Umzilikazi on behalf of keeping the old Zulu blood pure and strong,
that, as yet, he would hardly ever allow a young man to take to wife
captives or girls of an inferior race.  And when the _Tyay'igama_ dance
was ended there was a great slaughter of cattle--the blue cattle of the
Bakoni--and the night was spent in feasting and singing.  And in the
morning we moved on further away still from this place of death.  And
behind us, where the abodes of the destroyed race had been--although the
houses had long since burnt out--yet above the smouldering cattle-kraals
the grey smoke still went wreathing up; and, high overhead in the blue
heavens, their pinions dazzling white in the sun, like flakes of driving
snow, floated clouds of vultures.  For in those days the march of our
conquering and destroying nation might ever be followed and marked out
by two things: a cloud of smoke and a cloud of vultures.



CHAPTER TWELVE.

"YOU--AN INDUNA?"

Many days went by before I was able to return and visit Lalusini in her
strange hiding-place, and herein I found that it was not always an
advantage to be great.  For Untuswa the _induna_ was a man of such
consequence that, did any one meet him wandering abroad, heads would be
turned to see whither he was going, whereas Untuswa the _umfane_ and
unringed might go where he would and nobody would be at the trouble to
so much as wonder concerning his business.  Howbeit, I was ever known as
a great hunter, and keen in the pursuit of game; wherefore, on this
ground alone, I found opportunities of wandering afar.

I climbed the mountain of death, and there, indeed, so plenteous had
food been that there were not enough vultures and crows and jackals to
devour it all; for more than half the dead bodies were untouched, and
lay, shrivelled and withered, just where they had been slain.  For it is
our custom, _Nkose_, to rip the bodies of those who fall beneath our
spears, in order that they should dry up and spread no disease; and,
remembering how we "ate up" whole nations in those days, the custom was
a wise one.  Carefully I took my way across the flat summit, stepping in
and out between the skulls and fleshless ribs, and fearful lest I might
be seen from beneath, whether from far or near.  But when I gained the
cleft in the ground, and began to descend into cold darkness, I felt a
strange feeling, for all was silence, and I wondered whether I should
indeed find Lalusini still there.  So I began to sing, and presently I
heard that soft voice answering, as I had heard it at first.

And now, as I stood once more within this strange retreat, looking upon
the beautiful and splendid form and into the shining eyes of her who
dwelt in it, all thoughts of the danger I had incurred had fled as the
morning mists when the sun mounts high.  No longer did I call myself the
king of fools--oh, no!  I was the very _induna_ of wisdom, so my
feelings told me.  I sprang forward to seize her in my arms, but she
repulsed me very decidedly--though laughing.

"Not yet, Untuswa, not yet.  The time has not yet come," she cried.
"But--are you come to fetch me for the King?"

And her eyes full of mockery, were laughing at me.

"The King?  _Hau_!  Not so.  An _indunas_ wife only shalt thou be,
Lalusini--not the wife of a King."

"Ah, ah!  An _induna's_ wife?  But I love not old men, and _indunas_ are
always old."

"Not so, Lalusini.  But yesterday I was only a boy, and unringed."

"Ah, ah! son of Ntelani!  You--an _induna_?  You?"

And again she made the rocks ring with the music of her laughter.

"I?--yes, I," was my answer, given with dignity, for my pride was
ruffled.  "I am only the second _induna_ in command of the King's army.
Nothing very great.  But a small thing.  Laugh on, Lalusini; laugh on!"

But she did not laugh.  Something in my words seemed to turn her
suddenly grave.  "Ah--the chance!  The chance at last!"  I heard her
murmur.  "I, too, am somebody," she said.  Then, turning to me, "Yes,
Untuswa, I am somebody who is great--greater than any man among the
Aba-ka-zulu; greater than Umzilikazi himself.  And it may be that the
day will come when you, too, shall be greater, son of Ntelani--greater
than the King yonder."

"_Hau_!  We are talking in a ring!"  I cried, but her words troubled me.
"How now didst thou come among the people of the Blue Cattle,
Lalusini?--for it seems to me the time has come for me to hear that
tale."

"The time has not come--not yet--but it will.  And now tell me of the
end of the Bakoni, for I think there must be few still alive."

"Few, indeed," I said.  "But Tauane--was he the only one to know of this
place?"

"The only one--he and the slave who brought you hither.  What of them?"
And her tone became quick and anxious.

"The slave, or what is left of him, lies above our heads.  He got no
further than the entrance hither when last I passed out through it.  For
Tauane, he is as the ashes of last season's burnt grass."

And then I told her all about the end of the prisoners, how the chief
would have sold the secret of her hiding-place to save his own life, and
how I had so misinterpreted his words as to prevent him from doing so.
Lalusini's eyes beamed with delight.

"Ha!  You deserve to be an _induna_," she said, "and a great one.  The
big, brave, strong fighting-man is frequently a fool in matters
requiring head.  But you, Untuswa, are no part of a fool.  You have both
the head and the strength.  Lalusini--Baqulusini!" she repeated.
"_Whau_! that was crafty indeed.  But the King, did he have no
suspicion?"

"He showed none," I answered, in just the shadow of a cloud.  "Yet how
will I finally bring you in among ourselves?  The name will bring back
the King's recollections."

"Perhaps I will never go back among yourselves," she answered.  "There
is a people into whose midst I will one day return, and there I shall be
great indeed, and you through me.  Come now, Untuswa--let us return to
that people together."

"_Hau_!"  I cried, with a very dissatisfied shake of the head.  "That
which is distant is ever that which is uncertain."  For this proposition
startled me.  It reminded me too much of past foolishness.  Once before
I had sacrificed my chances as a warrior, had deserted my people, and
had thrown away my life with both hands, all for the sake of a girl, and
had found the position so little to my liking that I had willingly
exchanged it for certain death.  I had not found the death I expected,
but life and great honour; yet that was a marvel, and such marvels do
not occur twice within the experience of any one man.  Now, I desired
Lalusini greatly, but I desired her as a favourite wife of the King's
_induna_--not as the mate of a disgraced runaway.  Wherefore her
proposal found but little favour in my eyes; and, indeed, I thought she
had made it only to try me.

Then we talked of other things, of Tauane and the nation we had
destroyed; but of her powers as a sorceress she would tell me nothing,
or how she had come among that people.  And I sat and listened to her
talk, for I was young in those days, and the sound of her voice was to
my ears as the rippling of water in a sun-dried land.  I know not how it
is among you white people, _Nkose_, but among ourselves, when we are yet
young, we are ever as fools in such matters; when we are older--ah, then
it is different.

While we talked, her eye fell upon my broad spear--the King's Assegai--
and, reaching for it, she examined it knowingly.

"Worthy to be wielded by Tshaka himself," she muttered.  "A splendid
spear!  A royal weapon," examining the haft, which was dark-red then,
although it is now black with age.  "Truly a royal weapon!"

"And a royal weapon it is," I answered, "for I had it from Umzilikazi's
own hand."

"Ha!  And how was that?" she asked eagerly.  But I looked knowing and
laughed.

"Nothing for nothing, Lalusini," I said.  "Tell me thine own tale; then
thou shalt have that of the King's Assegai.  And I promise thee that it
is a stirring one."

But she would not.  Nevertheless, I told her my own tale, or a part of
it.  At the mention of Nangeza she looked up quickly.  "How many wives
have you, Untuswa?" she asked.

"Only three.  But my _inkosikazi_ is more trouble than any thirty
ordinary women, for she wants to be chief over me, too."

Lalusini laughed.

"And that is Nangeza for whom you deserted your nation and incurred
death under its most terrible form?" she said.

I answered that it was.

"And you want me to go and be second to your _inkosikazi_, Untuswa!"

"Not so, for you would ever be my favourite wife."

"Until you found some other Mystery Queen hidden in a mountain cave,"
she said, mocking me.  But I took snuff and answered nothing, for a man
who undertakes to answer everything a woman says is like one who begins
to swim across a flooded river: he knows where he goes in, but cannot
tell where he may get out, or if ever--at least, so it is among
ourselves; I know not if it is the same among white people.

"And the King?" she said.  "How many wives has he?"

"That question is hard to answer.  A great many does he possess, yet he
cares not for any of them, neither does he love women over-much.  A
woman, he says, is like the grains of the _umbona_ [maize], which is
tender and nice when young, but soon grows hard and tooth-breaking, and
needs much pounding to turn it once more into any use at all.  Thus has
the King often spoken when we have been talking together."

How Lalusini laughed, and it was good to hear her laugh, even as to hear
her talk.

"_Yau_!" she cried.  "I do not think I will enter the _isigodhlo_ of
Umzilikazi."

"But what if no choice is allowed you?"

"But there will be.  There is that by which Umzilikazi dare not wed me."

Now I cried out in wonder, yet was my mind relieved.

"There is," she went on.  "And--I am greater than your King, son of
Ntelani."

"Then must you be of the root of Senzangakona himself, for there is but
one who is greater than our King, and that is Dingane, who now sits in
the seat of Tshaka."

[Senzangakona was father of Tshaka, the founder of the Zulu military
dynasty.]

This I said jestingly, and then, seeing that the shadows were getting
long, I rose and, going to the entrance of the place, I dragged in the
carcass of a buck I had slain on my way; for, besides what game I could
bring her, Lalusini had no food but dry corn.  Of water she had
abundance, for a little clear spring trickled down the rock at the
further end of the place, losing itself in a dark cleft; but only at
night could she make a fire, for then alone there was no risk of the
smoke betraying her, and the light--of a small fire, at any rate--was
quite hidden from without.

"_Au_! it must be lonely here at night," I said, looking upward at the
great gloomy rock-roof.  "Do you not hear the ghosts up above, wailing
among the dry bones wherein they dwelt when alive?"

"I fear not such things, Untuswa.  What I fear more is that yonder stone
may not be heavy enough to keep out a lion I have heard upon the
mountain the last two nights.  He was snapping and growling among the
bones, and I feared he might try to force his way in here."

I examined the hole, which was only large enough to admit the body of a
man creeping on his hands and knees.  This hole Lalusini used to stop at
night by rolling a stone against its mouth, yet the stone did not fill
up the entire hole, but only enough to render it too small for the
passage of any large body.

"It is safe," I said, testing the weight.  "Nothing large enough to be
harmful could force an entrance, yet I must try and slay that lion.  And
now, Lalusini, I must return, for it will be dark by the time I arrive,
and our people like not those who wander overmuch in the night-time."

We took an affectionate leave of each other, yet Lalusini would not at
that time tell me anything of her own tale, and I made my way back to
the top of the mountain.  And all the way homeward my mind was full of
her whom I had left, and I pondered much and oft about the greatness she
had hinted at, and how such was in store for myself, too, as though she
were the chieftainess of some mighty nation--and mighty indeed must it
have been were it greater than our own, as she had said it was.  But
most of all I pondered as to how I should ever be able to bring her in
among ourselves so that the King's suspicions should not take the right
road.

Thus thinking, and alternately singing to myself, I got over the ground
at a swift pace, yet by the time I entered the hut of my chief wife it
was quite dark.  Nangeza was seated within alone.  As I entered she
looked up with a frown upon her face; and, indeed, a frown was more
often to be found there than a smile in those days.

"Welcome, great hunter," she said mockingly.  "And, where is the game?"

"I have none," I answered shortly, for I was in no humour to be worried
by this woman's evil temper.

"None?" she echoed.  "Yet there are blood spots about thee, Untuswa."

There were.  In dragging the buck down through the hole into Lalusini's
hiding-place I had become smeared with blood, and this I had forgotten
to wash away.

"I slew but two small bucks," I said.  "One I ate in the middle of the
day.  The other I gave to old Masuka."

"Didst thou take it to him in the _isigodhlo_, Untuswa?  For there has
the old Mosutu been since the sun was at its highest, and is there
still.  Yet I saw thee from far off over the plain, and certainly thou
hast not been to the _isigodhlo_, which is far beyond this house," she
answered; and her tones were jeering, and her eyes shone with evil fire,
as those of a snake.

"Enough!"  I cried.  "Enough of this!"  And, bending down to the side of
the hut, I took up a stick, and advanced towards her; for I was furious.
"I have never beaten thee, Nangeza, but hadst thou belonged to any
other man, I think by this time not a whole bone would remain within
thee.  Now, of thine evil temper have I had more than enough; also of
thy tongue."

She retreated back as far as she could to the side of the hut--her eyes
flashing, her lips drawn back from her gums, like those of a wild beast.
But it was time to put a stop to this, or soon the second fighting
commander of the King's army would be under the command of a woman.

"Beware, Untuswa!" she snarled.  "Beware!  I made thee!  Yea, I!  And I
will unmake thee!"

"_Whau_! if any one made me, it was not thou, but the King, and old
Masuka, perhaps."  And then, as I saw her looking around for a weapon,
I--well, I gave her no opportunity of either finding one or losing one;
and, I think, _Nkose_, my _inkosikazi_ went to sleep that night feeling
as though she had been rolled down the rocky side of a very high
mountain; while I went to the huts of my two other wives, and we spent a
great part of that night in singing, and jests, and laughter.  But the
fault lay with Nangeza's evil and inquisitive temper; and, more still,
with her attempts to rule me, as though I were the woman and she the
_induna_ of the King.  Wherefore, from the intolerable weariness which
she had put upon me, I sought the company of my other wives, that they
might cheer and amuse me, which, indeed, they were very glad to do.

Now, on the morrow, Nangeza went and complained to the King as to the
punishment I had given her; but she might have spared herself the
trouble, for Umzilikazi only mocked her, telling her that she was
fortunate indeed in having to deal with me, and that warriors were not
to be ruled by women, but the other way round.  Then he bade them drive
her from his presence.  And afterwards he would often laugh with me
about this matter; but from that day Nangeza hated me with a surpassing
hatred, and set herself to work to bring about my ruin and downfall by
some method or other, even though it should cost her her life.



CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

"THE PLACE OF THE ALLIGATORS."

During this while, since we had "eaten up" the Bakoni, we had been
living in hastily run up huts.  Many, indeed, had not even these, but
lived and slept in the open.  But now the King gave orders that we
should remove a day's march further, and there build a large kraal.

The site of this was a pleasant open plain, well grassed, and sprinkled
with mimosa and other bush, and watered by a good-sized river.

The slaves and women were set to work; also the young regiments; the
great circles were marked out, and in a few days there stood a noble
kraal, built on the Zulu plan; the great open space ringed in by a
double thorn-fence as high as a man's head, between which stood the rows
of round-topped huts, and the _isigodhlo_, or royal enclosure, at the
upper end, partitioned off by a fence of fine woven grass.  This kraal
was of greater size than Ekupumuleni, and the surroundings far
pleasanter, for there was abundance of grass, well watered by streams
which never ran dry; and the rolling plains and dark forest belts were
swarming with game.  The river, too, was plentiful with sea-cows and
alligators, which last the King would not allow any man to kill; so that
they soon increased in numbers and boldness to an alarming extent;
indeed, from this it was that our new kraal took its name, for it was
called Kwa'zingwenya, "the Place of Alligators."  And when it was
completed there was great dancing and singing, and the slaughter of
cattle and general feasting, for here we intended to make our home, at
any rate for a long time to come.

Now there was another reason why the place should have been named as it
was.  It happened one day that the King was strolling along the river
bank, I being in attendance on him, when we came upon the high brow of a
cliff falling sheer down into a deep, still pool.  As we looked over we
beheld several small dark objects floating upon the surface of the
water.  They were the heads and noses of alligators.

"Ha!" cried the King.  "I have an idea, Untuswa, and I think it is not a
bad one."  Then, turning round, he called to a boy who was herding
calves not far off.  The lad drew near, and, seeing who had called him,
his knees began to tremble and his eyes to start from his head in his
terror and awe of the Great Great One.  He prostrated himself to the
ground, and his tongue nearly clove to his mouth as he stuttered the
_Bayete_.

"Rise up, child," said the King, "and go quickly and bring hither yonder
calves.  Delay not--yet stay; call those within sight to help thee."

The lad sped away, and soon, in obedience to his calls, about a dozen
other boys came up, and, making a half-circle, drove the entire herd, to
the number of about twenty well-grown calves, up to where we were
standing, the King and I, leaning upon our sticks.

"Make them leap," said Umzilikazi.  "Make them leap."

But this was not so easy, for the calves were big, and, their instincts
of danger warning them, they all bunched together, nor would they suffer
themselves to be driven to the edge of the cliff, notwithstanding the
yells and sticks of the boys who strove to drive them; and, indeed, I
myself had to seize two of them and drag them to the brink, and even
then I only pushed them over at the greatest risk of falling after them
myself.  Then the whole herd followed with a mighty splash, which echoed
like thunder from the face of the rock.

The splash subsided, the surface was dotted with the heads of the
animals swimming for the other side; and then the pool was in a boil,
and the calves, swimming quietly before, heaved themselves up in the
water with frantic bellowing as the alligators rose to seize them.  They
were dragged under wildly, to reappear again but for a moment, and soon
the surface was dyed red, and the tranquil water lashed into foam; and
the wild bellowings of anguish mingled with the snap, snap of bony jaws,
followed by a hideous crunch; and as the long, grim, ugly bodies turned
with their struggling prey, we could see that these alligators were of
enormous size.  It was over at last, save here and there a livid head,
or a mangled quarter, or other fragment floating on the surface; but the
shakings of the water, and the long strings of red bubbles which came
streaming up, showed that the hideous brutes beneath were tearing and
devouring their welcome, though unexpected, prey.

"_Hau_!" cried the King.  "That was a good thought of mine.  Now we have
a new way of disposing of evil-doers, Untuswa.  Not long have the
alligators taken to dispose of twenty large and well-grown calves; not
long would they take to dispose of a man, or of twenty men.  In truth,
it was a great idea!"

To this I agreed, of course.  But, looking into that horrid pool and its
bloody surface, where even now two or three of the alligators were
reappearing, turning their eyes upward as though looking for more, I
thought of the secreted captive and the hiding-place away on the
mountain, and wondered if my death would come to me down in that
horrible hole; and the thought, _Nkose_, was not a nice one.

"Go now, children," said the King, waving away the staring and terrified
boys; and go they did, for I believe they thought they were to be thrown
in after the calves.  "The idea is great; yes--great!" continued
Umzilikazi, in high good humour, as we walked back.  "They shall be kept
there, those alligators, and from time to time I doubt not but we shall
find them some food."

During this time, _Nkose_, I have neglected to speak of my father,
Ntelani.  Him the King had still suffered to live--I think, because he
desired to spare two such brave fighters as Mgwali and myself the
disgrace of being henceforth the sons of nobody; for had our father died
the death of a convicted traitor we could never more have been known as
his sons.  But, though his life was spared, Ntelani was adjudged to
spend it in a state of banishment.  He was allowed to erect a small
kraal, and here with such of his wives as chose to cleave unto him, and
just enough cattle to keep him and them alive--but only just--he dwelt,
soon sinking into a state of premature old age and foolishness.  Indeed,
he passed out of the life of the nation, and his voice from its
councils.

Once settled in our new country, the King lost no time in establishing
cattle outposts and military kraals, of which latter I was appointed
administrator, being held responsible for their order and efficiency.
We fighting _indunas_, too, were required to form new regiments, levying
upon the youth of the nation at a far earlier age than had hitherto been
customary among us; but our losses during our wars were beginning to
form a serious gap, and the King preferred, where possible, to recruit
our fighting strength among our own blood, rather than among that of our
miserable, poor-spirited slaves.  But these youths made up in martial
ardour what they lacked in years, for they were continually worrying the
Great Great One, through us _izinduna_, to allow them to go forth--it
mattered not where--and wet their spears.  But Umzilikazi would dismiss
them, laughing, and bidding them be patient; yet at their importunity he
was not ill-pleased.  However, they little knew there should shortly
befall that which would give all their fiery mettle as much outlet as it
could take care of.

Just then I was very busy, travelling from kraal to kraal, inspecting,
and, at times, reviewing, the regiments, numbering the cattle and
possessions of the King and the nation--for here, in this land, we
intended to dwell, and already the women--who preferred peace and plenty
to wandering and war--were making the land re-echo with their songs of
gladness, as they laid out new gardens for their corn and melons, and
daily saw the cattle milked at the same place.  And the chiefs and heads
of other tribes--learning of the fate which had overwhelmed Tauana and
the Bakoni--hastened to come in and _konza_ to Umzilikazi, realising
that the tread of the Black Elephant of the Amandebeli stamped far, and
that from it there was no escape.

It happened that I was returning from one of my rounds to make my report
to the Great Great One.  The morning was yet young; indeed, the sun had
only just risen, and the forest path along which we travelled--I and
Mgwali, who accompanied me--was bright with a golden network of sunshine
through the leaves, and joyous with the song and whistle of birds and
the chatter of monkeys.  We were drawing near a pile of rocks, overhung
with forest trees and trailers.  Suddenly, my brother, who was walking
behind me, touched my elbow.

"Do you hear nothing, son of my father?" he whispered.

I listened long and hard.  I was about to reply, "Nothing," when I heard
the sound as of a voice--the voice of a man murmuring--even as the voice
of one of our _izanusi_ engaged in making _muti_.  Now, there were caves
in those rocks, _Nkose_, caves which were not unassociated among
ourselves with _tagati_; wherefore, with the instinct of a warrior in
the presence of evil, I gripped my broad assegai, and stole silently
forward, eager to see through this mystery--if mystery there was--Mgwali
pressing close behind me.  The murmuring of the voice sounded plainer
now; then we heard a low musical tinkling, as of the ringing of a bell.

_Whau_!  Here was a strange thing.  What could such sounds mean, here
among the rocks and caves?  The voice, too, was murmuring in a strange
language; soft, though not so soft as ours, yet immeasurably softer than
the croaking tongues of those inferior peoples which we had destroyed or
enslaved.  Stealthily we drew nearer, and, peering out through the
trees, this is what we saw.

A great slab of rock out-hung from the cliff, forming a shallow cave.
In the mouth of this a man was standing, his back towards us.  He was
clothed in a great cloak, red in colour, and bearing a broad crossed bar
down its entire length, while showing below it was a long white garment
which seemed to cover him from neck to foot.  His movements called to
our mind those of our own _izanusi_ when sacrificing cattle to the
ghosts of our fathers on solemn occasions; yet not.  But this could be
no _isanusi_, for he was a white man!  Still he must be an _isanusi_ of
some sort, for he was undoubtedly engaged in offering sacrifice.  In
front of him and further in the cave was a great block of stone or a
ledge in the rock formation--we could not determine which--and upon it
were two little pillars tipped with flame.  Moreover, upon this the
man's words and actions seemed centred, for upon it was something else,
which from there we could not see.  But here, if possible, was a more
surprising thing.  Behind him, bending low, knelt another man--a dark
man, one of ourselves, and of the same race, for he wore the ring upon
his head, and his other adornments were as ours.  He, too, seemed in
some way to be assisting the other, for his movements were much the
same, and a few words would now and again drop from him as though in
reply to the one who was sacrificing.  _Hau_! it was wonderful!  In
rigid wonder we stared, not knowing what was to come next.

But a dead silence had fallen upon these two now, and the murmuring had
ceased.  Then the tinkling of the bell rang out once more, and the
_isanusi_ in the red cloak, having bent low, straightened himself up,
raising both hands high overhead, and in his hands there flashed forth a
Something--a Something upon which a ray of the newly-risen sun now
glinted with dazzling whiteness.  And the man behind--the black man--
bent prone as one dead--even as a man might lie who awaits the sentence
of the Great Great One himself.

_Whau, Nkose_!  I know not how it was, but something seemed to cloud the
brain of Mgwali and myself, binding us to the spot, staring at this
strange and marvellous mystery, so unlike aught we had ever beheld
before.  We watched, confused by what followed, but of it we have but
small recollection, save of one thing.  The white _isanusi_ turned full
towards us, more than once, still murmuring, and, while we shrank in
dread lest he should be putting upon us the spell of his _muti_, we took
note of his face and that keenly.  It was the face of a white man, very
dark and burned as though by many suns; but it was a strong face, that
of a man to whom, we could see at a glance, fear was unknown.  The eyes
were black and piercing as those of an eagle, and a long, thick beard
fell low upon the breast, its dark masses plentifully streaked with
grey.

We stood watching this marvellous performance, we two fearless and armed
warriors, and yet there was that in it which laid upon us a kind of awe.
At length it came to an end.  Then we saw the white man extinguish the
fire upon his stone of sacrifice and wrap up carefully in coverings such
things as had been upon it.  But our astonishment was greatest when we
watched him take off his outer cloak of red and then the long white
garment which was girded around him.  We saw him then in a large loose
robe of black, and this he did not take off.  [Note 1.]  The other
dresses, however, he carefully rolled up in coverings, and while he was
doing this the man who was with him--the _kehla_--lighted a fire, and
set upon it a joint of game to roast, evidently the quarter of one of
the smaller kinds of buck.

Few, indeed, _Nkose_, were the white men, except Amabuna, we had seen in
those days, and that this was not one of those we felt certain.  Mgwali
was the first to recover from his astonishment.

"_Whau_!" he grunted.  "I know not how yon _isanusi_--white though he
be--dare come here and make _muti_ without leave from the Great Great
ONE.  It may be _tagati_."

"No hurt lurks beneath such _muti_, son of my father: of that I feel
sure," I answered.  "But I think it is time to have speech with these."

"_Yeh-bo_," assented Mgwali, grinning.  "And I think that quarter of
meat roasting yonder seems too large for only two men.  _Au_! but the
smell of it is good."

We went forward, and as we discovered ourselves but small was the
surprise shown by these two strangers.  The head-ringed man, who was
attending to the fire and the roast, returned our salutation in the
usual form, not heeding us much.  But the other, speaking with our
tongue, though haltingly, said:

"Welcome, my sons!  Draw near, and seat yourselves; for our morning meal
is nearly ready, and there is enough for all."

Mgwali's eyes glistened, and his mouth broadened into a grin; for he was
younger than I, and hungry; and, in truth, the meat smelt good.  He
uttered a word or two of emphatic assent, and made a movement to comply.
But I, remembering my dignity as an _induna_ of the King, still stood.
Then I said:

"First tell me, O white stranger, by whose leave you have entered this
country, and made _muti_ in the land of the Great Great One by whose
light we live?"

"By whose leave?" he echoed; his face brightening up.  "Ha!  By the
leave--nay, by the order--of the Great Great One in whose light we
live."  Then, seeing that I frowned, and looked suspicious, he
explained.  "I will not pretend to misunderstand you; but I came into
the country of your King by favour of even a greater than he."

"_Hau_!  You are joking, my father!"  I answered, with a sneer, though
my first thought was that he was speaking of Dingane.  "Yet such words
uttered here are dangerous, and would mean death to him who uttered
them.  Where, now, is he who is greater than Umzilikazi, the Mighty
Elephant?  Our young regiments are consumed with a longing to wet their
spears; and there, I think, is the chance.  Where is he who is greater
than our king?"

"_Pezulu_!"  [up above] replied the stranger, simply, pointing upward to
the heavens.

Then I partly understood.  I had heard strange tales of certain men
among the whites who taught that a great, though invisible, King sat
above the blue of the sky, and caused the sun to shine and the rain to
fall; whose might was such that beside it the might of Tshaka himself
was less than the might of a child.  This, then, must be one of them.
Yet--the strange ceremonies we had witnessed?

"Wherefore, then, wert thou making _muti_ yonder, beneath the rock, O
father of the red _muti_ cloak?  To what end was this?"  I asked.

"To the end that all good might fall upon your King, and his people, and
his land.  With that object and intention were we making _muti_, as ye
call it, children of this nation," he answered, looking us fearlessly in
the eyes.

And there was that about his glance which satisfied me that we might
safely eat meat with him; nor did the ceremony which he and the other
went through before partaking of it, and which was very like what we had
seen during their strange act of sacrifice, avail to destroy this
assurance.  And, indeed, when, having finished, we rose up, to proceed
at once to the presence of the Great Great One, we left nothing behind
us but bones; for Mgwali had a fine appetite--nor came I far behind him
in that way--and a quarter of buck is not quite too much among four men.

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Note 1.  From Untuswa's description, it seems certain that he and his
brother were witnessing an open-air celebration of Mass; and the strange
white man would appear to have been a travelling missionary-priest of
French nationality--probably a Jesuit.



CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

THE WHITE ISANUSI.

We were not far from Kwa'zingwenya, _Nkose_, when this meeting took
place, and as we came in among the people on the outskirts of the great
kraal the excitement was intense.  All gazed curiously to see whom we
had brought with us, and we could hear the cries of wonder which broke
forth from the people as they beheld a white man.  Yet, though they
gazed in astonishment, they did not draw near and crowd around us to
gaze, for such is not our custom as regards strangers.

Now, this white man and he who attended him, bearing their burdens,
walked on contentedly by our sides, and as we entered the gates of
Kwa'zingwenya I sent a message to the King, reporting the strange
discovery we had made.  Then, having taken the strangers to my own hut,
where my wives speedily set _tywala_ before them, I went at once to
learn the Great Great One's pleasure concerning them.

"And the man is not of the Amabuna, son of Ntelani," he said, when I had
told my tale.

"Not so, Black Elephant.  He says he is of a race which comes from far
over the sea."

"Ha!  And the man with him, he is of ourselves?"

"He is, Father, and yet not.  He is of the Aba-gaza."

"_Hau_!  Of the Abagaza?  I would fain hear something of that people.
See now, Untuswa, when these strangers are rested, I will talk with them
here."

I saluted and withdrew.  When I regained my hut the white _isanusi_ was
reading from a book softly to himself.  _Whau_!  I have seen many books
since, but at that time never, and it looked wonderful.  At last he
ceased, and, making one of those strange turns of his hand such as we
had before noticed, he closed the book and looked up.  Then I spoke the
King's message, and he rose to his feet, declaring he was ready.

Umzilikazi was seated outside the _isigodhlo_ as we drew near.  The
white man halted in front of the King, and, inclining his head slightly,
raised his hand aloft and said, "_Bayete_!"  The Gaza, however, bent low
to the ground, murmuring words of _bonga_ even as one of ourselves.  Him
the King began to question first:

"Who art thou, who art of us and yet not of us?  How art thou named?"

"Ngubazana, son of Tumela, of the people of Gaza, Great Great One,"
replied the man.

"And wherefore hast thou left thine own country--thou a _kehla_?  Art
thou an _induna_?"

"No _induna_ am I, Black Elephant of the Amendebeli.  I have left my
country to follow my father here."

"And the feet of those who pursue thee?  When a man forsakes his
country, is it not that he may travel faster than the feet of those who
run behind him?" said Umzilikazi, with meaning.

"None such are behind me, Serpent of Wisdom," replied the man.  "In due
time I return to my own country again, and to my wives.  No evil have I
done there that I should not return."

"Ha!  Thy wives?" said the King.  Then, turning to the white man--

"And thou, stranger?  They say of thee that thou art an _isanusi_--
though white--that thou wert making _muti_ of a wonderful and
unheard-of-kind?"

"That is true, O King."

"And wherefore was this _muti_?"

"Let the King listen," answered the white man.  "When the _izanusi_ of
the peoples of the Zulu offer sacrifice of cattle to the spirits of
departed chiefs and kings, they do so to gain something.  Is not this
true, Great Great One?"

"It is no lie," answered Umzilikazi.

"When I offer sacrifice, it is of a different kind, for it is offered to
the Mighty Ruler of the world who dwells above the heavens.  The
sacrifice which the _induna_ Untuswa beheld me offering amid the rocks
in the forest was also to gain something--very especially to gain
something."

"And what was that?"

"The peace and welfare and happiness of the people who dwell in this
land, and of the King who reigns over them."

"_Hau_!" burst from all who heard these strange words.  And for a space
all sat gazing at this white man in silence, as he stood there in his
black robe, which was torn and patched and soiled as with hard travel.
His face was as the face of a good man, and in height he was not quite
so tall as our warriors.  Now he stood there looking round upon us all
with the eyes of a friend.

"Thy words are good, white stranger," said the King.  "But there is one
thing that sounds strange to our ears, and that is that thou shouldst
seek to gain us peace.  For we are a nation of warriors, and what have
such to do with peace?  Would they not speedily be eaten up, even as
these miserable peoples whom we have swept from our path?  No; peace is
not a thing to desire for such as we."

We who heard greeted the King's words with a shout of assent--I,
especially, gripping my hand, as though I held the great Assegai, the
royal gift.

"Yet peace is good," said the white _isanusi_, speaking pleasantly.
"Under its shadow nations prosper and grow great."

"_Atyi_! were ever such words heard!" we cried, shaking our heads.
"Grow great beneath the shadow of peace!  _Ca-bo_--_Ca-bo_!"  And we
laughed scornfully.

"I think thy words please not the ears of my children, white stranger,"
said the King, with a grim smile.  "It is war by which nations grow
great--not peace--war, wherein they destroy all their enemies.  The
nation which does this is the greatest nation; and such is ours."

"_All_ their enemies?" repeated the white man softly, with head slightly
on one side and his eyes fixed upon those of the Great Great One.

"_All_ their enemies did the King say?"

"All--all whom they can reach."

"Ah!  But what of those who would reach _them_?  With every nation,
however great, there is at least one other which it has cause to fear--
at least one other which is stronger than itself, or which any day may
become so."

Now the cry of anger, of disgust, which arose to our lips was checked,
for beyond a lightening up of the eyes the King's face showed no sign
that he had grasped the full meaning of this speech.  For we knew--we
_izinduna_--that in his heart of hearts Umzilikazi was uneasy on the
subject of the Amabuna and Dingane, but especially Dingane.  He knew
that, sooner or later, the arm of Dingane would be long enough to reach
him; and it was for this reason that such immense pains were taken to
keep up the strength and efficiency of our army.  Even then, nearly half
of it was composed of slaves reared among base peoples.  How should
these withstand, in the day of trial, the pure blood and disciplined
numbers of the _impis_ of Dingane?  We had overthrown Tshaka's _impi_
among the mountain passes, but that was a running fight, and but for the
cloud which descended upon the crests of Kwahlamba and rested there for
days the end might well have been different, and to-day there might have
been no new nation ruled over by the son of Matyobane.  It was a
dangerous speech to utter into the ears of the Great Great One, for a
King likes not to be reminded that there may be a mightier king than
himself.  It was a speech which, coming from the lips of many a man,
might well have amounted to a prayer for death.

"Nations are like lions," replied Umzilikazi; "the stronger drives out
the weaker, that it may keep its hunting-grounds for itself alone.  The
weaker, in turn, drives out the weaker still; and so things go on, and
ever will go on."

"Not so, Black Elephant.  The time will come--has come in some parts of
the earth--when the strong no longer drive out the weak, but both shall
sit down side by side in peace.  There is One who gave His life that
this should come to pass, and that all should be turned into the way of
the truth.  And He who thus suffered death to save a world was the Son
of a King--a King beside whom the might of the mightiest King the earth
ever saw is less than the weakness of a child beside the strength of an
elephant.  For He was the Son of God."

"What was He like?  How did He die, the son of this mighty King?" said
Umzilikazi.

"Thus, ruler of a nation which loves war.  Thus."

And the white _isanusi_ drew from his robe something we had beheld
sticking in it, and had deemed some portion of his _muti_, and held it
out towards the King.  And we, too, all saw it.  It was a black cross,
and upon it, fashioned in some shining metal, was stretched the Figure
of a Man.

A gasp of astonishment went up from every throat; for we Zulus, _Nkose_,
are always anxious to hear something new.  _Au_!  This was something
new, if ever anything was.

"Seat thyself, father of the red _muti_ cloak," said Umzilikazi, after
we had gazed awhile upon this strange object.  "Seat thyself, and tell
us the tale of this marvel.  I would fain hear of the doings of a King
whose house was mightier than that of Senzangakona."

So the white stranger seated himself there beside the King and told his
tale; and a wonderful tale it was, and long did it take in telling.
_Whau, Nkose_!  It was new then, though I have more than once heard it
since from the lips of white preachers, but never did they tell it as
this man told it whom we found, my brother and I, making strange _muti_
and offering sacrifice in the forest.

But there was one side of that story which pleased not any of us, which
pleased not the King, and this was the teaching that all men should live
at peace.  We looked at one another, we war-captains, and shook our
heads as we tried to imagine ourselves even more helpless than the
cowardly Bakoni, whose ways were the ways of peace.  We looked at the
Great Great One too, though guardedly, at those parts of a story which
set forth that there could be a mightier King than himself.  _Au_!  The
tale was good, as a tale; but these were not teachings we liked to
listen to, we chief men among a warrior race whose greatness lay in war.

"It is a great tale!" said Umzilikazi, when we had listened for a long
time; "a wonderful tale.  And now, my father, I would fain behold this
making of _muti_ such as my _induna_ Untuswa witnessed unawares.  I
would fain see thee offer sacrifice.  Shall we go forth into the forest,
or can it be offered here?"

"It can be offered anywhere, Elephant of the Amandebeli, by one who is
qualified to offer it," answered the white _isanusi_.  "But it is a very
high and holy act, and cannot be offered twice upon the same day except
under certain conditions, but not at all if food has been partaken of on
that day."

This answer satisfied the King.  But there were some among us who
murmured that the will of the Great Great One should thus be crossed,
saying it brought back the day when old Masuka first came into our
midst, who, being desired to make _muti_, refused, on the ground that
the moment was not propitious.

Now, whether Umzilikazi was thus reminded, or whether his ears caught
some of our murmurings, I know not.  But he gave orders that the Mosutu
should be called.

"Here is another _isanusi_, Masuka," he said, when the old man appeared,
murmuring words of _bonga_.  "He is white, but I am not sure he is not a
greater than thou."

"I am not the greatest of my kind the world ever saw, Lord.  Perchance
there may be greater," answered Masuka, darting a quick glance at the
stranger with his bright and piercing eyes.  "But can he make fire out
of nothing, Great Great One?  Can he make the thunder roar forth balls
of flame into a buck smoke out of nothing?  Can he make the countenances
of the enemies of the King show clear in a bowl?  Can he do these
things, O Elephant?"

But the white man showed no dismay, no anxiety.  There was nothing about
him of the _isanusi_ who fears a more powerful rival still.  He looked
straight in the old Mosutu's face, and in his own was nothing but
friendliness.

"Not in such spells do I deal, old man of a stranger race," he answered.
"The Great Great One whom I serve loves not such.  Yet thou--the _muti_
thou usest is not generally for ill, and thy divinations are in favour
of right and justice and for the well-being and safety of thy King and
adopted nation.  While this is so may it go well with thee."

"Ha!" we cried, amazed that this stranger should thus describe Masuka's
_muti_ with such wonderful exactness.  And the King was greatly pleased
at that saying, and the white man made a friend of the old Mosutu, who
saw at once--as what did he not see?--that here was no rival claiming to
be greater than himself and to steal away the favour of the King from
him.  In truth, also, _Nkose_, the words of the stranger were well said,
for since Masuka had been made the father of the King's magic, few
indeed of our people had been smelt out, and then only when they had
been guilty of evil-doing, as in the case of the conspirators of
Ncwelo's pool, whereas, formerly, our own _izanusi_ were ever clamouring
for "witch-findings," ever hungry as vultures for the flesh of men;
wherefore, our nation loved the old Mosutu, and we who heard were glad
because there was not to be another set up in his place.

"I see that the heart of the King is good towards me, and I rejoice,"
said the white man before he withdrew.  "For I would fain sow the seed
of the Word of Life among this people before I travel South.  Then there
are those who shall return, and water and tend it, before a long time
has gone by."

We saw a look steal over Umzilikazi's face at these words, and it was a
look we knew.

"So it is thy purpose to travel to the South, my father?" said the King,
speaking softly and low.

"Such is my purpose, Black Elephant," was the answer.

"Ha! the journey to the southward is long, and not over-safe," went on
the King.  "There are bad peoples and tribes who will do thee hurt, my
father."

"That I must brave, Great Great One; for the soldiers of Him whom I
serve often meet with hurt, and even death, in His service."

"Something was said but now about sowing the seed of the Word of Life
among this people, my father," went on the King, still speaking softly,
and with a strange look upon his face, as he gazed fixedly at the other.
"Now, why should it not be sown among this people as well as among the
peoples of the South?"

The face of the white _isanusi_ lighted up for joy at these words.  He
replied:

"Great is the Mighty One who dwells above; who has put such into the
mind of the King!  Here, then, will I dwell for a while, and the people
of the Amandebeli shall drink by degrees of the Fountain of Life."

But while he thus praised, we, who listened, laughed secretly within
ourselves, for we knew what thoughts were within the real mind of the
King.  And these were, that the day when the white _isanusi_ was to
start upon his travels for the dwellings of the peoples to the South
should arrive never--no, never!



CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

"LOST!"

Now, as time went by, this white _isanusi_ still continued to dwell in
our midst in great contentment, for the King ordered that his treatment
should be of the best; and, indeed, it was so.  From time to time he and
the Gaza would offer sacrifice together, as we had first beheld it.
Howbeit, he did not importune us with this new teaching, but busied
himself in going in and out among the people, talking to them, and
acting as a friend to all--even among the very lowest of the Amaholi and
enslaved captives.  To these he taught that there would come a time when
they should be free--but the way to such freedom lay through the gates
of death; and this caused the slaves to shake their heads and jeer.
Their lives were hard, and they wanted to be free; but if the land of
freedom was only to be reached through the gates of death, why, then
they preferred to remain in the land of the Amandebeli.  Yet among all
was this white _isanusi_ loved, because his words were ever soft and
kind; and soon the name by which he became known among the people was
that of "Father."  There was one thing, too, which he never failed to
bring into his teaching--and this was that, although the King was
equally subject to the Great Great One who dwelt above the skies, yet
the people were none the less bound to obey the "word" of the King and
the orders of his _indunas_ and captains.  And, this being so, he
retained the favour of Umzilikazi, who had set spies to watch him
secretly, and report what his teachings really were.

It happened that a few days after his arrival among us the white
stranger was with the King, for often would the Great Great One invite
him to an _indaba_, that he might listen to wonderful tales of far
countries beyond the sea.  Yet when the _isanusi_ would tell once more
that marvellous tale which he had first told, and begin to set forth its
teachings, Umzilikazi would laugh softly to himself, and bring round the
talk to other matters.  It happened, _Nkose_, that on the day I named,
an idea seemed to strike the King.

"See, now, father of the strange _muti_," he said.  "Do all the white
people believe that great tale?"

We who were watching the stranger's face saw a troubled look come over
it, as he answered that nearly all did.

"Do the Amabuna believe it?" went on the King.

"They believe it, Great Great One--but not the whole of it."

"Ha!  Not the whole of it!  They are a lying and treacherous race,
deadly as a swarm of locusts!  Say, my father, if they believed the
whole of it, they would lie, and steal land, and make slaves no more?"

"That is so, Black Elephant."

The King smiled grimly to himself as he took snuff.  We, too, smiled.
Here were teachings which would never do for us--for although we of the
Zulu race did not lie, yet we took land and slaves, even as the Amabuna
did, and made war.  Now these were customs we could not by any
possibility give up.  Then the Great Great One leaned over, and
whispered a word to me.

Now the little white child we had taken from among the Amabuna was fast
becoming one of ourselves.  Yet not; for those with whom she played she
would somehow cause to _konza_ to her, even in their games, as though
she were born to rule.  If they played at building kraals, she it was
whose hut was always the largest.  If the boys were playing soldiers, it
was always before her they came, singing the mimic war-song, and forcing
the defeated side to _konza_.  She reigned among them as a little queen.
Even my two younger wives, who had the care of her, she seemed to rule.
They would not, however, allow her to run wild with our children, but,
as her clothing wore out, they made her garments of the softest of
dressed fawn-skins, ornamented largely with the most valued of beads.
And now, as in obedience to the word of the King, I led the little one
forth into his presence, and the stranger looked for the first time upon
the fair skin and flower-like little face--the heaven-blue eyes, and
hair like a stream of sunlight falling down the beaded robe of the
child--he made as though he would have leaped from his seat.

"See now, my father," said the King, as the little one put up her hand
and cried the _Bayete_, "here is one of thine own colour, though but a
tiny child.  See now if thy story of the God of Peace is known in any
way to her."

Now the white _isanusi_ hardly waited for the word of the King, and the
change which came upon him was strange indeed.  He sprang to his feet,
and advanced to the little one, who stared at him with her great blue
eyes, yet did not shrink from him as in fear of a stranger.  Then he put
his hand over her head, and, looking upward and then down at her, his
lips moved.

"_Au_! he is placing a spell upon her," growled one who sat near me.

"It is not a spell that will harm," murmured another in reply.  But no
more was said, for now the stranger was talking quick and fast in his
own language, and the little one might have been his own child, long,
long lost; for tears stood in his eyes as he talked, and soon rolled
down upon his great beard.  _Haul_ It was a strange sight.  He wept,
this white man who knew not fear: yes, here, in the presence of the
King, and of we _izinduna_ and war-captains, he wept, and that at the
sight of a little blue-eyed child!

But here was another strange thing.  The little one's face wore a blank
look.  Clearly she did not understand a word of what he was saying.
Truly a strange thing!  These two white people--the old man and the tiny
girl--meeting thus by chance in the midst of our nation, understood not
each other's tongue!

"Speak to her with the tongue of the Amabuna, my father," said the King.

But of this language the white _isanusi_ had but scant knowledge, and in
the end the only tongue with which these two whites could converse was
that of the Amazulu.  No, _Nkose_, not as yours was the tongue in which
that _isanusi_ spake.  It was quicker--far quicker--and accompanied with
more movements, like that of ourselves.

"There, my father," said Umzilikazi.  "The little one is of thine own
colour.  Now begin with her, and teach her about this strange God, which
seems to me to be teaching more fitted for her than for us black ones."

The white man's face lighted up with joy at this permission, and he
poured forth many words of praise for the goodness of the King.  And we,
too, we echoed the words of _bonga_ with a loud voice.  And the little
one, she too seemed glad because of those words; and not long after, in
the presence of the King, and all who were then at Kwa'zingwenya, the
white _isanusi_ performed strange ceremonies over her, of which the
principal seemed the sprinkling of water, and declared she was now
especially a child of that great God of whom he had spoken.  This
Umzilikazi was very willing to sanction, for was not the child white--
and a girl?  But when it came to teaching warriors a belief that peace
was better than war--_Au_! that was a very different matter.

Now I had been kept so busy all this while, attending to the affairs of
the King and the nation, that no time had I to visit the mountain of
death and her who dwelt in the secret chamber thereof.  Yet my mind was
ever in flight thither as I beheld its flat top standing out through the
haze afar off.  Wherefore I resolved, for good or for ill, to journey
thither, as though to hunt.

Once well beyond the last outpost of our people I began to run,
travelling with a speed worthy the days when I was the King's chief
runner.  At length I stood beneath the mountain and began to ascend its
<DW72>s, and I sang softly to myself a song of gladness and of love as I
thought how soon I should be drinking in the strange sweet sorcery of
Lalusini's words and looks.

I had nearly gained the summit when a loud and savage growl brought me
up motionless in my own footprints, and, taking the great Assegai in my
right hand and advancing my small shield forward a little in the left, I
peered eagerly in search of the enemy.

Not a moment had I to look.  The flaming eyes, the long, yellow shape,
the shaggy mane, almost blurred up as they were by the brown of the
mountain-side, represented nothing less than a lion--an enormous one,
crouching for a spring.  There was no turning aside.  Face to face we
had come, in this narrow gully.  Neither could give way.  One must
advance over the body of the other.

_Whau, Nkose_!  This was no light matter; for to kill a full-grown lion,
single-handed, with spears only, is a business we never willingly
undertake.  But this one gave me no choice, for, with a savage snarl, he
launched himself into the air.

I know not how I avoided that onslaught; but I was quick in those days,
_Nkose_, quick as any wild beast.  What I did was to run in upon him,
flinging myself _right under_ his spring.  Then, as he flew over me, I
flashed upright, and, poised on tip-toe, quick as lightning I hurled one
of my casting spears.  It sang, quivering on its way, striking the
mighty beast slantwise in the ribs and sinking deep.  With terrible
roars and snarls he rolled over and over, snapping at the spear-haft,
and biting his own skin in the agony of his pain, and, the more he
struggled, the deeper sank the spear.  Now I saw what I would do.  It
would be quicker and far safer, and I did not want to brave over much
danger just then.  A great mass of loose rock stood poised upon a firmly
embedded one immediately above the body of the lion, which, with hideous
roars, was writhing and struggling beneath.  Running to this, I mustered
all my strength for a push.  It swayed and tottered.  Another mighty
effort, the huge stone swung over and went crashing down the <DW72>.  The
aim was good.  With a frightful yell the great beast yielded up his
life, and lay with ribs and spine shattered, while the rock tore down
the mountain-side in leaps and bounds, splitting into fragments as it
rolled.

"_Bayete_!"  I cried, in my exultation; for I had done something really
great.  "Hail, king of the plain and the mountain!  A short burial shall
first be thine."

Collecting stones, I piled them upon the sinewy frame of the mighty
beast to protect it from the vultures; for I desired not to tarry then,
so eager was I once more to behold Lalusini.  Then, having gained the
flat summit of the mountain, I took my way cautiously to the secret
entrance of the sorceress's retreat.

And now, as I threaded the dark passage through the earth, I began
softly to sing a song of love, which should let Lalusini know that I was
coming.  But there came back no answering song.  _Whau, Nkose_!  Warrior
as I was, I felt weak then, and my pulses began to beat.  I sprang down
into the great rock hollow.  It was empty.

Then I felt like a man who would willingly die, so strong was the
witchery of the spell which this sorceress of Zulu blood had woven
around me.  I called her by name, first softly, then louder, for I
thought she might be doing this to try me, and, even then, might be
watching me from somewhere, and laughing to herself at my discomfiture.
Still, no answer.

Then a hideous thought took possession of my mind.  That great lion I
had slain!  Had not Lalusini herself made mention of having heard its
voice rolling upon the mountain at night?  Had she not expressed some
fear lest the beast might find its way in through the tunnel?  As a man
who has gone mad, I sprang to the hole and examined the ground for
traces.  But there were none--none such as would have been left by a
lion forcing his way in, and returning, dragging a heavy body.  So the
possession of my senses returned, and I fell to making an investigation
of the place.  Ha!  The mystery was a mystery no longer.  Lalusini had,
indeed, gone, but she had departed of her own free will, for most of the
articles necessary to her comfort, such as clothing, cooking utensils,
and so forth, had disappeared.

Yes, _Nkose_; my heart was sore within me.  Whither had she gone?  Was
it to return once more to that great, yet distant, people, among whom
she had promised to make me great?  Wearied with the length of time I
had been forced to leave her unvisited--in the light of my hesitation to
agree to throw in my lot with hers under such mad circumstances of peril
and hazard--had she decided to leave me altogether?  It seemed like it.
Yet, I would track her--would find her.  And then I laughed at myself
for a fool, for how knew I, after all this time, which way to turn to
seek her?  She might be far away by that time.

Sore at heart, I went up into the outer day again, and there upon the
summit of the mountain I sought long and hard for footprints.  But I
sought in vain.  There were none.  Lalusini might have vanished like a
bird into the air.

All that day I searched.  There might be other hiding-places upon the
mountain, even more secret than the one which was known only to me and
to her.  But if this was so I know not.  I only know that, search as I
would, no trace could I find of such.

Then I went down again into the rock hollow to pass the night, thinking
she might chance to return.  But when I lay down to sleep, sleep would
not come, or if it did, only so lightly as to be more wakefulness than
sleep; and it seemed that the face of the beautiful sorceress hung over
me in my dreams, but when I would start to clasp her, calling her by
name, there was nothing, no sound but the howling of beasts, ravening
upon the mountain <DW72>s throughout the night.  And when the sun rose at
last, then mounted higher into the sky, and still Lalusini did not
return, I knew then that I had lost her forever, that never would I
behold her more.

So, with heart heavy and sore, I dragged myself away from the place, and
returning to where I had left the dead lion, cut off the head and
forepaws and the tail-tuft of the mighty beast, and, thus laden, took my
way back to Kwa'zingwenya, sorrowing exceedingly for the loss of her who
had thus bewitched me.

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Note.  That this travelling priest was of French nationality was
somewhat confirmed, for on hearing that language spoken, although unable
to recognise any specific word, Untuswa declared that it seemed to bring
back to his mind something of the stranger's speech.



CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

A LIFE FOR TEN LIVES.

I returned to Kwa'zingwenya with the head and paws of the great lion I
had slain, and those who beheld it envied, crying, "What a hunter is
Untuswa!  In the chase, as in war, his is the weapon beneath which falls
the mightiest!"  The King, too, was pleased when he beheld those
trophies.  But Nangeza, seeing them, said:--

"Ah, ah, Untuswa.  Thy skill is in truth wonderful, who went forth to
find a young heifer and found an old lion."

This she said jeering, and with her eyes upon my face.  But I, while
affecting not to notice, found food for much thought in the words.  Had
Nangeza indeed discovered my secret?  Was she concerned in the
disappearance of Lalusini?  Ha!  I resolved to watch her narrowly, and
were my suspicions verified, why then, indeed, there would be room in my
house for a new _inkosikazi_.

Now at this time, things being quiet and our nation settling down in its
new land, I gained the King's leave to build myself a kraal some little
distance from Kwa'zingwenya, and thither I removed with all my
possessions--my cattle and my wives--and my brother Mgwali also came
with me with his wives, and two other sons of my father, and soon I was
the head of a large kraal of a score and a half of huts.  But as time
went on, and my duties in the way of seeing to the strength and
efficiency of my own half of the army became greater, so far from
beginning to think less of Lalusini I thought of her more.  In the
sunshine, darting in gold through the forest trees, it seemed that I
could see her eyes, in the soft whispers of the wind at evening I could
hear her voice.  In my dreams I beheld her, was with her.  _Au_!  I was
bewitched indeed.  But although I made more than one journey again to
the mountain of death, never did I discover any sign which should show
she had revisited her hiding-place.  All there had fallen more and more
into decay, as though she had gone never to return.

"Of a truth, Untuswa, thou shouldst be an _isanusi_ thyself," said the
King one day when we were sitting alone together in debate.  "Thou hast
a gift for finding _izanusi_ and bringing them hither--first Masuka, now
this white stranger; concerning which last my mind is in darkness, for I
know not what to do with him."

"Is he not content, Black Elephant?  Does he not fare well among us,
teaching those who care to listen--ah, ah! those who care to listen?"  I
added with meaning.

"For a time yes," said Umzilikazi.  "But the day will come when he will
desire to travel again."

"Let him travel back by the way he came, Calf of a Black Cow," I
answered, still with meaning.  "For him the way of the South is not
safe.  There indeed are peoples that would do him harm."

The Great Great One shook his head in discontent.

"Verily, Untuswa, I know not how this will end," he said.

"Let be for the present, my father," I answered.  "The stranger is happy
now, teaching the slaves.  It may be that things will right themselves
in this matter."

I spoke darkly, _Nkose_, not seeing light.  But both I and the Great
Great One little guessed in what manner things would right themselves,
and that at no great distance of time--ah, no! little could we we
foresee that.

Now this was the meaning which underlay my words relating to the white
_isanusi_ and his teaching of the slaves.  The last thing the King
desired was that this white man should journey South, to bear, mayhap,
the word to the Amabuna or to Dingane: "Yonder, to the North, in a fair
and well-watered land, dwells Umzilikazi, and his warriors number so
many, of whom a large proportion are of no account--being dogs and
slaves."  The white stranger and the Gaza, Ngubazana, were but two men:
what easier than to kill them secretly and thus end all trouble?  There
were not wanting some among the _izinduna_ who spoke darkly to this end.
But to such counsels Umzilikazi's ears were shut.  The white stranger
was his friend.  He was not of the race of the greedy, lying Amabuna;
moreover, for himself it was easy to see he desired nothing, neither
lands nor possessions; and though his teachings were not such as to be
accepted by a warrior nation, there was no harm in them, no subversion
of the greatness of the King.  Not upon any considerations should he be
harmed--neither the Gaza, his follower.

But he must be kept among us; and in furtherance of this end the King
gave secret orders that a few of the lowest of the slaves should listen
to his teaching, and slowly and by degrees bring themselves to accept
it, or pretend to.  Then a few more were added to these; but ever with
caution, lest the white _isanusi_ should suspect.  But he did not
suspect; on the contrary, his heart was filled with joy at the readiness
wherewith, these received his teaching, and at length--for this took
time--he put them under the same rites as those which he had performed
over the little white girl.  So he was content to dwell with us; and
while we laughed among ourselves over the trick we had played upon him,
yet we were glad that this other road lay open to him besides that to
the South, which would have caused us trouble, and that into the Dark
Unknown, which might have caused it to him.

I had left Kwa'zingwenya after this _indaba_ with the King, and was
returning to my own kraal along the river bank, sad at heart, and
pondering ever upon the disappearance of the Bakoni sorceress, when I
came upon an old man, stumbling along, bent double, nosing and peering
on the ground.  It was old Masuka.

"Greeting, my father!"  I cried.  "Are you seeking _muti_ herbs?"

"Perhaps I am seeking for that which shall give sleep, son of Ntelani,"
he replied, laughing at me out of his eyes.  "Ha! my dreams were strange
last night--strange, and they were about thee, Untuswa, about thee!"

"About me, my father?"  I cried.

"_E--he_!  But, first give me _gwai_, thou holder of the King's Assegai,
for I have none left."

I took out the long horn snuff-box which was stuck through the lobe of
my ear, and, squatting down, we both took snuff in silence.  Then the
old man burst into a chuckle.

"My dreams took me to the summit of the mountain of death, son of
Ntelani.  The ghost of Tauane was there--searching for something."

"For what was it searching, my father?"

"For a strange thing.  For an outward chamber in the cliff, like unto
the place of an eagle's nest."

"Ha!"  I cried, staring at him wildly, my snuff-spoon in mid-air.

How his old eyes laughed; for my confusion was great.  And well it might
be, for these were the very words wherewith I had taunted the chief of
the Blue Cattle on his flaming bed of death.  Yet old Masuka had been
nowhere near at that time, nor had any who understood that tongue.

"And why could not the ghost of Tauane find that place, my father?"  I
said.  "Being a ghost, he could fly through the air until he found the
chamber in the cliff like an eagle's nest."

"Not thus would he find it, destroyer of the Bakoni," was the answer.
"`Through the darkness of the earth'--such were his words."

"Ha!  Was it for good or for ill he spoke thus?  Were those all the
words of Tauane's ghost my father?"

"Not so, Untuswa.  Soon the ghost went winging through the air, crying
and wailing that the place like an eagle's nest was there, but that the
she-eagle had flown away.  Why art thou sad of late, son of Ntelani?"

"Thy _muti_ is wonderful, father," I replied.  "Will the she-eagle
return?  Tell me.  Will it return?"

"It will return.  Ha! yonder alligators are hungry.  They shall be fed.
Oh, yes, they shall be fed.  The she-eagle will return."

I liked not his tones, _Nkose_, and my blood ran chill.  For his speech,
though dark, could have but one meaning.  Lalusini I should behold
again; but one or both of us should find death in the alligators' pool.
Well, what matter?  One could but die once; and so great was the spell
cast over me by the Bakoni sorceress that it seemed, once more to behold
her, once more to have speech with her, I would gladly pay the price of
death.

"I have a black cow, well in milk, which is one too many in my herd,
father," I said.  "It shall be driven forth to-morrow to the place where
thy cattle graze."

But he paid scant heed, which was strange, for he loved cattle, and
always welcomed such gifts.  With his head on one side, as though
listening intently, he repeated softly to himself:

"Yonder alligators are hungry.  They shall be fed; oh, yes, they shall
be fed!"

You will remember, _Nkose_, a certain pool in the river, which the King
and I had lighted upon one evening soon after arriving at our new
resting-place, and into which he had caused some calves to be driven
that the alligators might seize them.  Now this pool had been turned
into a place of execution.  No longer were those adjudged to doom led
forth to die beneath the knobsticks of the slayers, as formerly, but
were forced to leap, or were thrown into the pool, and from it none
emerged alive.  As I sat and talked with Masuka, I remembered that the
Pool of the Alligators lay at no great distance from us, and between
ourselves and the great kraal.  Upon it the old Mosutu seemed to be
concentrating his attention; and, as I listened, sounds were wafted
thence.

"Evil-doers are about to meet death!" he said, at last.  "Come, we will
witness it."

We rose and took our way along the river-bank.  As we crested the rise,
which brought us near the brow of the cliff from which the victims were
thrown, we saw a multitude streaming down from the great kraal, and in
the forefront of the crowd were men armed with sticks, and driving
before them two other men, who were bound.

These were already half-dead with fear, and could scarcely walk, but the
blows of the slayers urged them onward until they stood right upon the
spot whence they should leap into the jaws of the hungry alligators.  We
could see at a glance that they were slaves, and sadly, indeed, they
looked.  From the people we learned that these two, being in charge of a
flock of the King's goats, had suffered wild dogs to break into the fold
at night, whereby upwards of a score were slain.  So Umzilikazi,
declaring that if his goats were only fit to feed wild dogs with,
assuredly to base Bakoni were only fit two feed alligators with; and
they had been led forth.

Now, this scene did not move us in any way, _Nkose_, for the death of a
slave more or less was nothing.  But we just lingered to see these leap
in.

Yet they would not.  When driven to the edge they hung back, then cast
themselves on the ground weeping and groaning for mercy.  Already the
surface of the pool below was alive with slimy, stealthy life.  Widening
lines upon the water told that the alligators well understood the cause
of the tumult overhead.  They moved silently to and fro, awaiting the
plunge which should bring them the prey they had learned to love best--
the flesh of men.

Now the slayers had grasped the screaming wretches, and were about to
fling them out, when between the cliff brow and the victims a figure
suddenly sprang forth, arising, as it were, by magic.  All gave a shout
of wonder, and the executioners paused in their work.  The black robe,
the long, flowing beard, the countenance stamped with a great horror and
pain, were known to all.  It was the white _isanusi_.

"Hold! my children!" he cried.  "Hold!  I beg of you!"

The slayers hesitated, and growled to each other.  With arms
outstretched, there the white man stood on the cliff brow between the
hideous, hungry reptiles and their weeping, shivering victims.  To fling
these in was impossible without flinging him in too.

"It is the King's will, father," growled the chief of the slayers.
"Know you not that did we hesitate we should be even as these?  Stand
aside."

"Not yet, not yet," he pleaded; and there was weeping in his voice.
"Not yet.  Wait--only until I hasten to the King!  He will hear me, for
he has given me the lives of such as these!"

"It may not be, father," was the answer, made now with more alarm.
"_Whau_! it is on us the _izingwenya_ will feed, if not on these.  Stand
now aside."

"Ah! have pity!  Untuswa will take my side," he cried in a glad voice,
catching sight of my face.  "Stay their hands, Untuswa, if only for a
while, till I bring back the King's pardon."

"It may not be, father," I, too, replied.  "The King's sentence has been
given.  It is even as the men say.  Their lives are as the lives of
these if they hesitate.  Would you doom to death many men where two will
suffice?  Let them do their work."

Now, I know not, _Nkose_, how this thing would have ended; for the white
_isanusi_ still continued to stand and plead, and none dare remove him
by force, remembering in what high honour he was held by the Great Great
ONE.  But just then loud shouting made itself heard upon the outskirts
of the crowd, which bent low suddenly, like a forest struck by a gale.
And there advancing, with his head thrown back and a light in his eyes
such as none of us cared to behold, came the Great Great One himself.

He stalked straight up to where stood the white _isanusi_, to where lay
the doomed ones and the executioners, who, having hesitated to perform
their work, counted themselves already dead.  He was attended by the old
_induna_ Mcumbete, to whom he now turned.

"See," he said, in a voice which made many tremble, "I am no King.  I am
only the lowest of the Amaholi.  For the word of a King is obeyed; yet
my word, though long since uttered, is not obeyed.  _Hau_!  What sort of
a King ami?"

And the terrible frown of anger upon his face took in the white man,
even as it did ourselves.

"Mercy!  Great Great One!  Mercy for these!" cried the stranger,
pointing to the doomed slaves.

We who watched trembled for the life of the speaker; those of us who did
not tremble for our own--and of these there could be but few--for this
was a terrible thing which had happened, such a thing as had never
before been known, that any man, white or black, should dare to
interfere between the King's decrees and their execution.  But still the
white priest stood upon the brink of that grisly pool of death pleading
forgiveness, not for himself, but for those two miserable slaves.  Ha!
That was a sight indeed.

"You do not know us yet, O stranger!" went on Umzilikazi, now in bitter
and sneering tones; "else had you not thought to save the lives of these
two by any such means.  For now have you doomed many to death, even all
those whose errand it was to carry out my sentence and have allowed
themselves to hesitate in doing so.  For they, too, are dead men."

A gasp of horror, which was almost a sob, ran through the multitude.
The _izimbonga_ bellowed aloud in praise of the King's justice; but even
their voices were not without a quaver.  But the white priest stood
facing the angry countenance of the King; and upon his own was stamped a
great and deep sadness, but never a trace of fear.

"Be merciful, thou ruler of a great nation!" he pleaded more earnestly.
"Mercy is the quality by which a King may show himself truly great.  We
have been friends.  Oh, slay not these men, when the fault is entirely
mine."

"Not entirely.  The fault of the man who hesitates to obey my word is
entirely his own, and the penalty thereof he knows," said Umzilikazi,
pitilessly.  "We have been friends, white stranger; but of what sort is
the friendship which teaches those who are my dogs to laugh at me?
Friend as thou art, I know not how thine own life shall be left thee
after such an act as this."

Something in the words seemed to strike the white _isanusi_.  His face
lightened up.

"See now, O King!" he replied.  "The fault is mine.  If I am a traitor
in your eyes, who were my friend, take my life instead of the lives of
these.  Take my life, but spare theirs."

"Ha!"

The gasp of amazement which softly left the lips of the King was echoed
by a shiver from the crouching multitude.

"Think carefully, O stranger," he said.  "Look below.  See the upturned
glare of the alligators' eyes.  Mark their number--their great size--
their hideous shapes.  This is no pleasant or easy death."

"Nor is it for these, Great Great One," was the reply, with a sweep of
the hand over the doomed men, who, victims and executioners alike,
crouched motionless in the silence of despair.  "And for them such a
death may be more terrible than for myself, who humbly trust that it may
be the opening of the gate of a new life whose glories are beyond
words."

"I think words enough have been spoken upon this matter," said
Umzilikazi, coldly.  "Take thy choice, white _isanusi_.  Thyself to the
alligators--or these."

"My choice is made, Black Elephant."

"Leap, then!" said the King, with a wave of the hand towards the brink.

"I may not do that," was the reply, "for it would be to take my own
life, which my teaching forbids.  The slayers of the King must throw me
in--that they themselves may live.  But, first, I desire a few moments
wherein to pray that the Great Great One above may receive my spirit."

To this Umzilikazi gave assent, and the white priest knelt down, and,
drawing out the cross, with the Figure of a Man upon it, he kissed this.
And then, for the first time, some of us noticed that the sign he made
upon himself with his hand more than once was in form even as that
cross.

_Whau, Nkose_! that was a strange sight--stranger, I think, I never
beheld.  The sun was near his rest now, and his fading beams fell upon
the surface of the hideous pool beneath, painting it and the numerous
snouts of the hungry monsters lurking there as it were blood-red.  And
above the crouching, awe-stricken multitude--the only movement among
which was the rolling of distended eyeballs, the grovelling figures of
the doomed ones, grey with fear, and not knowing yet if their lives
would indeed be spared--the stern, upright figure of Umzilikazi,
terrible in the offended majesty of his disobeyed commands, and the
subdued, shrinking countenance of the old _induna_.  And, in the midst
of all, the kneeling priest, in his black, flowing robe, the tones of
whose voice, rising and falling quickly in prayer, being the only sounds
breaking in upon this dead and awesome silence.  And to us who gazed it
seemed as though a strange light rested upon the face of the white
_isanusi_, imparting to it a look which had nothing in common with the
set, motionless expression to be seen upon the face of a brave man
doomed to die; but this might have been caused by the long rays of the
setting sun darting upon it.  At length he arose.

The King made a sign to the slayers.  Not this time was any hesitation
to be found among them.  Leaping eagerly to their feet, they sprang
forward and laid hands upon the white priest.

"A moment!" said this one, signing them back.  "Bid me now farewell, son
of Matyobane! for I wish thee no harm on account of my death, and for it
I forgive thee freely.  Nay, more, I thank thee for it! since, through
it, thou sparest the lives of these, who number more than half a score."

He stretched forth his open hand.  Umzilikazi grasped it, yet let it not
go; and thus for a moment they stood, gazing into each other's faces.
And that of the white man expressed the truth of his words; for in it
was no evil look, no sign of fear, or of a desire for revenge.  Still
they stood thus, uttering no sound.  The strain was becoming terrible.
In crushed, breathless silence the multitude hung upon what was to
follow.  Was the King bewitched?  Could he not relax his grasp?  A dull
splash was heard beneath, as one of the alligators turned on the water.
And now the sun rested on the western heights, like a wheel of red
flame.  Then Umzilikazi spoke:

"The alligators may go hungry this night, for thou art a brave man, my
father; too brave a man that thy life should pay for the miserable lives
of such as these.  Yet for thy sake I will spare them too, though I know
not whether after doing so I am a King or as one of their dogs!--_Hau_!"

"A greater King than ever, son of Matyobane," was the reply, uttered
solemnly.  "The Great One above will bless thee, my friend."

Now the shouts of _bonga_ which rent the air were deafening, and from
one end to the other of that vast multitude rolled the praises of the
mercy of the King.  And, indeed, it was wonderful, for this was the only
occasion upon which I ever knew Umzilikazi spare any man when his "word"
had once gone forth that that man should die.  And this time he had
spared upwards of half a score, owing to the strange madness of a white
priest who had offered to give his own life for theirs.

But some there were who murmured darkly that the King was bewitched, and
among these were our own _izanusi_.  Yet they dared not so whisper
otherwise than darkly--ah, yes, very darkly indeed.



CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

THE RETURN OF THE "SHE-EAGLE."

Now, _Nkose_, I am about to tell of the strange and momentous events
that next befell; for upon reaching my home that night, which you will
remember was at some little distance from the great kraal, I found my
family and followers in a state of wild consternation and grief.  The
little white girl was lost!

She had not been wandering, not even playing outside with the other
children.  When last seen she was creeping through the door of the hut
wherein she usually dwelt--that of Fumana, the youngest of my wives--and
this hut she had never been seen to leave.  When last seen it was
shortly before the setting of the sun.

This was a matter to be turned inside-out, and that speedily, to which
end I called up all those concerned, and questioned them one by one; the
children who had last been with her, my wives, and the Bakoni
slave-girls.  But while my two younger wives were half-mad with grief--
for they loved the little one--Nangeza only laughed evilly, saying that
it could be but a small thing to a mighty chief like myself the loss of
a wretched little whelp of the Amabuna: for thus she would often speak
to anger me, knowing that I always held Kwelanga to be not of the
Amabuna at all, but of a far greater race.

"So, woman!"  I replied, pointing my stick at her menacingly, "it may be
a small matter to myself, but it will be a weighty one for all here
concerned, for did not the King give Kwelanga into our care?  Ha! the
alligators have been robbed of their food to-night--it may be that
to-morrow they will be full."

I could see fear upon the faces of those who heard my words; but again
Nangeza laughed evilly.  I was resolved now that the end of such doings
had come.  The morrow would show.

"Now to the search!"  I cried.  "The little one may have wandered abroad
and have sunk down to sleep in the forest.  She may not be far."

"Perhaps yonder moves her bed," said Nangeza, with her black laugh, as
the wild howling of a hyena sounded very near.  "While such are moving
about it is little enough will be found of any child who has sunk down
to sleep in the forest, and it has long been night."

A murmur of approval greeted these words, for few among us liked to move
about at night.  And the voices of the hyenas and other beasts wailing
dismally through the forest sounded as the ravenings of ghost animals
scenting the blood of those who still lived as men.  But for such
considerations I cared little then.  I gave my orders, and no man there
but preferred to face the ghost animals to facing me having disobeyed
them.  So we set out, by twos and threes, on our search.

There was a half-moon low down in the heavens, and by its light we
searched--ah, yes, how we searched!  We hunted hither and thither like
wild dogs questing a scent, beneath the dark shades of the forest trees,
where the beasts would howl dismally across our path, and the rustle of
huge serpents fleeing away in the brake would make our hearts leap--not
knowing what evil beings of the night were abroad.  We searched over the
openness of the plain, and among the rugged rocks where we had found the
white _isanusi_.  We searched indeed far out beyond any distance such a
little child could travel.  But we searched in vain.

Not only through the night did we search, but well on into the next day.
Sometimes our hearts would chill as we saw something white, like a
skull or bones, lying away from us, but on drawing near it would prove
to be a stone, or perchance the skull of a kid or a buck, devoured by
wild animals.  I sent runners to all the outlying kraals around us but
these returned bearing no news, and at last so thoroughly had we
searched that I was constrained to believe that it was as Nangeza had so
evilly suggested--the little one had wandered away from the kraal, and,
having lost herself, had been carried off or devoured by wild animals.

Now my own heart was sad and sore, for, _Nkose_, I loved this little
creature, with the eyes of heaven and hair like the sun, whom I had
saved from the spears of our young men, and who had come to look upon me
as her father; and, indeed, she would sometimes place her tiny white
hand upon my great dark one and laugh, and ask whether hers would grow
black, too, when she became old.  And now I should see her no more; hear
her rippling, joyous laughter never again--ah, _Nkose_, my heart was
very sore.  But my younger wives, Nxope and Fumana, they made terrible
moan, far more so than they would have made over child of their own
blood.

It came about, however, that some there might have even greater reason
to make moan, and that on behalf of themselves; for at day-dawn on the
third morning after the disappearance of Kwelanga an armed force stood
at the gate of my kraal, and in a loud voice summoned those within the
huts to come forth in the King's name.

Now, many of these, looking upon the armed men, felt themselves already
dead, deeming that Umzilikazi had sent to "eat up" my kraal, by reason
of the manner in which its trust had been fulfilled; nor was I myself
for the moment at ease.

"Greeting, Ngubu!"  I said.  "What is the will of the Great Great One?"

"This, son of Ntelani," answered the leader of the armed band, that same
Ngubu who had headed the party in pursuit of me that time I had fled
with Nangeza, and who was present when I slew Njalo-njalo; "this--that
thou betakest thyself at all speed to the Black Elephant, who would
confer with thee.  That for thee.  For these, they must go with us,
every one, to the last man, woman, and child."

"Whither, Ngubu?"  I asked, troubled.  "Into the Dark Unknown?"

"Not so, Untuswa.  Into the presence of the King."

They looked relieved at this I thought, though it might be but the
lengthening out of their agony, for the assegais of the "eaters-up" are
swifter than the teeth of the alligators.  And so they started, hemmed
in by the spears of the warriors, while I alone strode on in advance, by
no means easy in my mind because of what was to befall, for some,
assuredly, would look into darkness long before that night.

A little way outside the great kraal Kwa'zingwenya was a grassy mound,
crested by two large and spreading trees, and from this the plain sloped
away, smooth and open, to the brink of the cliff overhanging the Pool of
the Alligators.  Beneath the shade of these trees Umzilikazi was wont to
sit sometimes throughout the whole day, hearing and settling disputes,
talking over the affairs of the nation, or it might be reviewing one or
two of the young regiments practising drill upon the open plain before
him.  Here now I found him.

"Well, Untuswa?  And so there have been _tagati_ doings at your kraal?"
he said, when I had saluted.  "Where is Kwelanga?"

"Now are all our hearts sore, Black Elephant," I answered, "for search
has been diligently made, but in vain.

"Yet I gave her into your keeping, son of Ntelani.  There has been
_tagati_ herein, and some shall die."

"The will of the Great Great One is the delight of his children," I
replied.  "Lo--now here are they who must answer for this business."

Now there came in sight across the plain the whole company of my people,
surrounded by the spears of the warriors who custodied them.  All, as
they drew near, bent low before the King, shouting aloud the _Bayete_,
and on every face was stamped varying stages of fear and dread.

"Here has been _tagati_ at work," said the King, after eyeing them in
silence for a few moments.  "I think, Untuswa, the women it was who had
the care of Kwelanga?"

"That is so, Black Elephant," I answered.

"There are thy three wives and two Bakoni slave-girls--five in all,"
went on the King.  "Five women, and they are not able to custody one
little child!  Ha!  If a woman is unable to do this, of what use is she?
Not to give us the aid of her counsels in war," with a frown at
Nangeza.  "Clearly these are of no use at all.  Away with them!  The
alligators are hungry!"

But before the slayers could spring forward, my two younger wives flung
themselves on the ground at the King's feet.

"Spare us, father!" they wailed.

"She who is gone was more to me than my own children," howled Fumana.

"Our own children will die of grief for loss of her," groaned Nxope.

"Spare us, Great Great One, that we may never rest until she is found,"
cried Fumana.

"No _tagati_ is there among us two, Father--among us two," screamed
Nxope.

"What mean you--witch?  Ha, Nangeza, _inkosikazi_ of Untuswa!  Hast thou
nothing to say, no tears for Kwelanga--for thine own life?"

While the others had thus been bemoaning and praying for mercy, Nangeza
was watching them with contempt in her eyes, which latter would flash
into the most intense hate and menace as she met my glance.  Now she
answered:

"I have much to say, if the King will hear it--ah, much to say;" and her
glittering eyes sought my face in the triumph of their hate.

"I think we have heard enough of this babble," said Umzilikazi, with a
bitter sneer; for he loved not women, deeming them, though in some ways
necessary, yet of no account whatever, and only producing mischief if
allowed to raise their voices at all.  But even the Great Great One had
reckoned without the length of Nangeza's tongue.  Hardily she went on:

"There has been _tagati_ indeed; but not among us wives of Untuswa must
such be sought.  Ho, Untuswa!  Where is the witch thou didst save alive
from the slaughter of the Bakoni?  Ha, ha, Untuswa, where is she?"

Now, _Nkose_, my heart turned to water within me; for such a suspicion,
once implanted in the King's mind, would surely bear fruit sooner or
later.  And the offence was among the most deadly I could commit.  But
at the words, I laughed; threw back my head and laughed softly, while
murmurs of amazement went up from those who heard.

"Hear you the words of this woman, Untuswa?" said the King.

"I hear them, Black Elephant."

"They are strange words, son of Ntelani.  Hast thou no answer to make to
them?"

"Now, my Father, who am I that I should weary the ears of the Great
Great One by crossing answers with a woman in his presence?"  I cried.

"That is well said," muttered Umzilikazi.  Then aloud, "So, woman, where
doth she dwell, this witch whom Untuswa saved alive from the slaughter
of the Bakoni?"

"Upon the Mountain of Death, the mountain whereon her people were
slain," said Nangeza.

"And how is she named?"

"That I know not, O Elephant; but if Untuswa ever whispers her name in
his sleep, it is Fumana or Nxope you should ask, O Calf of a Black
Bull," she said, in a tone full of meaning and of malice.

Now I thought and thought how Nangeza could have obtained even that
amount of knowledge of my secret.  Could she have followed me,
stealthily, the last journey I made to the Mountain of Death?  It almost
seemed so.  Or had she set others on to watch me?  Anyhow, I felt not
over-certain of seeing many more suns set.

"And is that all thou hast to say, wife of Untuswa?" said the King,
softly, and putting his head on one side, as his manner was.

"This, too, Father.  For many nights past I have heard, as it were, a
woman's voice singing around our kraal.  I doubt not it was the voice of
this witch, and that she hath lured the little one into the forest, to
devour her, as the way is with such evildoers.  But it is Untuswa who
has brought her about our ears to blight us with a curse."

"In truth, thou art an excellent wife--a very milch-cow of price," said
the King, mocking her.  "In truth, it is worth a man's while to throw
away his life for such as thee.  Thou art, indeed, worthy to be the
chief wife of one of my best fighting-captains.  Thou who wouldst seek
to throw on to his shoulders the consequences of thine own neglect, and
fill up our ears with such childish tales of witches singing around the
gates!  And thou, Untuswa, thou art happy, indeed, in the possession of
such!  Well, woman, such babble is of no avail.  The alligators are
hungry."

The _izimbonga_ raised a chorus of praise, and the frightened company of
my people, seeing that only five of their number were to suffer, joined
in.  And now, bending low before the King, I craved a boon.

"The wisdom of the King is great, and his justice is terrible," I said.
"But these, it is for these I would speak," pointing to my younger
wives.

"Say on, Untuswa," said the King.

"Not for me is it to question the will of the Great Great One.  But I
would ask, Father, that these might be spared, at any rate, for a few
days longer.  It may yet be that Kwelanga is found, and then, my Father,
what will she do, finding that those who took care of her are no more?"

"Strange care have they taken of her, Untuswa," replied Umzilikazi.
"Hold!  Whom have we here?"

For over the plain a great multitude was advancing.  As it drew nearer,
we could make out that at some paces in front of it walked a woman.
That she was tall and straight, and beautiful of build, we could see
even from there.  Nearer--nearer, she drew; advancing direct to where
was seated the Great Great One.  In silence the people parted to make
way for her, and, not hesitating a moment, she paced up to the King, her
head thrown slightly back, proud, stately of bearing, as though she were
a queen.  Then, halting, she bent down, yet not very low, and cried,
"_Bayete_!"  And we who looked thought we had never beheld so fair and
gracious a type of womanhood; while I, for my part--_Whau Nkose_! it
seemed as though the end of all things was at hand, for she upon whom I
now gazed--upon whom we all gazed--standing there before the King, was
none other than Lalusini, the beautiful sorceress who had bewitched me
with her love.



CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

IN DARK WARNING.

There she stood--she on whom my thoughts had dwelt day and night--she
for whom I had sought so carefully and yet so fruitlessly--she whom I
had never expected to behold again.  There she stood, and as quick
murmurs of amazement, of admiration, went up from all who beheld, her
eyes swept around our circle and rested upon my face--yet hardly
rested--for in them there was no brightening, no recognition.  She
looked at me as she looked at the others--as though she had never seen
me before.

Now I remembered Masuka's strange, dark, prophecy--how that the
"she-eagle" should return, but that then the alligators should be fed.
The King would remember the name as spoken by Tauane--and that, coupled
with Nangeza's accusation, ah--good night!  Well, I cared not.  I, like
others, leaned eagerly forward as I crouched, straining my eyes to gaze
upon the beauty of the sorceress.  Yet even then, while her glance was
not directly meeting mine, I seemed to read in her eyes an unspoken, yet
none the less vividly-flashed, message--even as I had read the glance of
old Masuka that dreadful day upon which I stood between the King's
assegai and doom.  And the language I read in this glance
was--"Caution!"

She was attired in the short, apron-like girdle of the Bakoni,
ornamented with rich bead-work, and a light mantle of dressed fawn-skin
similarly adorned hung from one shoulder.  As when I saw her first, she
wore upon her arms and neck bands of solid gold, after the manner of the
richer of the Bakoni, and her hair was gathered up from the scalp into a
high cone as the Zulu women wear it.

"Who art thou, my sister?" said the King, not choosing to show the
astonishment which even he felt.

"I am of the Bakoni, Great Great One.  I am called Lalusini," she
answered in purest Zulu.

"Of the Bakoni?  Lalusini?  _Hau_!  That is no name ever brought forth
of the twisted tongues of those chattering dogs.  It is a full ripe Zulu
name, born of the race of the Heavens," returned the King.  "Say now,
Lalusini.  What wert thou among the Bakoni dogs whom we have stamped
flat?  A prisoner?"

"Yea and nay, Black Black One.  I was the Queen of their _muti_."

"Ha!  Yet another magician!  It seems that all the magicians in the
world find their way, or are brought here: first old Masuka, then the
white man--now this one," said Umzilikazi.  "Ha, Untuswa--thou
magician-finder!  How is it thou didst not find this one--thou who didst
find the rest?"

I only made murmur, for I guessed that the King was mocking me.  And the
moment was in truth a trial as he went on--

"Say now, Queen of the Bakoni _muti_.  How didst thou escape death or
capture when my children stamped flat thy people?"

"By the name thou spakest just now, Black Elephant--Queen of the Bakoni
_muti_, Now of what use is _muti_ if it fails in the day of necessity?"

"Thy story I will yet hear," answered the King.  "Now say, Lalusini,
knowest thou Untuswa?"

"Untuswa?  I seem to have heard that name.  Surely it was that of the
King's messenger, who with only one young man, and he unringed, did hold
the Bakoni in defiance like a lion at bay."

"And thou hast not beheld him since that day?"

"I think not, Great Great One--and that day only from afar did I behold
him.  Nay I saw him once at the council, and then nearer.  He was a tall
man, who carried a very large spear."

"Look around, my sister, and tell me if he is here to-day," said the
King.

Lalusini looked first among such groups of warriors as were mustered
around.  Then she stepped over to the assemblage of _izinduna_ among
whom I sat, and looked long and earnestly.  Umzilikazi, meanwhile, was
watching her narrowly.

"I think that is the King's messenger," she said, gazing into my face.
"He has the look of such a warrior as that one was."

But before anything more could be said Nangeza sprang forward, and her
eyes were glittering with hate, and in her voice was a snarl as that of
a wild beast.

"She is the witch whom Untuswa saved from the slaughter, reserving her
for himself.  Look, O King!  Now they pretend not to know each other,"
shrieked Nangeza, darting her hand furiously forth as though it
contained a weapon.

Now, _Nkose_, it was a dreadful moment for me, for at first there was
dead silence.  All were too amazed even to exclaim.  I merely uttered a
disdainful click, shaking my head.  But Lalusini--she turned towards
Nangeza, glanced her up and down, and laughed--laughed softly,
musically.  Then, waving her hands into the air, she began to sing, and
the words were in the tongue of the Bakoni, which none there present
understood.  Yet her voice was musical and sweet, and in it there
thrilled a mystery.  All watched in silence as she moved her hands and
feet to the measure of her chant.  Since I understood this tongue,
_Nkose_, I listened as though a great serpent were tightening its coils
more and more around me, for her words were dark and full of a strange
and terrifying mystery.  Her song ceased.

"What dost thou seek here now, my sister?" softly said the King, for
even he could not refuse to acknowledge the influence of her charm.  "Is
it to make _muti_ among thine own people, having had enough of the
Bakoni dogs whom we have eaten up?"

"I think there are enough who make such _muti_ here, Black Elephant,"
she answered.  "Not for this have I come.  I am here to save the Father
of a new nation."

"_Hau_!" we gasped, stricken well-nigh dumb, for the words were spoken
slow and sad, and with weighty warning.  None doubted but that they
applied to a near attack on the part of our most to be dreaded enemies,
and at once all men's minds flew to the _impis_ of Dingane advancing
upon us in force--or, perhaps, the Amabuna, or even both in concert.
Dismay was on every face, for we liked not to be thus taken by surprise.
But upon that of Umzilikazi was a frown of terrible import, which meant
badly for those from whose quarter the foe should first appear, they
having failed to report it.

"Thy words are dark indeed," he said.  "Explain, sorceress, for time
does not wait."

But Lalusini, for reply, only returned a swift, silent glance.  Then
once more she burst into song, again in the Bakoni tongue.  Her head was
thrown back, and she seemed to be gazing at some momentous object
invisible to us.  She seemed to lose herself, to utterly forget our
presence, as her voice rose wild and sweet and clear.  Yes, indeed,
there was a mystery in her song, and it seemed to me that the words had
a very certain meaning; also that, all the while standing facing me as
she was, her glance betimes met mine quickly, as in a flash, and with a
purpose.  It was, I felt, in her mind that I should mark her words and
weigh them well.  Thus they ran:--

  "The Lion sinks
      To the serpent's fang;
  The eagle drops
      To the bowstring's twang.

  "Great is small;
      Little is great;
  Great ones fall
      When the mean deal fate.

  "The serpent's coil
      Hides the fangs of death;
  _A coil of blue_
      Veils the serpent's breath.

  "See the White Bull's pride
      O'er the Black Bull wave;
  _Now, the White Bull's hide
      May the Black Bull save_."

_Whau, Nkose_!  Then was amazement my master--I its slave!  The "coil of
blue!"  Such a blue-beaded girdle was that of Nangeza's skirt, beside
which she wore little else when summoned before the King.  Upon this my
eyes fixed themselves, only, however, to follow once more the meaning
glance of Lalusini.  And the King sat wondering, yet not understanding
the _muti_ song.  And above his head, waving softly to and fro in the
hand of its bearer, rose aloft the royal white shield.  It was as the
buzzing of bees within my ears that I heard the voice of the Great Great
ONE.

"I have a mind to end this _indaba_," he was saying.  "Thou, Nangeza,
hast a pestilent tongue and an evil heart; wherefore my servant Untuswa
must seek a new wife, for _thy place among us shall be empty_.  Take her
hence.  The alligators are hungry."

"So, too, is Death, thou fool who art King!" yelled Nangeza.  I saw her
hand swift at her girdle.  Something flashed through the air.  It
struck--struck hard and quivering--into the great white shield, which,
quick as the movement, as the flash itself, I had snatched from the
shield-bearer, and whirled down so as to cover the person of the King.
It was one of those short, javelin-shaped arrows, such as were used by
the mountain tribes, and sometimes among the Bakoni.  And the point
thereof was green and sticky with the most deadly of poisons.

That was a scene--the wild, quavering gasp of horror that went up from
all who beheld!  Nangeza, yelling, and biting like a wild beast, in the
grasp of those who had seized her; myself, immovable as a stone, still
holding the shield with the poisoned dart sticking through it--exactly
as I flung it between the Great Great One and certain death.  And the
only two who were completely unconcerned were Lalusini and the King
himself.

"_Whau_!" cried Umzilikazi, having taken a pinch of snuff.  "I think
that would have made me sneeze, Untuswa.  See, the point was coming
straight for my face, and it was flung hard--flung hard!  Yet thou hast
saved me from such a scratch, Untuswa--and it was well!  Strange, too,
that thou shouldst have been the one to do it, seeing that she was thine
_inkosikazi_!"

There was suspicion in the tone--deadly suspicion--as the King sat
looking at me with half-closed eyes, speaking softly withal.

"It is not strange, Father, seeing that I was the one who alone
understood the Bakoni witch-song," I replied.

"Ha!  And what said that?"

"`A coil of blue veils the serpent's breath.'  Also, `Now the White
Bull's hide may the Black Bull save.'  And, indeed, was it not so, Black
Bull, Whose horns gore not merely, but kill?"  I said.

"This, then, was the warning thou wouldst have conveyed, thou strange
sorceress," said the King, pausing a moment, while shouts of amazement
and of _konza_ went up from all.  "Verily, thy _muti_ is great.  But of
this witch first.  The alligators are hungry; but their teeth are not
sharp enough for such royal prey as this.  The stake of impalement is a
still sharper tooth.  Away with her!  Yet for the alligators we will
find some meat.  It seems that Untuswa's wives are of a bad
disposition--at any rate, after dwelling side by side with yonder witch,
they will have drunk in some of her evil mind.  Let them, therefore, be
taken to the alligators."

Now, _Nkose_, my heart was sad, for I loved my two younger wives, who
were ever laughing and pleasant, and needed not to be told twice to do a
thing.  But these, as the slayers sprang forward to drag them forth to
the terrible pool of death, flung themselves on the ground weeping.

"Spare us, Father!" howled Fumana.  "She who has done evil is nothing to
us."

"We only live by the light of the King's presence," groaned Nxope.

"Spare us, Great Great One!" wept Fumana.

"We are only weak women, and fear the dreadful death, O Elephant who art
strong!" screamed Nxope.

"Peace, witches!" said the King.  "Well, Untuswa!  And thou!  What hast
thou to say?  Do not these deserve to die?"

That was something of a question, _Nkose_; and one which it might cost a
man his life to hesitate in answering.  For did I not at once agree,
after what had happened, the people would howl for my death, as being
privy to the bold attempt upon the King's life, just made by my chief
wife; and I suspected the question was put to try me.  Yet I was fond of
these two women, who had always done well by me; nor did I ever err on
the side of timidity in those days.  So I made answer--

"I think these two are innocent of the other's evil-doing, Great Great
ONE.  The wisdom of the King is great, and his justice is terrible.  Yet
I would crave the boon of their lives; for I have never known them do or
think harm.  So, too, shall I be left without wives at all, if these are
taken from me."

"New wives shall be found for thee, Untuswa--and better than the old
ones," answered Umzilikazi, half in mockery.  "Ha!  I think thou keepest
thy wives too long.  _Whau_!  A bowl of _tywala_, when fresh, is needful
and pleasant; but if kept too long, it grows sour and unwholesome, even
harmful, and is only fit to be thrown away.  So it is with a woman.  But
thou, sister, whose _muti_ is great enough to discover serpent's fangs
beneath a witch's girdle--what sayest thou?  Is it well that these two
should live?"

I looked at Lalusini and saw that her eyes were full of pity for these
two horribly frightened women crouching there before the King, and then
I knew that her heart was not dark and fierce as that of Nangeza, else
had they certainly been dead.

"I think it well they should live, Great Great One, for they are
innocent of the other's ill-doing," she answered.

"Ha! sayest thou so?  Well, I give ye your lives, ye two.  Begone!  For
the other, it seems that the stake is long in making ready."

This dreadful form of death, remember, being seldom used amongst us,
some time must elapse while its instrument was preparing.  Meanwhile,
all crying aloud in praise of the King's mercy and justice, Nangeza
seized the opportunity of wrenching herself from the grasp of those who
held her, and before any could stay her--so lithe and active was she--
she was darting across the plain in leaps and bounds, fleeing with the
speed of a buck.

"To the alligators!" she cried, laughing wildly.  "The alligators are
hungry.  They must be fed!  They must be fed!"

The ground was open, the way but short.  Before any could come up with
her she had gained the brink of the cliff overhanging the pool.  She
turned and stood facing us, and there, in sight of all, shrieked out a
last curse upon the King, upon me, and upon the whole nation; then, just
as the foremost of the pursuers sprang to seize her, she flung herself
backward from the brink.  There was a loud splash, but no cry, and they
who hurried to look declared that the water was lashed into a
red-and-white foam, as the ravenous monsters rushed upon their prey,
rending it limb from limb in a moment; and, indeed, though this is a
hideous death enough, it is but a mere passing pang when compared with
the black, lingering agony of the stake of impalement.

Thus died Nangeza, my _inkosikazi_, she whom I had stolen from the
_isigodhlo_ in times past, and in doing so had thrust my head deep
within the red jaws of death.  Now she died thus, brave, fierce, defiant
to the last; and, _Nkose_--I think it was about time she did.



CHAPTER NINETEEN.

THE WHITE SHIELD.

"Praise on now, ye _izimbonga_, shout aloud, my children," said the
King, "for we are rid of a most pestilent witch, even though Untuswa has
lost his _inkosikazi_.  Well, what matter?  We can find him a new one.
Look, Untuswa.  This stranger is fair.  Will she not make a noble
substitute for the evildoer who sleeps yonder beneath the water?"

Now, _Nkose_, my heart leaped within me at the words; yet I did not like
the tone, for I could see that the King was mocking me, and I suspected
a trap; for Umzilikazi's ways were dark at times, and of late his
suspicions, in one direction or the other, were seldom at rest.  Still,
I answered, as was my wont, boldly--

"She would indeed, Father.  Is this, then, the `word' of the Lion to the
lion-cub?"

All gazed silently and in wonder at my boldness, for none doubted but
that this beautiful stranger should reign queen in the _isigodhlo_.

"Ah, ah, Untuswa," mocked the King.  "Know you not that she is a
sorceress, and such can wed with none?  Yet, it is a pity--a pity," he
added, gazing longingly at the beauty of Lalusini, who stood with a half
smile on her lips, looking down at us as though we were a couple of
children discussing our games.  Indeed, there were not wanting some who
thought, that, noble and stately as the King's presence was, the aspect
of this strange woman was the more royal of the two.

Now, Umzilikazi took up the great white shield, and began examining the
little hole, or rather slit, made by the poisoned dart, murmuring softly
to himself the while.  Then, carefully, he picked up the little weapon
itself, which I had immediately plucked from the royal shield, and flung
down in disgust.  An idea seemed to strike him.

"See, Untuswa, here is a great _muti_ shield," he said.  "It will make a
fitting mate to the dark-handled _umkonto_.  And as it has once stood
between my life and treason, so may it always.  Take it, Untuswa, my
shield-bearer.  It will be seen afar in the line of battle, when the
meat stands ready to the teeth of the lion-cubs.  Take it, Untuswa.  It
is thine."

Speaking thick and fast the words of _bonga_, I bent down and received
this great gift from the hand of the King.  It was a splendid bull-hide
shield, of pure white, and not bound with black facings, as was the way
with those borne by the royal guard.  It was a royal shield, and of the
royal colour, and was tufted with the tail-tuft of a bull, also pure
white.  And now I held two royal gifts: the King's Assegai, and the
great white shield of the King.  And since I had held the first naught
but success had been mine.  What would not follow upon the possession of
the last?

The arrow which Nangeza had thrown we examined also.  It was larger
somewhat than those usually shot by the mountain tribes, and looked as
though it had been made for this purpose.  The point, too, was thick and
green with an ugly poison, which was not all snake-poison, but a mixture
of such with something of the nature of distilled herbs.  Now, from whom
had she obtained that secret?  Then the King and I put our heads
together, and whispered, and some of the royal guard bounded forth, to
return immediately, dragging two men whom we knew to be of our own
_izanusi_; yet not altogether, for they were of a lower class, who
assisted our witch-doctors without being altogether of them.  They were
not our own people, both being of the Bapedi, and as they were brought
before the presence, their knees knocked together, and their eyes
protruded with fear.

"Take that arrow, ye dogs who are no _izanusi_, but cheats," said the
King.  "Now touch each other with the point thereof."

"We are but dust beneath the feet of the King," whined one, yet not
obeying.

"To do this is death, Great Great One," moaned the other.

"Ha!  And do ye hesitate?  Who hesitates to face death at the word of
the King?  And if it is death for most men, ye jackals, is not your
_muti_ strong enough to render this of no avail?  I speak not twice."

So these two grasped the arrow--first one, then the other--and obeyed
the King's word.  And we, bending forward, watched them keenly and with
joy; for we hated these crawling snakes of _izanusi_, who would have
made of themselves, King, army, nation, all rolled into one.  And we
took care that there was no trickery in what they now did.  So it
happened that not long after they had pricked each other with the arrow
they grew heavy and sleepy, and soon rolled over dead, and frothing at
the mouth.  For Umzilikazi judged that these two had supplied Nangeza
with the poison, and there was nothing he loved so much as making the
evil which one had prepared for another the manner whereby that one
himself should fall.

"Now talk we of Kwelanga," he said, when the bodies had been removed.
"Thou, Lalusini, will the little one ever return to us?"

"They who wander abroad by night without weapons of defence run great
danger, O Elephant," she replied.  "When such are but little children,
what chance have they?"

"Yet the witch who is gone accused thee of a hand in her disappearance?"

"Then did she lie, Great Great One," answered Lalusini softly.  "No part
did I bear in this.  Yet one thing my serpent tells me.  Not for ill was
this child of the sunshine saved from reddening the Amandebeli spears
what time the other children of the Amabuna perished thereby.
Wherefore, when her voice again shall be heard, neglect it not, lest a
nation be a nation no more.  Lo, it groweth dark and all things are
night!  I hear the sound of a trampling of feet, of the quiver of spears
as the forest boughs in a gale, the clash and roar of hosts in battle,
the song of victory!"

"And to whom the victory, my sister?" said the King.

Lalusini turned wonderingly at the voice and passed her hand once or
twice over her brow.  Her eyes came back to earth again, and she seemed
as one who has but awakened from a long, deep sleep.  And we who beheld
it were stricken with awe, for we knew that the sorceress had parted
with her spirit for a time; and this, soaring away through the fields of
space and of the future, had beheld that to which her lips had given
utterance, and, indeed, a great deal more to which they had not.  And
now, her vision ended, it; was not within her power to reply to the
King's question.

"Get thee gone now, and rest, my sister, for I perceive that thy powers
are great," said Umzilikazi with a wave of the hand.  And at the signal,
some of the women who hung upon the outskirts of the crowd, came forward
to lead the stranger to a large new hut which had been prepared for her
reception.

When the assembly of the people had dispersed, the King and I still
lingered talking over these matters.

"Is it for good or for ill she has come among us, Untuswa?" he said.

"For good, Great Great One."

"Ha!  So thou ever sayest.  Yet her prophecy as regarded the little one
was strange."

"Strange it was, Black Elephant, but it was not lightly spoken."

"She is a greater magician than this white man, for no such saying,
light or dark, did he ever utter concerning us."

"That is true, Father.  Yet he is a good man."

"And the sayings of that witch who was thy chief wife, Untuswa.  They,
too, were strange."

"_Whau_!  They were the ravings of a jealous and evil-tongued woman,
Calf of a Black Bull.  But now I am without a chief wife, give me, I
pray thee, this sorceress, Father, for there is that about her which I
love, O Stabber of the Sun."

"So, so!" said Umzilikazi, laughing softly, and there was a look on his
face which brought back the days when I, being a boy, desired leave to
_tunga_.  "So, so, Untuswa?  She would make a noble substitute for thy
dead witch?  Ha!  Yet be content, thou holder of the royal spear and the
royal shield."

There was that in the words--in the look--as the King dismissed me which
left an uncomfortable load upon my mind; and, indeed, I felt as though I
had acted like a fool.

Now, as I returned to the huts I occupied when at Kwa'zingwenya upon the
King's business, my two younger wives came about me with words of love
and thankfulness, because my voice had been raised on their behalf when
they were adjudged to die the death which had overtaken Nangeza.  Yet
for these I had no ears and but little patience, for my mind was filled
with the Bakoni sorceress.  Moreover, I now foresaw strife between these
two; for, Nangeza being gone, these would not rest until one or other of
them had taken her place, nor would they suffer me to rest--for so it is
with women: each must always be the greater.  So I answered them but
shortly, bidding them gather up their possessions and start back at once
to my kraal--happy that they could go back well and strong in the flesh,
and not as weeping ghosts whose bodies were dead moaning over the ashes
of their former home.  But for my part I chose to remain at
Kwa'zingwenya for a space, for I feared lest Lalusini should escape me
again.  Yet was I as powerless with regard to her as the lowest of our
Amaholi; for was not her life the property of the King, even as the
lives of all of us?  Truly within the nation I was great.  Yet did my
will cross that of the King and--_Au_! where is the smoke of yesterday's
fire?

Thinking such thoughts, I was wandering at eventide between the great
kraal and the river when I came upon old Masuka gathering herbs.

"Greeting, thou holder of the royal spear and the royal shield," said
the old man, looking at me sideways, like a bird, out of his bright
eyes.  Again I felt uneasy, for his words were exactly those which the
King had uttered--his tone mocking and ill-omened.

"Greeting, my father," I answered, trying to seem unconcerned.  "Now we
have yet another magician among us--this time a female one."

"That is so, Untuswa.  Ah, ah! what was my `word' to thee?  `The
she-eagle will return and--the alligators shall be fed.'  Did I lie in
that?"

"Not so, my father.  Truth was there in the word, for it has been shown
this day."

"Your black cow has given good milk, my son.  _Whau_, Untuswa!  You
should be an _isanusi_ yourself, who did so readily read the way of the
Bakoni witch-song.  But now great things are to come upon us--upon you:
yes--strange things."

"What is the strangest thing which is to come upon me, my father?"  I
said, again seeking to pry into the future.

"Ha!  The place of the Three Rifts," he answered, darkly.

"But I know not such a place, my father."

"Thou wilt know it, Untuswa; thou wilt know it--one day."

No more would the old man tell, and so I left him, pondering greatly
over these things as I went.  And it seemed to me that the air was dark
with sorcery and magic, and that snares lay spread all around, lurking
for the steps of him who should tread unwarily; and, indeed, this was
so, for the old Mosutu's foresight was no mere empty frothing, but of
portentous weight, as, indeed, were all his utterances.

While these things were in progress, _Nkose_, the white priest was
absent from Kwa'zingwenya; for since the day of his interference at the
Pool of the Alligators, the King chose, when possible, to find some
pretext for removing him to a distance what time evil-doers were to die
the death.  For if the stranger were again to interfere, he, too, must
die, for it would be impossible to overlook such rebellion a second
time, even from a white man.  Now, Umzilikazi did not desire his death,
wherefore he would direct that some should lure the stranger to a
distant kraal, on the pretence that certain people there were eager to
listen to his teaching, all in accordance with the crafty scheme which
had kept him from pursuing his journey to the south, and rendered him
content to remain among us.  And, no matter what the weather, no matter
how great his own fatigue, upon receiving such a call, the white priest
would start immediately, through heat or cold or storm, though the
rivers were in flood or sickness lurked in the low-lying swamps.  So it
had been in this instance; and not until several days had gone by since
the death of Nangeza did he return, weary with travel, and sad that his
teachings should be of so small avail.

But very much more sad was he on learning of the disappearance of
Kwelanga, and he wept, that white _isanusi_; for he loved the little
one, who, after all, was of his own colour, the only one of such among
us.  And he, like ourselves, doubted not but that she had been slain and
devoured by wild beasts.  Yet, loudly did he give thanks to the King who
had permitted him to perform the water-rite over her; since by this, he
said, though her body were dead, her spirit should live in happiness
forever.  And we, hearing these words, glanced at one another with
meaning.  Did they not accord with Lalusini's saying, that again should
Kwelanga's voice be heard, though with a warning, forasmuch that not for
ill had we saved her alive when all others were slain?

Now, although this white priest had declared in a friendly manner
towards old Masuka, and, indeed, showed no enmity towards our own
_izanusi_, his mind seemed evil towards Lalusini.  Her he could never be
brought to regard with over-great friendliness, but yet was guarded in
his utterances; and, while he looked upon her coldly, said naught
against her.  But she, for her part, in nowise seemed to return his
manner, for she ever spake softly and kindly to him--even as she did to
all--but in a way as though she herself were too great to feel enmity or
ill-will to such small things as those around her.  And this, indeed,
was partly true.



CHAPTER TWENTY.

DREAMS--NEW AND GREAT.

Now, time went by, and of Lalusini I saw nothing, nor could I find
opportunity of speaking with her alone.  I was greatly troubled in mind,
too; for I thought the King desired her--he who cared not usually about
women--and my days were heavy and my dreams dark.

We were seated alone, the King and I.  We had been talking over many
things, as our way was; for Umzilikazi seemed to trust me more and more,
till it was whispered that I had become the most powerful man in the
nation, young as I was--more powerful than Mcumbete, the chief _induna_,
or even than Kalipe, the commander of the army.  As we sat thus, the
King said--

"It seems to me, son of Ntelani, that we have sorcerers enough and to
spare.  Now this one which came last among us is one too many.
Wherefore, as she is young and well-favoured, I will take her to wife,
so shall she practise sorcery no more."

Here was a dark curtain for my eyes--I, who loved Lalusini.  But I only
answered that it was good--that the small wishes of the King were the
great ones of his children.

"That is well said, Untuswa!  Go now, and bring hither this sorceress,
that she may learn to what great end she was born."

I saluted, and, going forth, proceeded straight to Lalusini's hut,
sending in women to tell her the Great Great One desired speech with
her.  Then I returned to the King, fearing to be alone with Lalusini,
lest I should by word or look betray myself--betray us both.  And as I
went I remembered her words, spoken first in the hiding-place up yonder,
on the mountain of death: "There is that by which even Umzilikazi dare
not wed me."  What was behind this saying?  For a matter which should
come between the King and his will must indeed be weighty--nothing less
than one of life or death.

Lalusini stood before the King, royal in the stately splendour of her
beauty; her large eyes smiling down upon him as she uttered the _Bayete_
in a voice like the murmuring of trees, yet not bending over much.

"_Whau_!  It shall be so!"  I heard him mutter, after gazing at her for
a short space in silence and admiration.

"Hearken, my sister!" he said aloud.  "Among this people there are
sorcerers and diviners enough already.  And now thou art another of
them--yet thy _muti_ is great."

"Would the King sit here to-day, but for that _muti_?" she answered.
"Here or on a darker seat?  Yet it matters not that I should wander
again if I am to find no resting-place among this people.  Still, there
are others."

"That is not my mind, thou who art from nowhere," said Umzilikazi.
"Thou art indeed fair and goodly enough for a queen--and a queen thou
shalt be.  Thou shalt be at the head of the _isigodhlo_, and the delight
of a King."

Now my eyes were fixed upon the face of Lalusini; but over it came no
change.

"That cannot be, Great Great One!" she answered.

"Cannot be?  Ha!" cried Umzilikazi, gazing at her in displeasure and
amazement.  "Are, then, the wishes of a King to be uttered twice?"

"Thou art all-powerful, O Black Elephant," she said.  "The elephant may
rend down forest-trees and loosen rocks with his might.  Yet even he
cannot walk against a broad river in flood.  There is a law which is
greater than even the wishes of the mightiest of kings."

"What meanest thou, my sister?" said Umzilikazi, in a low but terrible
voice.

"Thou doest well to call me thus, son of Matyobane; for within me runs
the blood of Matyobane."

"Ha!"

So great was his astonishment that for a space, save that one amazed
gasp, no word could the King utter.  Now stood revealed the meaning of
that saying of hers; for, _Nkose_, so strict is this custom among us
Amazulu, that no man may take to wife any girl within whose veins runs a
drop of his own blood, or, indeed, as to whom exists the barest
suspicion that such may be the case.  Wherefore, in declaring herself to
be of the blood of Umzilikazi's father, Lalusini knew that even the King
himself dare not take her to wife; nor, indeed, would he desire to, once
convinced of the truth of her words.

"Is this indeed so?" he said at last, frowning suspiciously, for a king
likes not to be balked in the desire of his heart, be the reason never
so good.

"Say, then, who was thy father?"

"First look at me; Great Great One.  Are we not of a royal tree, we in
whom runs the same blood?"

Now the King started slightly, and I, too, marking that royal stamp
which rested upon Lalusini, saw for the first time a certain degree of
likeness between them.

"Of my father I cannot speak," she went on.  "My mother was Laliwa,
sister of Matyobane."

"_Au_!"

"A wonder!" broke from myself and the King at once.  For she had named
one of the inferior wives of Tshaka the Terrible.  Well might we cry out
in amazement.  This strange beautiful woman, this sorceress of the
Bakoni, whose witcheries had inspired both of us with love for her, was
of the royal house of Senzangakona, was the daughter of that mighty
king, the terror of whose name spread as far as it was known--and even
among ourselves--the great Tshaka, from whom we had revolted and fled.
Truly indeed had she spoken when saying that she came of a stock greater
than that of Umzilikazi.

"Wonderful things have we heard to-day," said the King.  Then jestingly:
"Say, daughter of the Lion whose roar is now silent!  Here is a valiant
fighter, my war-captain and councillor, Untuswa.  Wouldst thou not wed
with such, the gates of the _isigodhlo_ being now closed?"

Lalusini turned her eyes full upon me for the first time, and the glance
expressed amusement, yet beneath it I could discern something more.

"Did I mate with any, it would indeed be with such a warrior," she said.
"But this is not the day for thoughts of such things, O son of
Matyobane, for great events are maturing."

"And these events--are they for good or for ill?" said Umzilikazi.

"For good or for ill?  Ha!  There is a darkness over the earth, yet not
the darkness of night.  Lo, I see the world beneath the glow of the full
moon, and it is bright as noonday, though softer.  And now it is dark,
and the face of the moon is wrapped in blackness until it shines forth
once more.  Then beware, King and founder of a new nation; for the
scream of the vultures is borne upon the winds from afar, crying that a
banquet awaits--yes, a banquet awaits!"

Now, Lalusini had sunk back into the state of one who dreams, and when
she awakened, returning as it were to earth once more, she seemed not to
know what words she had uttered, or, indeed, if she had uttered any.
But the King and I forgot them not, and often afterwards did we talk
them over together.

Now Lalusini began to sing in a strange, far-distant tone, and low, but
the words were in the Bakoni tongue, and were mysterious enough even to
me.  And the song was of a shield, and seemed to tell of battle and of
blood.

"See, Great Great One," she cried, ceasing, and pointing to the white
shield which the King had given me.  "He who bears yonder shield must
not part from it, even for a space, until after the blackness of the
moon.  Then it may be that he will part with it forever--yet not."

Her words were dark now, yet, in the fulness of time, were they to be
made plain enough.  But the King, dissatisfied, pressed for an
explanation.

"Seek not to look into the mysteries of my magic, son of Matyobane," she
replied, utterly fearless, "for to do so is to render them evil."

"And I fear not such.  No dread do I stand in of the sorcery of any.
Ask now, my sister--where is Isilwane, once head of the _izanusi_?
Where Notalwa--and others?" said Umzilikazi, frowning.

"Yet, let will be.  Say, Calf of a Black Bull--was my _muti_ for good or
for ill, that guided the shield now borne by Untuswa?  The magic of the
Bakoni is as superior to that of the Amazulu as the might in battle of
these last is to that of the peoples they have made an end of."

"What now is thy story, my sister?" said the King, leaving that
question.  And some of her story Lalusini gave us then and there--how
that she alone of all his children would Tshakathe Mighty recognise,
even if there were any others who were not slain, for that King desired
not children, lest, growing up, they should plot against him and depose
him.  Lalusini, however, he destined to some great though hidden end,
and caused the land far and wide to be searched for those who could
teach her the deeper and most hidden mysteries of their magic.  Then it
befell that the two brothers of Tshaka--Dingane and Mhlangana--rose up
against the Great One and slew him, and Lalusini with her mother,
Laliwa, and some others, fled afar to escape the death of the spear, and
after many wanderings and perils reached the land of the Bakoni, which
they deemed remote enough from Dingane.  Here Tauane, the chief of that
people, would have wedded her, but she would have none of him or his
plans.

"_Au_! that dog who is burnt!" cried Umzilikazi.  "I would he were here
again, that I might make him once more taste fire.  _Au_!  A dog, to
think to blend the branches of the royal stem of Senzangakona with the
rank weeds of his jackal tribe."

"Not to no purpose had I learned the magic of the wise," went on
Lalusini.  "I divined your coming, Great Great One; yes, long before
Untuswa's first embassy appeared in the land, and I welcomed it.
Nothing of it did I say in warning to Tauane and the People of the Blue
 Cattle, save darkly, and, as it were, in jest.  And they
mocked."

"If you welcomed our coming, my sister, why didst thou disappear into
air for a space thereafter?" said Umzilikazi cunningly.

"Ha! no evil lay behind that, son of Matyobane.  Can two bulls of equal
size dwell in one kraal?  Yet Zululand is now just such a kraal, having
two kings, Dingane and Mhlangana.  Yet it should have but one."

"_Hau_!" cried the King.  "Should that one be Dingane?"

"Not Dingane should it be, Elephant of the Amandebeli," she replied.

"Mhlangana, then?"

"Not Mhlangana, Great Great One in whom flows the blood of my mother."

"Ha!  Who, then, Queen of the Bakoni _muti_?"

"Umzilikazi, the son of Matyobane."

"Ha!" broke from us both at the surpassing boldness of this declaration;
and for some moments we sat staring in silence at this wonderful woman.
Then the King took snuff, and, as he did so, I well knew what was
passing in his mind.  For, had but another regiment or two cleaved to
us, what time the Amandebeli and we of the Umtetwa tribe, and others,
fled from Zululand, no flight need we have made at all.  We would have
marched to Dukuza, and eaten up the whole usurping House of
Senzangakona.  Ofttimes had the King thus talked to me since; sorrowing
even now, when it was too late, that the opportunity should have been
allowed to pass.  And now this woman--this sorceress of a strange tribe,
yet claiming mighty descent--came thus to hold before Umzilikazi's gaze
a vision of such power as, even in the fulness of his might, the great
Tshaka had never wielded.  To combine the warrior strength of our nation
with that of the parent stock of Zululand!  _Whau_! there was a destiny!
We should rule the world itself with such a power behind us.  No wonder
a strange light gleamed in the eyes of the King as they beheld such a
vision.

"And how shall this be brought about, Lalusini?" he said; more to say
something than because uncertain as to what her reply would be.

"What nation can _konza_ to two kings?" she answered.  "Sooner or later
its choice must be made.  One or both must fall.  Then is the time for
him who was born to be great."

"And if but one fall?"

"Then let the other follow, and speedily.  Ha! who would be great and
run no risks!  There are many in Zululand yet--many who are still young,
as well as others--who remember how the son of Matyobane led them in
battle.  Many who, sitting in their huts at night, whisper, with their
hands to their mouths, the name of Umzilikazi.  For the foot of those of
the House of Senzangakona treads heavily."

"And how know you all this, my sister?" said the King, looking sharply
at her.

"Wherefore did I disappear into air for a space?" was her reply, with
just a shade of meaning, quoting Umzilikazi's words.

"Ha!  And when the House of Senzangakona is overthrown, what wilt thou,
Lalusini, thou who art of that house thyself?"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge?  For the death of the Black One who begat thee?" said
Umzilikazi.

"Revenge!--and one other thing, and this the King will not refuse?"

"And that is--?"

"The time to declare it is not yet, Great Great One."



CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

"THE PLACE OF THE THREE RIFTS."

Now, in the days which followed upon the revelation of Lalusini's birth
and parentage, and the prospects and possibilities at which she more
than hinted, the mind of the King seemed to contain but one thought, and
that was the greatness which might be his by boldly risking all to seize
it, by judgment in choosing the right time.  To this end he would
converse with her for a whole day at a time, and, in some wise at least,
every day.  Indeed, the predictions and influence of the beautiful
sorceress seemed to thrust those of old Masuka quite into the
background, and seldom now were his divinations required.  Yet, _Nkose_,
that astonishing old bag of bones seemed in nowise to resent this waning
of the royal favour.  His bright, keen eyes would flash forth a laugh
when he met or passed Lalusini, but in his greetings of her there was no
tone of envy or of ill-will.  Even the white priest the King seldom
conversed with in those days; nor was this strange, for with such an
immense undertaking before our eyes, involving war, and bloodshed, such
as, perhaps, the Zulu nation--and certainly our own--had never seen,
Umzilikazi had little desire for the conversation of one whose preaching
was all of peace.  _Whau_!  What had we to do with peace, we who sought
the overthrow of mighty Kings?  But the white man cared little for this
neglect.  As long as he was allowed to go about the country striving to
win men to his teaching, he was happy.

Now, in these conversations I also took part, I alone being in the
secret, for Umzilikazi ordered that no word as to Lalusini's birth or
his own schemes should leak out.  Moreover, now I found opportunities of
talking alone with her, such as I had dared not before seek.

"Well, Untuswa?" she said, mockingly, one day, when we two talked alone.
"So, when the eagle's nest was empty and the she-eagle had gone, your
first thought was that the lion you had then slain had robbed the nest?"

"Who says I slew a lion that day, Lalusini, for I searched the whole
mountain, yet upon it was none, save only myself?"

"Ah, ah! son of Ntelani," she laughed.  "Thou who, with one other, didst
fight against the whole Bakoni nation, art a child before the Bakoni
_muti_.  Be patient.  Great things will happen soon."

"Patient--_Hau_!  It seems to me that we draw no nearer one to another,
Lalusini.  And I like it not."

"Yet I have managed to keep outside the _isigodhlo_, Untuswa," and again
she laughed.  "Did I speak truly in that matter?"

"Truly, indeed," I answered.

"That is well said, valiant fighter, whose greatness is gained by means
of women."

"By means of women?"  I repeated, thinking she was again mocking me.
"Now, how can that be, Lalusini, seeing that I lead the King's army, and
am ever in the front of the battle?"

"And how earnest thou to win the King's Assegai, and with it the place
of a commander in the King's armies?  Was it not through a woman?  Tell
me that, Untuswa."

"It was, indeed," I answered, remembering Nangeza, and how my
foolishness in stealing her from the _isigodhlo_ had won me life and
great honour, instead of the death which I had expected and deserved.

"And how earnest thou to win the white shield--the _muti_ shield?  See
thou part not from it, Untuswa.  Was it not through two women: she who
would have dealt the death which it turned away, and she whose wisdom
entered thy brain at the right moment?  Tell me that, son of Ntelani."

"That, too, is the truth, daughter of Kings," I answered.  "But I would
ask this: If Umzilikazi sits in the seat of Dingane, in whose seat am I
to sit?"

She laughed softly, musically.

"Ah! ah!  Untuswa.  Remember my offer to you in the cave of the eagle's
nest.  Was it not to rule over a great nation?"

"_Hau_!"  I cried in amazement, seeing the whole truth.  Yet could it be
real?  I, Untuswa, who, though now an _induna_ of weight, was but
yesterday a boy.  I, Untuswa, had been chosen by this daughter of a
royal house--a powerful sorceress, and withal beautiful beyond any woman
I had ever seen--to aid her in recovering the throne of Tshaka the
Mighty, and to rule over the great Zulu nation as King.  And this
greatness I had thrust away from me!

"Thou art young yet, Untuswa, though thy deeds have been many and thy
name is feared," she answered, smiling up at me in a kind of pity, and
yet I thought with much love in her eyes.  "Yet what thou hast done is
only a beginning, and what the white shield has done is only a
beginning.  See thou part not from it."

"Never will I part from it," I declared.  "And so, Lalusini, this
greatness which was held out to me in the cave like the eagle's nest is
now held out to Umzilikazi?"

"Young still--impatient ever--yet an _induna_," she said, looking at me
as she had done in the old days, when I kept her hidden away, and my
visits were stealthy, and made at the risk of my life.  "This greatness
is for him who may seize it--thou who wouldst love the daughter of a
race of kings."

"That will I do, and seize upon the greatness also," I said.  "Give me
but the chance, Lalusini."

"The chance shall come, but by a way of fear and blood, _induna_ of the
King, who hast but begun to live.  It may be that we shall be great
together--or--shall sit down in darkness forever [Note]--yet not even
that, for the vultures and jackals will grow fat."

Now, towards the full of the moon I was sent by the King upon military
business--which was to levy drafts of young men upon certain outlying
kraals to the southward.  This occupied many days, for the distances to
be traversed were great, yet so eager were all to bear arms in those
days that even the very children would beg to be enrolled, and parties
of them, flourishing sticks and singing war-songs, would march for some
distance beside the new warriors on their journey to the military kraals
whither these were consigned.  Upon this service I was accompanied by my
brother, Mgwali, and four men of my own kraal.  Our journeyings brought
us to a high jagged mountain range, called Inkume, beyond which lay a
wild waste country, where none of us dwelt, for it was swampy at the
time of the rains and not over-healthy, though some of us would now and
again visit it to hunt, for game abounded there.

Now, _Nkose_, I know not how it was unless that, having so much to do
with magic and sorcery, I was becoming half _isanusi_ myself, but
something moved me to penetrate beyond this range.  I told myself it was
to hunt; yet it was not to hunt.  I told myself the lions on that side
must be strong and large, and I would kill one or two and make for
myself some famous war adornments with the mane and tail; yet I knew
that I cared little if I found lions or not.  Something within myself
seemed to urge me onward.  Each jagged and fantastic point of
overhanging rock seemed to beckon me forward.  In the voices of the male
baboons crying hoarsely from the crags, in the scream of the black
tufted eagle wheeling lazily in the blue heights, I seemed to hear
words--tones--calling me ever onward.  It was fearsome, it was as a
thing of _tagati_ as I plunged deeper and deeper into the great pass
which wound through the heart of the mountain range.  The lofty cliff
walls overhanging my way seemed to stoop, as though to overwhelm me in
the mournful blackness which now brooded from the gloomy
mountain-shadows; for the sun was already beginning to sink.

I had sent back Mgwali and the others, for something moved me to
undertake this expedition alone.  I was armed with the great and
splendid spear--the King's Assegai--two or three light casting ones, and
a heavy short-handled knobstick; also I carried the great white shield
which had saved the King's life, for, although, when not on a war
expedition, it is our custom only to carry small ornamental shields,
yet, remembering Lalusini's oft-repeated warning, I never parted with
this one, even when I slept.

The land here was rolling and grassy, dotted with little clusters of
trees and bush, and over the plain herds of game were frisking.  Far
off, waving above the tree-tops, I could make out the snake-like necks
of tall giraffes, browsing on the tender shoots; and yet the desire to
kill game seemed to have left me, as I walked on and on, thinking of
Lalusini and the strange things she had presaged as about to befall our
nation--also the great destiny which she had darkly hinted might await
myself.

When I turned to retrace my steps, lo! the sun had set below the rim of
the world.  But upon the tall, smooth-faced cliffs, which sheered upward
to the sharp ridge of Inkume, lay an afterglow of surpassing
brilliancy--a strange, weird, boding light, as though they had been
plunged in a sea of blood.  Blood-red, too, were the spurs of the great
range.  _Hau_!  It was wonderful, it was terrifying, it was _tagati_!
Never did I behold anything like it before.

And now, as I gazed in marvel and awe, the redness grew deeper, then
faded; and the great rocks took on a colour as of the livid
blue-blackness of a mighty thunder-cloud.  And as the shadows were
thrown out thus clearly, and every line stood forth, while every hollow
receded into gloom, I noticed that the mountains here swept round into
almost a half-circle.  In front opened the mouth of the pass through
which I had come, while on the one hand and on the other a deep, gloomy
rift--bush-grown, overhung--ran up far into the heart of the range.
_Hau_!  It was as if a cold thing were creeping up my back; for now, as
plainly as though they were shouted in my ears, came old Masuka's words,
"The Place of the Three Rifts!"

So I stood and gazed, my hand to my mouth, in amazement, in awe.  This,
then, was "The Place of the Three Rifts," Here it was that strange
things were to come upon me--so had predicted the old Mosutu.

Now day had faded into night, and already the shadows of forest and
plain were blended together.  Already the voices of the darkness were
raised--the howl of ravening hyenas; the shrill cry of jackals; the
wild, yelling bay of wild dogs, ordering the plan of their hunt! and,
withal, the croaking of innumerable frogs in the adjoining reed-bed, the
screech of the tree-crickets, and the whirr of the night-hawk.  And
beneath the misty loom of the tall cliffs it seemed to me that the
voices of dark ghosts were calling one to another.  "The Place of the
Three Rifts!"  _Whau_!  I would rather engage the wagon-fort of the
Amabuna again single-handed than face what might be before me ere
morning should break upon that fearsome wizard glen.

While I stood thus, with a strange _tagati_ spell upon me, as firmly
rooted as one of the trees growing around, a glow burned in the sky
afar, and the land grew light again, as a broad, full moon rose beyond
the rim of the world, soaring slowly aloft, a great golden ball.  And
now the fear began to leave me, for I could see again.  Moreover, it is
only in the darkness that evil ghosts love to move; or, at any rate, are
at their worst.  Yet ever, in the tones of the wild creatures of the
plain--in the cavernous echo of the sentinel baboon's resounding bark,
high up among the crags--it seemed that wizard voices were calling--
grim, threatening, unceasing.

Now I moved forward, as though to root up the dread that was upon me.
Moreover, I feared to face that dreadful pass--full of _tagati_ and all
evil things--in the darkness.  And even then there broke from its
portals such a wild, wailing, ghost-like howl, which rose in innumerable
clamours, surging in a hundred voices around the caves and corners of
the rocks--now roaring, now in strange and whistling scream.  _Hau_!
All the terrors of this spell of wizardry returned.  Right in the
moon-path, between each jutting elbow of the cliff portals, was a huge
beast--ghost-like unto a hyena, yet four times larger, and more
evil-looking than the largest of those foul and loathsome creatures in
mortal life.  Squatted on its haunches, its horrible head thrown back,
and fangs, now glistening white, now concealed, it bayed hideously to
the moon; and I, who feared not death in blood, in any shape or form,
felt this ghost-voice go through me, turning my blood to water.  This
was no real animal, but a terrible ghost.  Not to sit in the seat of
Dingane would I again thread that pass until the fair and beauteous
sun-rays should once more make glad the face of the world, dispersing
such to their own abodes of horror and of gloom.

Silently I drew back among the shadows, for I feared to be seen by this
ghost-like animal.  Then spying a place where the rocks above me seemed
to offer a secure hiding-place, which could only be approached from one
side, I seized a branch of a tree which was rooted in a cleft, and swung
myself up as noiselessly as possible.

I was right in the selection of my hiding-place so far.  There was but
one way up to it--that by which I had come.  Yet behind anything,
anybody, might drop down upon me from above.  And now that I was here
the spell of dread which had been upon me seemed to fade.  I thought I
could hear the wild, sweet singing of Lalusini, soothing me to sleep.
The next thing--_au_!  I was asleep.  At first, strange visions chased
each other across my dreams.  Then I dreamed no more, but slept heavily,
for I was weary.

_Au, Nkose_!  How shall I say what next befell?  For I saw before me
Kwelanga, the little white child whom I had saved from the red
spear-blades of our warriors in the wagon-fort of the Amabuna.  There
she stood, the golden sunlight of her hair dispelling the night; her
great blue eyes wide open, and fixed upon mine in terrible fear and
anxiety.  Then my sleep became dreamless once more.

"Untuswa, my father!  Wake, Untuswa, for thy life's sake!"

Clear--clear through the night--sounded her voice, the voice of the
little one whom we had lost.  It sounded in warning.

"Waken, waken, Untuswa, my father!  Waken for thy life's sake; lest a
nation be a nation no more!"

Now I leaped up; noiselessly, cautiously, as is our habit when alarmed.
So strangely clear, so distinct the voice, that I gazed eagerly around,
expecting to behold the little one standing before me in the moonlight.
And her last words!  "Lest a nation be a nation no more."  _Whau_!  Even
such had been the words of Lalusini, in her divining vision, when she
declared that again should that voice be heard in warning, and charging
that its utterances should not be neglected.  But the apparition of my
dream had faded.  I was alone in the silence of the night.

Then, _Nkose_, I could have wept, for I had loved the little one; and
now, deceived by my dream, had hoped to have, by some wonderful means,
discovered her, alive and well.  For the moment, I forgot all wizardry
and presages, as I peered around, calling her softly by name.  And then
came a sound which put all other thoughts to flight, and stirred my
blood until it tingled again--the sound which is as no other--the
quivering rattle of assegai-hafts held bunched together in the hands of
warriors.

Who were these, moving thus abroad at midnight?  Surely, none of our
people would find themselves away here in this wizard spot at such an
hour.  Ha!  Could it be some of our own people who had come in search of
me, seeing I did not return?  Yet, somehow, this did not seem the
explanation of it.

While I listened, the sounds were drawing nearer, and they were above
me; and now, with the rattle of the supple wood, came the deep smothered
tone of a voice or two.  Then, before I could move to carry out the plan
of concealment which my instinct prompted, there dropped down into the
little hollow wherein I stood ten or a dozen men.

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Note: This is an allusion--first, to the Zulu method of burying the dead
in a sitting posture; second, to the custom of leaving the bodies of
those executed for a criminal offence exposed to the carrion beasts and
birds, a practice somewhat analogous to the not so very old English one
of gibbeting highwaymen and other malefactors in chains.



CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

OF THE BLACKENING OF THE MOON.

They were fully armed, these men.  Each carried the large war-shield and
broad assegai.  Further, they were plumed and otherwise adorned as
warriors upon a hostile expedition.  In the light of the moon I could
see that they were all _amakehla_, or head-ringed men, of middle age,
straight and tall, and, indeed, the very pick and flower of such an
_impi_ as any _induna_ might be proud to command.  But who were they?
Not one of their faces was known to me.  Clearly they were not of our
own people; and, if not, who were they?

They halted on seeing me, uttering a quick murmur of surprise, yet not
of a surprise that was over great.  Then they lowered their weapons,
and, tossing aloft their right hands, they exclaimed--

"_Bayete_!"

Yes; to me they cried the _Bayete_, these warriors--_Bayete_, the salute
of a King--to me, Untuswa!  In truth, the old Mosutu _isanusi_ spoke not
falsely when he declared that the strangest thing would happen to me in
the Place of the Three Rifts, for here was I being hailed by armed
warriors as a King.  For a moment the thought crossed my mind that the
Great Great One was no more, and that the people had elected me to sit
in his seat, and had sent to find me, but only for a moment.  For the
light of the moon was strong, and of the faces of these not one did I
know.

"_Yeh-bo_!"  I answered, in a deep, muttering tone, some instinct moving
me to hide my real voice as much as might be.  And I stood straight and
erect, waiting for them to continue.

"We have explored this mountain range far on either hand, O Greater of
the Twin Stars of the Heavens," said the foremost, "yet there is no way
by which our _impis_ may cross save by yon gloomy pass.  And in the
mouth thereof sits some strange wizard beast and dismally howls."

"It is even as Silwane has said, more valiant of two Kings," declared
another.

"Greater of the Twin Stars of the Heavens!"

"Way by which our _impis_ may cross!"  Who was the man addressing?  To
what _impis_ did he make reference?  _Hau_! was this part of the
wizardry of the place?  And then, _Nkose_, as the real truth flashed
upon me, I knew not whether I were living or dead.  These warriors were
the advance guard of an _impi_ coming from Zululand.  "_Bayete_,"--the
royal salute; "Greater of the Twin Stars," must have been intended for
one of the two Kings, brothers, then reigning over Zululand, Dingane or
Mhlangana.  And for one of them these men were mistaking me.

I would ask you, _Nkose_, was ever any man in such a position?  The
invading _impi_ must be of immense size if commanded in person by a
King, and it was sent to crush us.  That was as clear as noonday.  Now,
indeed, I had a part to play.  Were the mistake discovered, I could
hardly escape with my life, and, in that case, our whole nation, taken
completely by surprise, would be assailed without warning, and, it might
be, utterly exterminated.  Fortunately, my back was to the moon, whereas
they were facing it.

"What is thy will, Father?" went on the man who had been named Silwane.
"Shall we send back to hurry on the companies, and force this pass
tomorrow night?  Yet, it will be better to leave it until the night
after."

"Till the night after?"  I said, questioningly, desiring to speak in as
few words as possible, lest my voice should betray me, and yet thirsting
for more information.

"It will be better so, Greater of two Kings," went on Silwane.  "Unless
we fall upon these Amandebeli by surprise, _au_! the good fortune which
was theirs on the Kwahlamba may still be with them; for, unless they
have _impis_ out elsewhere, the force they can bring against us can
hardly be less than our own."

This was news which caused my heart to leap with joy, only to droop
again immediately, for I recollected that a large _impi_ had gone forth
under Kalipe to eat up two chiefs who dwelt to the northward, and who
had failed to pay their tribute, thinking themselves strong enough.
True, its return was daily expected, but up till now there had been no
sign thereof.  Of course, in my character of supposed King, I was in
favour of the delay, and, indeed, would have ordered yet further, but
dared not.  The more uncertain were my orders the better, for he whom I
was now personating might really have decided views of his own of a
contrary policy.  _Whau, Nkose_! in truth was I walking between spears,
even as when I put my own words into the mouth of the Bakoni chief in
the sight of Umzilikazi and the whole nation.  Fortunately, boy as I was
before we left Zululand, I had often seen the princes of the House of
Senzangakona, and remembered their voices, which I now strove to
imitate.  And I wanted to find out which of the two Kings I was supposed
to be.

"Thy plan is good, Silwane," I said, and then, carelessly, "_Whau_!  I
know not.  I who am but a child.  I would that the other of the Twin
Stars of the Heavens were by me now, for his judgment in such matters is
greater than mine.  What think you, Silwane?"

"_Au_!" he cried.  "He who sits at Umkunkundhlovu has the wisdom of
nations.  But it is thou who art skilled in war, O Mhlangana, Twin Star
of the Amazulu."

Ha!  It was Mhlangana then whom I was representing, not Dingane.  But
where was that prince himself?  He might appear at any moment, and
then--

"Umzilikazi knows well how to use mountain passes," I said, laughing to
myself as I thought of the way we beat back Tshaka's _impi_.
"Wherefore, move not the soldiers until moonrise to-morrow night, and
enter the pass when darkness shall fall on the night after.  Meanwhile
let none draw near this mountain chain, lest they be sighted by those
whom we are come to stamp flat--none, no, not one."

"And those who are already posted upon the height, father?"

"Let them remain," I said, "but let them keep well concealed.  Stay,
where are they posted?"

"Yonder, where the two patches of scrub crown the projecting spur, Great
Great One," said the _induna_, pointing to a place which I could see,
luckily without turning my head, for had the moonbeams fallen on my face
that moment I were lost.

"Ha!  But one picket?  It seems I ordered two to be posted," I said
carelessly.

"One was indeed thy order, Serpent of Wisdom," replied Silwane.  "Yet
there are five men in it.  Shall I send up and bid two of them take up
other position elsewhere?"

"Let be, it matters not," I answered, still carelessly.  "Ten eyes
should surely, from such a point, command half the world."

You will observe, _Nkose_, that I had found out four things: that a huge
Zulu _impi_ was advancing to surprise and utterly destroy us; that in
strength it scarcely exceeded that of our whole nation; that it was led
in person by Mhlangana, one of the brother Kings of Zululand; and that
it would cross the mountains at a certain time.  It only remained for me
now to do one thing more to complete the trap into which I intended that
the might of Zululand should advance--and fall.

"That look-out is sufficient," I continued, after a moment's pause.
"Yet I think that it is not needful to wait until dark to enter the
pass.  It may be done at mid-day, if those upon the watch-place signal
that none are about.  Then that night shall the flames of Kwa'zingwenya
light the triumph dance of the might of the People of the Heavens.  Let
it be known, then, that a white blanket be waved thrice if the way is
open."

"We hear you, Father," answered the warriors.  "The plan will not fail.
By the King's white shield, but the rebel Umzilikazi may soon sit down
in darkness forever."

"_The King's white shield_!"  Now I saw yet further light.  For,
accompanying these words, the glances of the warriors had fallen
meaningly upon the white shield which I carried--the pure white shield
without spot of any other colour--the shield which had saved the life of
a king, and was now the means of saving the life of a king once more,
and also the life of a nation.  This was how the mistake occurred; this
was how they had taken me for Mhlangana, seeing the great white royal
shield in the moonlight.  But where was Mhlangana?

I said just now, _Nkose_, that there only remained for me one thing more
to do, yet, having done it, I found there remained another; and this
was, to effect a speedy and safe retreat from a position to which any
moment might bring an end--resulting in my own death and the destruction
of our nation.  How was this to be effected?  I dared not move or turn
ever so slightly lest the light, falling upon my face, should betray me.
To send these men away, and myself remain behind, might arouse their
suspicion, and, over and above these considerations, the real Mhlangana
might appear at any moment.  Truly, _Nkose_, it required all the _muti_
that old Masuka, and the white _isanusi_, and Lalusini, and all the
greatest magicians the world ever saw, could devise to find me a way out
of that trap.

But while these thoughts were racing through my mind a confused murmur
rose among the group of warriors.  A murmur of astonishment, even of a
little alarm.  Their faces were turned skyward, seeming to look beyond
me as I stood; and, lo! the light had grown so dim that scarcely could I
distinguish their features, up till now so plainly visible.

"_Au_!" they cried.  "The moon!  The moon!  It grows black!"

Now I turned also, deeming it safe to do so, yet with caution, and
covering half my face as though bringing my hand up in astonishment.
And what I beheld was indeed portentous.

Over the face of the moon a black curtain was spreading slowly, slowly--
veiling it not as a cloud veils it, but completely.  While we had been
talking, we had not noticed the fading light.  Now, as we looked, lo!
the half of the great golden ball was black.  Higher, higher--farther,
farther, crept this curtain, till none was left but the outside rim.
All the rest of it was black.  The world was in darkness.

Now, I had seen something of this kind before; but never before or since
have I seen the moon grow so utterly, so completely, black.  It seemed
darker than the darkest night; yet, in reality, it was not so; but there
was a cold and wizard-like breathing in the night air, and even the
voices of the creatures of the waste were hushed.  And heavy upon my
mind lay Lalusini's warning, and the words of her waking vision, uttered
before the King, and relating to the blackening of the moon and of the
feast which awaited the vultures.  It was all plain enough now; ah, yes!
the vultures would soon have a gigantic feast, indeed; but--of whom
would it consist--of ourselves, or of the invading might of the two
brothers, the Zulu Kings?

Now I saw in the darkness a wide door open for my escape from my
perilous position.

"We will return now, my children, having found out all we desire to
know," I said.

"_Yeh-bo, Nkulu 'nkulu_!" assented the warriors, bending down and
uttering words of _bonga_.  Then they opened for me to pass, but I
signed them to precede me; and so we all climbed up the rocks till we
soon found ourselves on the <DW72> of one of those great rifts which ran
down into the half-circular hollow or basin which I had marked out for
the deathtrap of Mhlangana's _impi_.

"_Whau_!" muttered Silwane, who walked just in front of me.  "The moon
is dark for the mourning of a nation, for the death of a king."

"I think that is even so, Silwane," I said grimly, my meaning not being
his.

The steep <DW72> along which we were proceeding was thickly sprinkled
with growths of bush, and here and there great formations of boulders
and stones, which rendered the way difficult and toilsome.  And now a
bit of the moon began to reappear.  At all risks I must slip away, even
if it aroused suspicion.

I had already drawn back somewhat, falling farther and farther into the
rear.  Already I judged the distance between myself and the warriors
great enough, and the spot favourable, for it was rugged and
rock-strewn, and overgrown with bush.  Already I had turned the darker
side of my shield towards them, and in a moment more would have dropped
into concealment, and glided away with the silence and rapidity of a
serpent, when, _Nkose_, the strangest of strange things happened.

Between myself and the warriors in front there was a shape.  It seemed
to appear out of empty air, for assuredly I had seen it spring out of
nowhere.  It was the shape of a man, tall and broad.  Unlike the
warriors in front, he was not adorned as for war, but like myself,
though wearing only the _mutya_ as usual, he was fully armed.  His back
was towards me, and, as I stared wildly at him in the now fast
lightening darkness, a movement he made brought full into my view the
large war-shield which he carried.  _Hau_!  The shield was pure white,
like my own--a royal shield.  This, then, must be the real Mhlangana.

The time had come, _Nkose_--had fully come--to take leave of that party,
for assuredly had Mhlangana looked back he would have taken me for his
ghost, stalking behind him, and who would wish to frighten any so great
as one of the brother Kings of Zululand?  _Whau_!  So I dropped quietly
behind a bush to wait until the party were out of hearing.  But before
it was so I could hear Mhlangana talking to the warriors; but his words
were few, and their tones were even and showed no suspicion that they
had been receiving their orders and plan of battle from Umzilikazi's
second fighting _induna_.  And, indeed, as I thought of it, I laughed so
to myself that I was forced to sit down upon the ground and take snuff.
For these skilled warriors and captains had cried the _Bayete_ and bent
low and uttered _bonga_ to me, Untuswa, who was but yesterday, it
seemed, a boy in Zululand; and from me had they taken their orders,
which would be for their own destruction.  _Whau!  Nkose_!  The world
may have contained more ridiculous positions, but somehow I hardly think
it possible.

"_Hamba gahle_, Mhlangana!  _Hambani gahle_, warriors of Dingane!"  I
murmured in scornful farewell.

It did not take me long to reach the entrance of the pass.  The wizard
beast was no longer there, but even had a hundred such been waiting to
bar my way, they would have delayed me no longer than the time it would
take to fight my way through them.  No fears had I now of ghosts, or
shapes of _tagati_, or any such thing.  All such fears had disappeared
in the face of this real peril which threatened us as a nation.  I
laughed at such fears as I sped through that grim pass, its gloomy
depths rendered still blacker by the bright moon rays--for the moon was
light again now--striking upon the tall cliffs high overhead.  And I
could hear stones falling among the rocks as though ghosts were at play,
and weird wailing voices with shrill, sharp screams of fear, or savage
snarls, and indeed, many sounds issuing from the shadows; but of such I
took no heed--but, indeed, nothing--neither ghosts nor animals--could, I
think, have a wilder, fiercer appearance than mine, as, with head bent
forward, and gripping my shield and weapons, I sped through that grim,
black defile which was at one moment in shadow, then in moonlight,
bearing with me that which was of all things the most portentous--the
fate of a nation.



CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

THE MUSTER.

Never before, _Nkose_--not even in the days when I was young, and for my
swiftness and endurance was chosen by Umzilikazi as his chief runner--
did I cover the ground as I did that night, wherefore the night was not
very far spent when I reached the kraal where I had left Mgwali and my
four followers.  At me came a troop of dogs, opened-mouthed and baying,
but I hammered them soundly with my knobstick, and, recognising me as no
enemy, they slunk away yelping and ashamed.  But the people turned out,
in some alarm, wondering at the suddenness of this midnight
disturbance--wondering still more on beholding me; for it was easy to
see that I had been running fast and far.

I went into the hut of the headman, and while I was refreshing myself
with a bowl of _amasi_, I issued my orders.

"Listen, Mgwali.  Remember you the two shrubs just below the highest
point of Inkume, beneath which we speared the she-leopard when last we
hunted here?"

"Perfectly, son of my father."

"Good.  At that point lie five Amazulu--warriors of Dingane.  These are
the eyes of a mighty _impi_ which is advancing against us from the
south.  But the eyes of Umzilikazi must take the place of the eyes of
Dingane."

"_Ou_!  I am ready, _induna_ of the King!" cried my brother, springing
to his feet, and gripping his shield and weapons.

"_Gahle_!"  I said putting out a restraining hand.  "Take the four who
accompanied us hither, and, for security's sake, take other four or
five, so shall you be two to one."

Then, Malula, the headman of the kraal, called up two of his sons and
three other young men, and ordered them to proceed with Mgwali.

"Now," I said, "the way is long, but the night is still young, and so
are ye.  Hearken, son of my father, and all of you.  Before break of day
must this be done.  Not one of those warriors of Dingane _must leave his
post_.  If but one escapes, why, then shall ye all writhe upon a seat of
pain for many days.  When you have taken their places, and they sleep
forever, send down one of your number to pass along the word to me and
to the Great Great One; then shall ye have further orders when to
signal, and how.  Mgwali is chief of this party.  Now go."

They started, those youths, and I knew that if a single one of
Mhlangana's outlook escaped, it would only be because Mgwali and his
nine followers were all dead.

Now, I started too, being refreshed, and as I went straight as a line
for Kwa'zingwenya, I posted runners at different points of the way, for
such, _Nkose_, is our system when we desire to pass the word quickly;
and, indeed, I think the wonderful speaking wires of you white people
can hardly convey tidings with greater swiftness.  Further, I despatched
messengers to every kraal on that side of the country, that every man
should proceed swiftly, but secretly, to Shushuya, the military kraal of
the "Scorpions" regiment, but for the rest none were to flee, and the
women and cattle were to go about as usual, and that, did any fail to do
this, or seek to flee in panic, assuredly that kraal should be eaten up
and its people given over to the assegai.  This, in case Mhlangana had
other pickets out overlooking our country, for, did the royal general
learn that we were not unprepared, it might bring about an entire
alteration in his plans, and, of course, in mine.  All these orders I
gave without halting, they who received them running by my side as I
ran.  Nor did I fear failure to obey them; for the women, however they
might dread the chance of the spears of Mhlangana, would still more fear
the certainty of those of Umzilikazi.  And the word of a war-captain of
my standing at such a time was as the word of the King himself.

Now, as I ran, my mind was busy with the plan I had formed, which was
simple.  The _impi_ from Zululand should be signalled to advance by
Mgwali and our people, who had slain and taken the place of its own
outpost.  Once in the hollow formed by the spurs of the mountain closing
down upon the Place of the Three Rifts, it should be fallen upon by our
entire force--save a portion placed in reserve at the narrowest point in
the pass; and, being thus taken completely by surprise, I had little
doubt but that a panic would ensue which should place it entirely at our
mercy.  _Whau_!  In that event not many warriors would return to Dingane
to tell how deadly was the goring of the horns of the Black Bull whose
kraal lay in the north.  Nor had I much fear lest the invader's plan
should be altered; for the counsels of Silwane and the others would
weigh with Mhlangana; and the bent of those counsels I had fully
gathered what time I was receiving royal homage when the moon grew
black.

Never had I known till then, _Nkose_, how great was the secret dread
which our King had entertained for the might of Dingane.  For when I
reached Kwa'zingwenya, and unfolded to him my discovery--the peril that
threatened us, and the steps I had taken to meet it--his whole mien grew
dark as the moon had done over the Place of the Three Rifts, as troubled
as the stirring of shrill winds among the scud of the storm wrack.

"Know you, Untuswa, that we have little more than half our strength to
fall back upon?" he said.  "Kalipe's force is away, and of its return
there is no sign."

"Let swift runners be sent to meet it, Great Great One.  It may yet
arrive in time.  Failing that, the pass of the Inkume shall be to the
_impi_ of Dingane and Mhlangana what the pass of Kwahlamba was to that
of Tshaka."

"Great talk!" growled the King.  "But I think, Untuswa, thou art not
much greater than a fool; for instead of yet further delaying our
enemies, while speaking with the mouth of Mhlangana, and thus allowing
time for Kalipe's return, thou didst even hurry on the hour of the
battle."

"Had I done otherwise suspicion would have been aroused, and the _impi_
would have been thrown forward at once.  Then what time should we have
had to muster our forces, O Black Elephant?  Now, instead of the hunting
dogs of Dingane and Mhlangana surprising us, it is we who shall surprise
them, father of a new nation."

"Ha! that sounds not so ill," muttered Umzilikazi.

"There is yet more, Serpent of Might," I said.  "Had suspicion been
aroused, that moment I were assuredly dead.  Who then would have carried
warning of the approach of those who come against us?"

"That is true, son of Ntelani.  And so they cried the `_Bayete_'?  And
for once thou wert a king."

Now I liked not Umzilikazi's tone, for it was bitter and jeering--
suspicious, too.  But his next words scattered all apprehensions on my
own account.

"This sorceress--she shall be slain."  He was muttering more to himself
than to me.  "She it is who has brought her own people upon us."

"The will of the Great Great One stands," I said.  "Yet let the King
pause; for weighty has been the service she has rendered us."

Umzilikazi looked at me, and his face was clouded with suspicion.

"So, Untuswa?  I begin to see," he said.  "The men of Mhlangana are
coming to set up a new King here--and a new Queen!  Ah, ah, Untuswa, she
is fair--the strange sorceress!" he jeered.

"Now have the dreams of the King been bad--even as at the time of
Ncwelo's conspiracy," I replied, bold as ever.  "If you doubt your
servant, Father, slay him now, or after we have rolled back the men of
Mhlangana."

The King looked gloomily at me, then he said--

"The sorceress--let her be sent for."

I gave the order to those without, and soon the door of the hut was
darkened and Lalusini entered.

"See, thou witch," said the King, pointing at her with his spear, "I am
minded to slay thee, for now I know whose wizardry has brought the enemy
to our gates what time the half of our fighting force is away.  Thus,
then, was thy flight turned to account after the Bakoni were eaten up."

But there was no trace of fear in Lalusini's eyes as she gazed upon the
terrible threatening countenance which to any of us would have seemed to
bring death very near--only a slight look of wonder.

"Is it for this I have saved the life of a King--the life of a nation?"
she said, her clear sweet tones firm and without a tremor: "I would ask
the Great Great One--what started Untuswa from his sleep?  A voice of
warning?  Would the warriors of Dingane have spared him, think you, had
they come upon him slumbering?  How did they mistake him for Mhlangana,
and thus fill his ears with their plans?  Was it not because of the
shield--the royal shield--the white shield?  And how did he escape from
them to carry hither the word of warning?  The blackness of the moon,
was it not?  And the shield?  Who warned him not to part from it day or
night _until after the blackness of the moon?  Au_!  In a word, who
predicted all these things, in warning? and have they not come to pass?
Now, son of Matyobane, say.  Am I to die?"

She stood, drawn proudly up, and her tone had been that of rebuke.  And
such is a terrible one to adopt towards him whose word summons the
slayers.

"Hearken, my sister," said Umzilikazi, now speaking softly.  "Thy words
are not without truth and reason, yet I trust thee not over-much, being
of the blood of those who come against us.  Thou art great at making
_muti_.  Now, in the battle before us, the odds against us are heavy.
If thy _muti_ wins us this battle, then thou shalt dwell in great honour
and obtain any wish thou shalt express.  If we lose it, thou shalt die,
and die hard, as the worst sort of witches die."

"And is this the word of the King?" said Lalusini, a smile gleaming in
her great lustrous eyes.

"Such is my word, sister, and my word never fails; else had Untuswa not
been seated here this day."

"I hear the King, and am glad," she answered.  "My word, too, never
fails--I, a daughter of the House of Senzangakona.  You shall win in
this battle, son of Matyobane, shall win it through my _muti_.  Is it
permitted that I go now and prepare the same?"

"Go, and may it be well for thee and for us," said Umzilikazi.

When she had gone forth the King sent for old Masuka.

"The might of Dingane is at our gates, my father," he said.  "Shall the
victory be ours?"

"_Ou_!  Who may say for certain, and time has not been given me to look
into the future, lord?  Yet the white shield--the white shield.  Twice
already hath its efficacy been great.  It has guarded the life of a
King, also that of a nation."

"The white shield!" repeated Umzilikazi, in vexation.  "Are ye all in
league, vultures of _izanusi_?  When I ask for an omen, for a glance
into the future, ye all croak about a white shield.  Go now, old man,
and make thy _muti_, for the army must be doctored before set of sun."

Masuka saluted and crept out.  Then being restless, the King rose and
followed.  In the gate of the _isigodhlo_ stood the white priest,
desiring speech with the King.

"Ha!  Yet another magic-maker," growled Umzilikazi.  "Say now, talker
with the spirits of the air, will thy sacrifices aid us against the
might of Dingane, for they who come against us number more fighters than
ourselves, Kalipe being still absent?"

"I had heard that, O King," said the white man.  "To no magic do I
pretend, yet it may be that the Great One whom I serve will remember in
its hour of need the nation which has received with kindness the
humblest of His servants."

"Ha!  I think they who come against us would not so have received thee,
my father," replied Umzilikazi, somewhat impatiently.  "Yet practice, I
pray thee, thy mystic rites on our behalf, for with this foe at our
gates we need all the aids we can get--whether of sorcery or not."

"That I will gladly do, O King," replied the white priest.  And as he
saluted and turned away, I noticed that he looked ill and tired--perhaps
through over-much journeying.  But soon we saw certain of the slaves
entering the dwelling which he kept for his sacred rites, and heard the
tinkle of the little bell, and now and again the soft murmur of the
white sorcerer's voice.

"Now, Untuswa, I think we have enough _muti_ of one kind or another,"
said the King.  "Go, therefore, and muster the fighters who wait
without."

It must not be supposed all this time, _Nkose_, that nothing was being
done.  I had sent forth, ordering every regiment to repair immediately
to headquarters, and every man who had been enrolled, or who was capable
of bearing arms, to assemble without a moment's waste of time.  Further,
I had ordered the establishment of chains of scouts and runners to watch
and swiftly report any movement on the part of the foe, whom as yet none
had seen excepting myself.  From all sides now, people were pouring--men
mostly--armed men in groups and bands streaming over the plain, all
converging on the great kraal, and among these, a compact cloud, huge
and dark, marched the splendid regiment of The Scorpions, nearly two
thousand strong, young men mostly, and strangers to fear, of which I was
the chief commander.  On they came, singing the war-song of Umzilikazi,
and, filing into Kwa'zingwenya, took up a position in a huge half-circle
within the great central space.  These, occupying as they did a military
kraal of their own, were already fully armed, but others from without
were not, and as the latter swarmed in a rush was made upon the places
where the shields were kept.  But a strong guard had been placed over
this, and soon the distribution was finished, and the shield-houses were
nearly emptied.  Then all were doctored for war and proceeded to the
great plain outside to dance the war-dance.

The while, _Nkose_, I had my hands very full, for in the absence of
Kalipe I was the general in command, and, indeed, so great was my pride
in that position that I would rather risk disaster and defeat than be
once more put down to second again.  But almost every moment my runners
were coming and going, yet not noisily and with fuss, but as though seen
by hardly any among us.  So far everything had gone well.  Mgwali and
his scouts had surprised and slain Mhlangana's outposts, so that none
had escaped, and had dragged the bodies far down the mountain on our
side, lest the vultures gathering in clouds should be visible to the
enemy and convey a warning.  Of our men two had been killed and several
wounded, nor did this astonish me.  No further move had been made by the
foe, who still lurked behind the forest belts of the flat country beyond
Inkume, little dreaming of the reception we were preparing for him.

Now, as I looked round upon the muster, I felt pride and joy in the host
I was to lead forth.  The war spirit gleamed in every eye, and in the
restless twitching of the limbs of the warriors was a fiery impatience
to behold the enemy.  None was a stranger to it.  Even Ngubazana the
Gaza, coming out from helping the white _isanusi_ to perform his rites,
looked wistfully at the mustered legions, and upon his face came a
warrior light there was no mistaking.

"How now, son of a kindred race?"  I said, for I was passing him at the
time.  "I think this is not the first day thou hast seen warriors
mustered for battle."

"That is so, _induna_ of the regiment of Scorpions," he answered, with a
longing glance at my own especial fighting rank.

"I think, on such a day, thy place is among these, rather than acting as
_induna_ to a king of peace, Ngubazana," I said, somewhat mockingly.

"_Whau_!  You are my father, Untuswa!" cried the Gaza, in a quick,
eager, suppressed voice, as though fearful of being overheard by some
one.  "Give me a shield--give me a broad spear, that I may join them."

A great shout of laughter, of delight, broke from the warriors; and, at
a sign from me, some ran to the shield-house, so that in a moment
Ngubazana was fully armed.

"Thy follower is going to help us against Dingane, father," I cried
aloud to the white _isanusi_, who had just appeared.  "_Whau_!  This is
no time for thoughts of peace, but for deeds of war!"

"_Yeh-bo!  Yeh-bo_!" chorused the regiment.

"Well, let him go," said the white priest, quite tranquilly, noting his
follower's hesitation.  "Go, now, Ngubazana, and fight like a brave
soldier for the King who has sheltered and favoured us.  Yet, shed no
more blood than is necessary, and slay none when already defenceless.
Show mercy, and spare.  So, take my blessing with thee."

Now the first words filled all with great delight, but for the last,
_au_!  We, who when we "see red" spare nothing that has life, how should
such words commend themselves to us?  But we remembered that this was a
man whose business was peace.

So Ngubazana bent before the white _isanusi_, who blessed him with one
of his strange signs.  Then he leaped with joy into the ranks of The
Scorpions, clutching his weapons, and humming to himself the war-song.



CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

THE SONG OF THE SHIELD.

The regiments, organised and armed, and decorated for war, filed through
the great entrance of the kraal Kwa'zingwenya, and formed up in a vast
half-circle upon the plain outside, whither the King had already
proceeded, and the _Bayete_ was roared forth in tremendous volume as the
Great Great One stalked majestically into the open formation thus left.
His words were few:

"Warriors," he said, "yonder is a nation's death or a nation's life."
Then he gave the signal for the war-dance to begin.

This was short, for we had no time to spare for ornamental ceremonies.
When the dance and the song were at their height, they ceased suddenly,
and there was dead silence.

Umzilikazi was standing in the midst, clad in his full war costume of
white flowing hair and leopard-skin and beadwork, his head crowned with
nodding ostrich plumes of black and white.  In his left hand he held his
lion-skin shield, tufted with the tail of the beast, and a light casting
spear.

Now, as we waited, breathless, he took the little assegai in his right
hand, and, poising it for a moment with a quivering motion, he hurled it
from him--hurled it fast and far--in the direction of the Pass of the
Inkume, in the direction of Dingane's _impi_, and, as it fell to earth,
he pronounced in a loud voice--

"Go, children of Matyobane!"

A great and mighty shout rent the air, and, falling into marching rank,
my own company of The Scorpions leading, our _impi_ set forth.  In
strength we numbered about seven thousand, of whom between two or three
thousand were those who had been enrolled from among conquered peoples,
and, of course, not equal to those of pure Zulu blood.  The strength of
Mhlangana's _impi_ I could only guess, but estimated it to be about ten
thousand strong.  Wherefore, you see, _Nkose_, our chances were not
great, and depended almost entirely upon our being able to strike the
enemy unexpectedly, and roll up his battle rank in the panic of
surprise.

While these preparations were going forward, the white _isanusi_, sad
and troubled at heart, in the course of his wanderings ran against
Lalusini, who gave him greeting.

"Will your _muti_ avail to bring victory to yon host, my father?" she
said, with her sweet smile.

"I know not.  If it is the will of the Great Great One who sent me, I
have no fear," he answered.

"Is your power, then, so doubtful, O maker of strange ceremonies?" she
went on.

"I pretend to no magic; on the contrary, I reprobate such," said the
white priest, shaking his head, for he distrusted and disliked the
beautiful sorceress.  "It is not given to us to pry into the future,
which is in the sight of One alone."

"Why, then is my _muti_ greater than yours, white stranger," she
replied.  "For I _can_ look into the future, and I foresee that this
nation shall win the battle.  Yea, I know this."

"I hope it may be so, Lalusini," said the white man, still sadly.  But
the other women who stood by, hearing this presage, cried aloud in
astonishment and delight, repeating Lalusini's words again and again,
till they had turned them into something of a song.

As we marched forth thus to war the sky was by degrees blackening up for
rain, and a deep, distant roll of thunder was heard from time to time
creeping over the ridge of the world.  The old women, whose furrowed
faces and ragged top-knots stuck over the kraal palisades as they
watched us deploy into rank, were dumb and shaking with apathy and fear,
for in them still lived an ingrained terror of the might of Tshaka,
whereas we young people had almost forgotten it, and with us it was a
mere tradition.  Of young women and girls there seemed to be none in the
kraal, or if there were they were keeping in hiding.  And though my
thoughts now were all of war, I could not refrain from looking backward
to try and obtain a glimpse of Lalusini.  But in vain.

Not backward should I have looked, however, but forward; for now, as we
turned the corner of a hill, a sound as of singing was heard in front.
_Whau_!  There on a little rise stood Lalusini herself.  She was arrayed
in her beautiful beaded dress, and wore her heavy golden ornaments.
Behind her came a great number of girls, all carrying green boughs in
their hands and singing songs of war and of victory, as was their wont
to hearten us when we set out upon any expedition of weight and
importance.

As we came near, Lalusini drew a little apart from the rest, and
standing thus upon the summit of the rise, in full view of the whole
army, her proudly-reared head and splendid form thrown out by the livid
thundercloud behind the hill, she lifted up her voice and sang, this
time not in the dark tongue of the Bakoni, but in pure Zulu.  And the
wild sweetness of her voice was of the sort which renders warriors mad.

  "A song of the Shield,
      In the battle's ring!
  A droop of the Shield
      Guards the life of a King.

  "Proud tuft, proud hide,
      Which the White Bull gave!
  Now the White Bull's pride
      Shall a nation save.

  "Burnt kraal, stamped field--
      Thick the vultures soar,
  And laugh o'er the Shield
      In the van of war.

  "Rolls the battle song
      On the war-wave's crest,
  Bringing might to the strong,
      To the weak ones--rest.

  "Great is small,
      Little is great.
  Who may fall
      In the coming Fate.

  "Who may fear
      On the death-soaked field?
  None who hear
      The Song of The Shield!"

Now the last words were taken up by her band of attendant girls, but the
voices of these were soon lost in the great rolling volume of the
warriors' chorus, which was caught up and tossed along the ranks as the
roaring of a mighty ocean--

  "Who may fear
      On the death-soaked field?
  None who hear
      The Song of The Shield."

As they marched past, a quick, keen flash darted down from heaven
immediately upon the singer, whom all men thought was stricken--yet not;
for in the sudden silence that followed, and the muttering rumble of the
thunder-tone, she still stood--that splendid daughter of a race of
kings--her eyes still turned skyward, her form outlined in its beautiful
curves against the livid blue of the storm-cloud.

After this we marched in silence, no more singing or noise of any kind
being allowed.  But as we held on swiftly through the night, this great
array of armed men, like a destroying flight of locusts in its straight,
fell course, the echo of that wonderful song was still in every ear, its
burden in every heart; and it seemed to each warrior that he had the
strength of ten; for the Song of the Shield was surely the song of
victory.

To us came from time to time runners, bearing tidings from Mgwali.  No
move forward had been made by the _impi_ from Zululand, yet now and
again, far below upon the plain, our outpost, which had taken the place
of that of Mhlangana, could discern a point of white, which was the
swift signal of those who had been posted at intervals to watch, and
pass along word to Dingane's leaders.

"_Whau_!  We will give them a brave good-morning, Untuswa," said the
King, as, having gained our position along the ridges of Inkume, shortly
after midnight, the Great Great One and I had crept carefully up to
Mgwali's outlook.  "See, now, I desire not to hurry the battle, yet the
sun will not be very high before we shall whisper them to come on.  Thy
strategy has been good, Untuswa, yet perchance they will remember the
pass in the Kwahlamba and fear to enter this.  Ah! would that we could
roll down the mountain itself upon them here as there.  It would save us
many men."

This we could not do, for the straight cliffs shooting up from, the
defile were smooth and firm.  No loose rocks were here, hardly a few
small stones, so firm were the iron crests of the mountain.

Now I had endeavoured to dissuade the King from accompanying us,
pointing out that in the event of our destruction he could, on receiving
tidings thereof, safely fall back upon Kalipe's _impi_ and thus retreat,
building up the nation afresh.  But my words were laughed at.

"What, Untuswa?  Shall I show my back to an enemy because he is strong?"
had said Umzilikazi.  "Have the horns of the Bull been cut off that he
can no longer gore?  _Whau_! thou art brave, son of Ntelani--braver
there is none--but young.  The generalship that rolled back the _impi_
of Tshaka shall roll back that of Dingane, or--_Whau_!  I would rather
die with a great nation than live to reign over a small one."

Thus spake Umzilikazi, and I think, _Nkose_, he knew that the life of
our nation was an uncertain thing that day, for he took in all the lay
of the ground, every stone, every rock, every place or point that could
offer us the smallest advantage, with the eye of the great leader he
was.  Yet with my generalship he interfered not one jot, thoroughly
approving it.

Beneath us lay the entrance to the pass, where I had beheld the huge
ghost-animal squatted howling, and this widened out into a broad hollow,
opening on the outer side, as it were, through great gates between
slanting ridges or spurs, rocky and steep; and on the nearer side of
these ridges ran up the two great rifts: one on the right hand, the
other on the left.

Our force was divided into three.  Under cover of the darkness, as the
moon sank low, we disposed companies of warriors in each of these side
rifts, while, some little way back, within the pass, and where the rocks
narrowed, so that but a few men could hold it against an army, were
posted picked fighters, including a section of my regiment, The
Scorpions.  These were to hold the passage against the invaders, while
we, swooping down upon them from either side, would have them in a trap.

The party within the pass was under one Gasibona, a brother of that
Gungana who had held the command which was now mine, and a brave and
skilful fighter.  The bulk of The Scorpions were under the second chief,
Xulawayo, for the King had ordered me to remain with him during the
earlier part of the battle.

"The white shield will be needed later, son of Ntelani," he said.  And I
understood.

The sun rose in a ball of flame, and the world grew light.  Faraway over
the plain beneath us we could see the dewdrops sparkling on the grass
and in the bush sprays; but there was no game in sight, not even a small
buck.  It had fled from the disturbing presence of the Zulu host.  Fair
and bright now seemed this place, which seen by night was awesome and
ghostly.  Time went by.  Our warriors, rank upon rank, squatted behind
their shields eager for the moment, for here, indeed, was an enemy
worthy of our strength.  No miserable Bapedi or skulking Barutsi these,
but men of our own blood, the disciplined troops of mighty Zulu-land.

Now the word was given to show the signal.  Three times it waved--the
white blanket--and, immediately after, we beheld a white spot showing
far away on the plain beneath; then another beyond this.  The word was
being passed along the line of sentinels that the _impi_ might now
advance in safety.

The King, with Mcumbete and two or three more of the _izinduna_, lay
hidden among the crags at the highest point overlooking the pass, hence
he might direct our operations by signal, which we then and there
arranged.  My plan was simple--namely, to draw the host of Mhlangana
into the hollow formed by the Place of the Three Rifts, and, at the
moment they were about to enter the pass, to fall upon them flank and
rear.  By this means I hoped to strike terror and confusion among them,
so completely would they be taken by surprise.  I reckoned that we
should slay a great number in the first moments of panic, and, by
reducing the odds against us, could, without difficulty, defeat them
with enormous slaughter.  _Au_ but I reckoned without the generalship of
Silwane.

"They come, Great Great One," I whispered.

Now we could see the sheen of spears, as the _impi_, looking like an
immense mass of black ants, appeared in the far distance.  We watched it
draw near, and it seemed that our victory was assured.  It was advancing
in loose order, having no fear or thought of surprise, as indeed why
should it have, seeing that its own outpost had signalled the road
clear?  Ah, they little knew, those warriors of Dingane, that ours was
the outpost--ours the signal--luring them to destruction and defeat.

"By the head-ring of my father, but yonder are splendid soldiers!" said
the King as we watched the _impi_ draw near.  "Yet had we but Kalipe's
force not one of them should be left alive to return and tell Dingane of
the strength or weakness of the Amandebeli.  Say now, Untuswa.  Which is
Mhlangana?"

"I see him not, Black Elephant.  Perhaps he lingers in rear of the
march, fearing no attack."

"Ha!  It may be so.  Go now, son of Ntelani, for the hunting dogs of
Dingane draw very near.  They shall soon feel the horns of the Bull."

As I started off to join my division, which was halted in the great rift
beneath, which ran up from the hollow on the left of the King as he
faced it, I could see that the _impi_ was still quite unsuspicious.  I
saw, too, that in numbers it was slightly inferior to ourselves; but
then, against that, our force comprised about two regiments of enrolled
slaves, who could not altogether be depended upon, even to save
themselves from the assegai.  Excepting the few warriors left to guard
the pass, our entire force was massed in these two rifts, half in each,
and we lay facing each other, awaiting the signal of the King.

But the strategy of Silwane baffled us.  Instead of approaching in the
same loose and open order to thread the defile, he sent forward an
advance guard of about four hundred men.

They passed our hiding-place, for we lay securely concealed.  But when
they came opposite the mouth of the other rift, they somehow discovered
the presence of warriors--armed and lurking.  Then Xulawayo, who was in
command on that side, ordered a charge, hoping to fall on these men and
slay them before they could convey the alarm to the rest.  It was a vain
thought, however, for these soldiers of Dingane, so far from giving way,
raised their war-cry, and stood awaiting the attack.

Further concealment was useless.  The whole _impi_ came pouring into the
hollow, fearless, but widely alert.

Kept well in hand by their sub-chiefs, they fought splendidly at first.
Directly they came in touch with our lines they charged, and charged
straight.  _Whau_!  We had not reckoned upon this, and soon our
regiments of slaves gave way and began to flee, throwing us back in
confusion.

Ha!  Then followed a wild din.  The hollow was a mass of broad shields
and fighting forms, surging wildly hither and thither, and the rocks
rang with the clash of wood and hard hide; the thunder of the war-shout,
the wild death-yell, and the choking groans of the wounded, smitten unto
death.  Ha! we "saw red"; our one thought was--blood--blood--ah! and it
flowed--yes, it flowed!  _Hau_! that fight was short and sharp.  Nearly
half our strength lay slain or sorely wounded, and the men of Dingane
had lost nearly as many.  Yet we had been stamped flat that day but for
a rumour that spread among our enemies that a large force was advancing
to cut them off on their rear.  That saved us.  They began to retreat,
yet not hurriedly and in rout, but facing us and fighting their way.
We, for our part, made no pursuit--_au_! we were glad to let them go--
and after making a show of pursuit we retreated, battered, wearied, and
utterly disheartened, to the heights above the rift, where we had lain
concealed at first.  Some there were among us who declared we ought to
rejoice, for that, great as had been our losses, still we had beaten
back the might of Dingane, who in future would leave us in peace.  But I
knew better than that, wherefore I would not withdraw the remnant of our
forces from that position, but watched and waited.

Now when the retreat began, Ngubazana the Gaza, deeming it a rout, had
called a number of young warriors of The Scorpions to follow him, and
this band of hotheads had plunged into the thickest of the Zulu ranks.
But these turned.  _Whau_!  That was no rout, and in a moment there was
not one of those young fools left standing.  But Ngubazana, who was much
older and should have known better, was the last to fall, and he fell
fighting, for quite a ring of Silwane's people went down before his
spear.  At last they threw a heavy knobstick at him, which felled him,
so that he dropped upon the slain which he had heaped up there, and they
made an end of him.

Thus he died the death of a warrior, fighting bravely to the last; and
it was a strange death for one who had left his country to become the
follower and servant of a teacher of peace.



CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

THE BATTLE OF THE THREE RIFTS.

With gloom around our hearts, and mightily discouraged, we lay and
rested, and soon there came down to us a runner from Mgwali's outpost to
tell that an immense _impi_ was advancing from the direction in which
the defeated and retreating Zulu force was last seen, and then we knew,
if we had not known before, that, as we rested there with our shattered
and broken remnant, it was but for a breathing space before renewing a
most desperate conflict which could have but one ending.  Beneath, the
hollow was heaped up with corpses--the hillsides, too.  There they lay,
the fiercest, bravest of our warriors, and of those of Dingane, likewise
of ours the poorest; for our regiments of incorporated slaves could not
stand before the stern might of Zulu, but were swept away like sheep,
lying as they had fallen, in a fleeing attitude.  Disheartened,
dispirited now, we waited for the end.  Even Kalipe's _impi_, did it
arrive, could hardly avail to turn the fortune of war now; yet we were
resolved, determined as ever, that if a new nation were to die that day
it should die hard.

While we lay thus thinking there came about a strange thing.  Over the
heavens a lurid cloud had been spreading, and it might have been this
which had brought the matter back to men's recollection.  For in the air
there thrilled the notes of that sweet, strange song--the Song of the
Shield.  Did it spring out of the very heavens?  None could tell.  All
gazed eagerly up, for all heard it.  Those who were weary and resting
sprang to their feet, filled with fresh life.  Those who were binding up
wounds let that be, and, staring around, uttered ejaculations of awe and
surprise.  It seemed to spring from beneath the brow of the great
iron-faced cliff, and to soar out thence in wreaths of sound.  Could the
singer be there hidden?  No; that was impossible.  But we--we listened,
and it seemed that life lay outspread anew before our eyes.

Now there befell that which made our ears deaf once more to the Song of
the Shield.  Afar on the plain beneath came into sight that which we had
been expecting--the remnant of the Zulu host, and the _impi_ which had
reinforced it, spread out in half-moon formation, covering an immense
distance.  It swept on, black and terrible, and we could see the
glittering roll of its spear-points like the breaking crest of a huge
wave in the sunlight, could hear the sweep and clash of its shields like
winds shaking a forest.  _Whau_!  It looked terrible, that great _impi_,
Fresh and strong, it would eat us up easily, for it was almost double
our own numbers, and we were already crushed, dispirited, and weary.

And now the foremost of this new host came beneath, marching in dense
serried ranks, victory already gleaming in the eyes of the plumed
warriors almost visible to us where we lay; the countless array of broad
shields, and the splendid discipline of their march--all this we marked
as we lay.  Sweeping rapidly onward they came, company after company.
Their numbers seemed to have no end, and then the war-song of Dingane
came rolling up the <DW72>:

  "_Us' eziteni!
  Asiyikuza sababona_!"

  Note:
  "Thou art in among the enemy!
  We shall never get to see them!"
  Meaning:
  "There will be none left by the time we come up!"

In fierce, long-drawn, throaty barks, the words were jerked forth, like
the baying of an army of large and ferocious dogs.  And we were their
game.  Then, as the song was hushed for a moment, there quivered forth
upon the air--this time loud and clear, and strong--the melody which
turned our hearts to iron once more--the Song of the Shield.

Its words were caught up by our warriors, and thundered forth in a
frenzy of delight.  Now we believed we should defeat that huge host.
_Au_! and we were to them but a handful!

The song of Dingane had ceased now, and in silence the great _impi_ was
climbing the spur of the hill, which it had already shut in with the
dense half-circle of its formation.  Behind us was the hard, smooth
cliff--the face of the mountain--before us, Mhlangana's spears.  _Whau_!
it recalled to my mind the day we stormed the fortified hill of the
Bakoni.  Only to-day these should find lions--not miserable jackals--
lions who knew how to die biting.

Now, looking up to the high point where the King sat and watched the
battle, and at times directed it, I beheld a signal--a strange signal,
whereat I marvelled greatly, for it directed me to leave the high
position we were on and charge down upon the densest ranks of the Zulu
"horn."  But discipline among the King's troops was absolute, wherefore
I hesitated not a moment, but crying to my "Scorpions" to follow me, I
went--we all went--I waving the white shield aloft.  Below we could see
the astonished looks of those whose spears were upraised to receive us.

The place we were now in, _Nkose_, was a hollow, half way up the <DW72>,
and shut in by steep walls and terraces of rock like the stairs in a
white man's house.  And now I beheld another signal--the signal to turn
and stand.

Down the stair-like place a crowd of men were pouring after us.  Yet
their look was not that of warriors in triumphant pursuit, such as it
ought to be, for these men were the men of Mhlangana and they were sure
of us, had us securely trapped, we being shut in between lines of
spears.  They wore rather the look of men who flee, and, indeed, such it
appeared was the case, for above I could see the other half of my
regiment of "Scorpions" showering down assegais upon them, pressing them
hard down this steep and stony path which they knew not, but which we
knew.

Now as we rushed forward to make an end of them before those below could
climb up, I beheld upon one of the rock stairs a man--a tall, broad man,
whose back was turned to me as he gave some order to those he led.
_Whau_!  I knew that back, for I had seen it before; had seen it rise
out of nowhere, the night that the moon grew black.  I was about to
launch a casting assegai, which could not have missed, when, hard as our
case was, I remembered that it was not fitting that one of the brother
Kings of Zululand should be slain from behind, pierced through the back.

"Turn, Great Great One, brother of Dingane!"  I cried.

Mhlangana turned; and, as he did so, zip! went my casting spear.  Then
he laughed.  It was quivering in his shield--the great white shield
which was like my own.

"Take back thy spear, thou whom I know not!" he cried; and I, it was all
I could do to catch the assegai as he had done, or, rather, to turn it
off.

"Ha! bearer of the other white shield!"  I cried.  "It may be that my
day is done, but so is thine."  And I hurled at him another assegai.
This struck him in the side, wounding him, for I saw the blood flow.

"_Bayete_, brother King!" he called out mockingly.  And then I knew that
he mistook me for Umzilikazi.

We got within striking distance, but he was a little above me, and,
covered by his shield, I could hardly reach him.  I sprang upward,
driving at him with a long-handled spear, and our shields clashed, as we
met in full shock.  _Whau_! they crashed together, the two white
shields, but I felt I had wounded him again, and he began to totter.  A
moment more, and Dingane would have reigned sole King, when, I know not
how it came about, but the whole crowd of Mhlangana's picked men swept
furiously down upon us, rolling us back, themselves pressed down by the
other half of my regiment of Scorpions driving them from above.  Then I
could no longer see Mhlangana, for the gully was filled with men,
fighting, struggling, stabbing, and the air was resonant with groans and
hissing, and the slapping of the hide shields together, as warriors met
in mortal shock, each fighting now to his own hand.

But the pursuers had by this time become the pursued; for, in turn, a
great body of the Zulu force had surged up the ridge, and was driving
The Scorpions before it.  We were hemmed in completely now.  We were cut
off from the pass, through which the bulk of us might have escaped--
others covering the retreat--for below, the other horn of Mhlangana's
force had closed in, and was merely waiting--waiting grimly until we
should be driven down upon its spears.  Then the Amandebeli would be no
longer a nation.

In despair, still keeping our ranks close, we retreated slowly, fighting
our way step by step, up the outermost of the three rifts.  We could not
escape, for now were we hemmed in on either side by rocks.  Our tongues
were swollen by thirst, and we panted like dogs.  Many of us were gashed
with wounds, and streaming with blood; but those who fell were
immediately speared and ripped by the men of Mhlangana.  Our shields
were hacked and bent and our weapons dripping.  Still the Zulu host
seemed to hesitate, and now a voice cried from its ranks--

"Ho! leopards who are securely trapped!  Come forth!  Yield now to the
mercy of the Great Great One!  Come forth, thou Umzilikazi, who callest
thyself King, and place thy neck beneath the paw of the Lion of Zulu!"

I can recall the thrill of delight which ran through me, even in that
moment of death, _Nkose_ on being again hailed as King; for it was clear
that Mhlangana, seeing me in the forefront of the battle, waving the
pure white shield, had mistaken me for Umzilikazi, though the Great
Great One himself was far above us on the mountain crest, waiting and
watching.  But I answered fiercely defiant--

"Come, now, and place it there thyself, Mhlangana.  But few of thy
_impi_ shall return to Dingane by the time that is done."

A roar of fierce laughter went up from the bravest and staunchest of my
followers.  But most were silent, gloomily silent, and the silence was
ominous.  I even heard murmurs among some as to the uselessness of
further resistance, since we and our enemies were of the same blood, and
we might as well live to fight in the army of Dingane, who would spare
us, as die in that of Umzilikazi, who was already a dead king.

Leaping up, I sprang upon the nearest of these, and with one blow of my
broad spear--the King's Assegai--laid him dead at my feet.  Then,
rolling my eyes over my dispirited remnant, I cried--

"Who is of the base blood of slaves to talk of yielding?  Have The
Scorpions no sting left?  We will die as we have lived--stinging."

Our enemies, thinking we were deliberating surrender, remained halted
below in silence.  As I finished speaking, there rang out once more,
soft and clear upon the air, from the heights above, that wild, sweet
voice--

  "Great is small,
      Little is great.
  Great shall fall
      In the coming Fate.

  "Who may fear?
      Who to-day will yield?
  None who hear
      The Song of the Shield!"

"_Ou_!" cried the warriors, their hands to their mouths.  "The shield!
The Song of the Shield again!"

"Hear ye what the words say?"  I cried.  "`None who hear,' Now, those
hear not the sound, wherefore it is we who need not fear.  Behold it,
the white shield!"  I cried again, in ringing tones, holding it aloft.
"We will die beneath it.  But we yield not!"

"The white shield!  We will die beneath it!" they chorused, springing
up, freshly heartened.  But I restrained them, for I wished to parley
with Mhlangana and his leaders, only, however, to gain time in order
that, being rested, we might recommence that unequal fight with renewed
vigour.  And then, to my unbounded surprise, I, looking up, beheld from
where the King sat on the heights above the signal to move downward--the
signal to charge.

_Au_!  I hardly knew whether I were dreaming or already dead.  To
charge?  It was madness!  Why, that host whose spears awaited us was
four times as great as our own, fresh and untired, and thirsting for
battle.  It would eat us up in a moment.  Umzilikazi's brain must have
turned at the impending fall of his power.  Such an order was that of a
general gone mad.  Or had the enemy, unknown to us, surprised and
captured the King, substituting others, even as we had done in the
matter of Mhlangana's outpost, who were signalling us to our sure and
easy destruction.  All these thoughts flashed through my mind like
scorching fire: yet, even while this was so, I was already issuing my
directions, for with ourselves in those days, _Nkose_, an order was
given to be obeyed, not to be questioned.

And as we marched down--quietly at first--to fling ourselves in full
charge upon the Zulu host, we could hardly believe our ears.  The sound
of a war-song rose upon the air, nearer and nearer, as though sung by
men coming up the great pass--

  "_Yaingahlabi!
  Leyo 'Nkunzi!  Yai ukufa_!"

Ha!  It was our own song--the war-song of the King.  Our enemies heard
it, too, though the Song of the Shield had not floated to their ears,
being audible to ourselves alone, for the dense ranks, which had been
squatting on the ground as though to rest, sprang into life, and heads
were eagerly turned in the direction of this new force.  We, however,
hoped but little from this, for those who had been left to guard the
defile under Gasibona would be but a mere mouthful in the open field of
battle.  But, as I saw the shields of the foremost emerging from between
the cliffs, I glanced upward once more.  The signal was to charge--to
charge swiftly, and at once.

"Follow me now, my children!"  I cried.  "Follow the white shield!"

We hurled ourselves forward, and for a moment nothing was heard but the
hissing of war-whistles and the rush of feet.  Then--_au_! a crash as of
a wave upon a hard rock.  So hard had we struck them, so fierce had been
the shock, that we rolled them back--at first.  Hundreds lay dead and
writhing, and still the burning hiss of the spear as it did its work!

At first--only at first.  They came at us again.  They were closing
round us.  I saw panic in my ranks.

"The shield! the white shield!"  I roared.  "Come beneath it, ye who
fear."

The shrinking, their spirits renewed, answered with a wild yell.  Then
we "saw red" as we stabbed and struggled.  Ha! they yield.  Yes, that
dense host was falling back before us--before us--a handful of men!  A
wild shout arose from its midst--a shout of dismay.  And as we pressed
them, giving them not a moment wherein to recover themselves, we beheld
the reason.

Pouring around the end of the spur came a great cloud of dust, and
through it shields and spears.  We needed not the alarm and confusion of
the Zulu host to tell us that these were our own people, as, indeed,
they were.  It was Kalipe's _impi_.  Roaring the war-shout of
Umzilikazi, they fell upon Mhlangana's force, and at the same time the
warriors who had issued from the pass assailed it furiously upon that
side.  Dismay and panic now took hold of the great _impi_.  Thus
suddenly attacked on three sides, realising that they had
under-estimated both our strength and strategy, the warriors of Dingane
turned and fled by the way which was still open, yet fast closing up,
and we--we purposely refrained from closing quite their way because we
could slay more of them in their flight, and with small loss to our own
side, whereas, did we hem them in--these fierce and desperate Zulu
lions--there was no foretelling the issue of the fray, for even yet they
were equal to us in numbers.  Panic alone was their destruction.

But although we thus left a way open for them to flee, we pressed them
hard--_au_! we pressed them hard.  We smote them as they fled, striking
them down by scores, but I and Kalipe, and the other war-captains were
too wary to allow this to continue, even if we had not seen the King's
signal of recall.  So, singing in mockery after them the war-song of
Dingane, we left the pursuit and returned in triumph.

_Au, Nkose_! that was a sight.  I have seen your countrymen lying in
heaps at Isandhlwana, and I have been in many a hard-fought battle since
that of which I am telling.  But never have I seen so vast a number of
slain as that evening at the Place of the Three Rifts.  They lay, here
in heaps, there thickly strewn in twos and threes.  Many of my kindred
and friends fell there, and of our captains and valiant leaders not a
few, while two whole regiments of our incorporated slaves had gone down
before the Zulu spears.  Far and wide they lay, and of the enemy the
number of slain was as great as ourselves, and among them some of our
older men recognised many whom they had known before our flight from
Tshaka.  But among the chiefs and leaders we found not the body of
Mhlangana nor that of Silwane.

Thus we returned, weary with the flight and the pursuit, but with pride,
and joy, and triumph in our hearts, for we had beaten back the most
formidable of our foes, and of whom we had gone in dread ever since we
had been a nation.  And already, though the day was nearly done, vast
clouds of vultures were gathering in the heavens, which beholding, many
laughed exultantly, remembering the presage in the Song of the Shield.
But as the sun sank below the rim of the world, again the great smooth
cliffs of the mountain face glowed blood-red, even as I alone had seen
them glow the evening before the last, and so wonderful was this omen
that many cried out that the mountain itself was bleeding afresh for
those who lay slain beneath it, and that it was a place of _tagati_.
And, indeed, who shall gainsay this, remembering the strange things
which it had witnessed; yet was such magic good towards us though evil
to our foes, since but for the heartening result of that wild, sweet,
mysterious song, and the _muti_ of the white shield, even the King's
strategy, perfect as it was, could hardly have availed to save the life
of a nation.  And this, and nothing less, is what was accomplished that
day at the Place of the Three Rifts.



CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

LALUSINI'S CHOICE.

"So, Untuswa!  My commands were those of a general gone mad?"

"Not so, Serpent of Wisdom," I answered, "for the eyes of one who sits
aloft see farther than those who watch below."

"Yet the order must have seemed passing strange.  _Whau_! but these bore
their part as cubs of the lion indeed," went on the King, his
snuff-spoon arrested in mid-air, as he rolled his eyes in pride over the
assemblage of our warriors, who, squatted in rank, were resting after
their hard-won victory.  "I almost looked to see you give way, for the
host of Dingane was terrible in its might, and ye--ye looked but a
mouthful to it."

"See yonder, Great Great One," I said, pointing upward to the cliff.
"No living thing surely could find foothold there, yet thence floated
forth a wondrous song, and that song saved the day, Calf of a Black
Bull.  For it hardened our hearts, which were already sinking, so that
we fell upon our enemies each man with the strength of ten.  And that
song was the Song of the Shield!"

"What tale is this, Untuswa?" said the King, mockingly.  "Thy song must
have been piped by a bird, then, for assuredly nothing human could find
foothold there."

"One man may, in truth, be mistaken, Father," I answered.  "Yet--ask
these, ask all who followed the white shield this day."

Now a murmur arose among those who were with me attending on the King--
Xulawayo and Mgwali, and other fighting leaders.

"_Yeh-bo_!" they cried.  "It is even as Untuswa has said, Father.  The
Song of the Shield was the same as that sung by the stranger sorceress
when we went forth to war."

Umzilikazi's countenance clouded somewhat, I thought.

"The sorceress has won," he muttered.  "Yet is all this passing
strange."

That night we lay upon the heights of Inkume in battle formation, for we
knew not whether another _impi_ might come against us.  Yet, weary as we
were, we slept not over-much, for when the moon rose it seemed to look
down blood-red upon the field of strife; and we--we thought we could see
the bodies of those who were slain and gashed rise up once more and
fight and slay each other again.  _Whau_!  And of the slain there were
thousands, for in those days we met shield to shield, spear to spear,
and every man slew his enemy or was slain by him.  Thousands were there,
and when the day dawned the rising of the sun was well-nigh darkened by
soaring clouds of vultures, swooping and wheeling on their great soft
pinions, awaiting our departure to settle down upon their feast.

With great triumph did we return to Kwa'zingwenya, for although we who
had gone forth thence came back with little more than half our number,
yet with Kalipe's force--which, joining us in time to turn the conflict
into a rout, had suffered but small loss--we made a brave show; for we
had won a great victory, and, I think, _Nkose_, we had a strangely
swelled opinion of ourselves, and that every man thought himself the
greatest warrior in the world.  Yet we had some cause for our pride, for
we had once more met and rolled back the mighty Zulu power, had met and
defeated a larger force than our own, one composed of the picked
warriors of Dingane's regiments.

As we drew near to Kwa'zingwenya we heard singing, and lo! a great
company of girls, clad in their gayest dancing dresses, came out to meet
us.  They carried green boughs, which they waved as they sang, and at
their head was Lalusini.  At sight of her the warriors cried aloud her
name, hailing her as their deliverer, for her _muti_ it was which, when
their hearts were as water, had turned them to iron once more.  But she,
smiling kindly at them, turned herself to the King, hailing him by all
his titles.  This time, however, she sang not the Song of the Shield,
but the warriors did, for it was roared forth by the whole _impi_, and,
indeed, it became one of the great songs of our nation, nor do I think
it is forgotten yet.  Also they sang this song:--

  "Are they sharp--the horns of the Bull?
  They are sharp.  They are strong.
  The Lion rushed upon them--
  The Lion from the South--
  _Ou_!  Where is he--that Lion?
  His head was high--loud was his roar:
  His tail, too, was high;
  But the horns of the Bull are sharp--
  Ha!  Ha!  Now the Black Bull roars alone."

We went through the rites of purifying after the shedding of human
blood, and then there was great feasting and rejoicing; for our losses,
which were heavy, were not to be spoken of at such a time, and songs of
victory and rejoicing filled the air--not those of death and mourning--
for great, indeed, had been our triumph, and we were still a mighty
nation.

Death, too, had been busy at Kwa'zingwenya during our struggle for a
nation's life.  For it had called to the white _isanusi_ to come over
into the Dark Unknown.  The stranger was dead.  He had been seized with
sickness in certain swampy lands, while travelling to outlying kraals to
spread his teaching, and had come back to die.  And those who were with
him say that he died very quickly, and without pain or fear.  Now, I
thought the King was not over-sorrowful about this; for, although the
white doctor was his friend, yet, sooner or later, these two strangers
would want to go forth from our midst--which we did not desire.  And now
both were dead: one on a bed of sickness, the other on the field of
blood, as a warrior, making his dying bed of the bodies of those he had
slain.  _Au_!  It were better so; yet were we sad as we buried the white
priest--burying with him, too, all his possessions and articles of
clothing and sacrifice, even as he used to wear them, deeming that he
would need to make _muti_ where he had gone, even as he had done here.
Yes, we were sorry, for he was a good man and a brave man, that white
teacher, and although I have seen and heard many since, _Nkose_, never
did I hear any who spoke words quite as did that one.

Meanwhile, there was a thought ever present in my mind, and this was the
matter of Lalusini.  The King, too, when we were alone together, would,
at times, talk strangely on that subject, as though he would read my
thoughts; and I, recollecting, wondered if I had rendered Tauane's last
words as darkly as I had intended, or if some inkling of the Bakoni
chief's real meaning had not come back to the Great Great One's mind.
But when things had quieted down after our feasting and rejoicing, the
King sent for Lalusini.

"Hail, Black Bull! whose horns are too sharp for the Lion!" was her
salute.

"To thee, greeting, whose voice, singing from the air, brings life to
the dead hearts of defeated warriors," answered Umzilikazi.  "Tell me
now, sister, how was that done?"

"Nay, son of Matyobane," she said, with a smile and a shake of the head.
"That may not be.  Sufficient is it that I have from the King's own
mouth that my _muti_ did raise the drooping hearts of the warriors, and
thus cause them to triumph over the Lion of the South.  Does the word of
the King stand?"

Umzilikazi looked disappointed.  Yet it was scarcely a fair thing to
question a sorceress as to the secrets of her magic; and I, sitting
there, hearing her claim the fulfilment of the King's promise,
remembered how I, too, had once done the same, though, then, my case had
been, indeed, a most desperate one.

"What, then, dost thou ask, sister?" he said.

"This, Great Great One.  I am tired of wandering.  I would fain rest
within the kraal of the Black Bull, and dwell with this nation forever."

"That is granted, daughter of the Mighty," said the King.

"Not all my request is it, Elephant.  I am tired of sorcery, I would
fain abandon it and live as others do."

Now we all cried out in surprise, we _izinduna_ who were in attendance
upon the King.  After the proof she had given of her astounding powers,
to desire to leave all this and dwell among us as any ordinary woman!
_Whau_!  It was a marvel.

"The word of the King was that there were already magicians enough in
this nation," she went on, fearlessly.  "Now I would retire from among
such.  I would wed."

"_Hau_!" we all cried, in amaze.

"And whom wouldst thou wed, Lalusini?" said the King.

"I would wed the bravest warrior of this nation, Great Great One."

Now murmurs of astonishment filled the air, for, besides certain
councillors, several of our principal fighting-captains were present--
Kalipe, Gasibona, and Xulawayo, and others--besides myself.

"_Whau_!" cried the King.  "Among so many who are brave who may say
which is the bravest?  What sayest thou, son of Ntelani?"

"I say in the words of the Great Great One.  Among so many brave who can
point out the bravest, my Father!"  I answered, and, as I gazed upon
Lalusini's beauty, a terrible fear was round my heart lest some other
should be chosen, and in my anxiety I bent forward, sweeping with my
gaze the ring of set, astonished faces, and I seemed to behold them afar
off, and as through a mist.

"What say ye all?" said the King, turning to the others.

There was a pause, then Kalipe answered, for he was well disposed
towards me, and, moreover, liked not to wed with a sorceress himself.

"The bearer of the white shield, Great Great One.  He is the bravest of
our warriors--none braver."

And all the others shouted aloud in assent of Kalipe's words.

"Hear ye what these say, Lalusini?" said the King.

"I hear them, Black Elephant," she replied, turning and smiling on me
now for the first time.

"Let it be so, then, for my word stands," said Umzilikazi.

Thus it came about, _Nkose_, that I took for my chief wife Lalusini, the
daughter of great Tshaka, but as to this the King enjoined upon us to
keep her birth a secret.  And we dwelt long together and loved each
other much, and there was peace in our kraal; for Lalusini was
tender-hearted as well as beautiful, and not as Nangeza, who was hard
and desired to be chief over all upon whom she looked.  But save on very
great and momentous occasions, Lalusini gave up practising sorcery, and,
indeed, she told me afterwards how she had been able to sing the Song of
the Shield in our ears in such wise as to turn the tide of the battle,
and how that the great cliff above us was so formed at one place as to
throw back the voice even when the singer was a long distance off: so
had the song been heard as though it sprang out of nowhere, to the
saving of our nation.

And I, after that I carried the white shield and the King's broad spear
into many a fray, and the might of the Amandebeli stood as it had ever
done, nor was the arm of Dingane stretched out again to strike us
until--Well, there came a time.

But it will soon grow dark, _Nkose_, nor is there time to begin another
story.  _Whau_! and a long one indeed has this been, for I think the sun
had but just risen when I began, and now it is about to sink below the
rim of the world again.  In the lives of men, as in the lives of
nations, strange things befall, and in mine, who am now old, strange
things have befallen.  I have lived under the shadow of five Kings--all
mighty and great--but of them all, saving perhaps Tshaka, none was so
great as Umzilikazi, the Father and Founder of a great and mighty
nation.



EPILOGUE.

Now as old Untuswa ended, the other two Zulus--who had been intently,
eagerly, listening throughout--never interrupting, though uttering an
emphatic murmur of assent or astonishment now and again, fell to
discussing this tale they had heard--the Tale of the White Shield.  They
compared it with other traditions of magic feats and magic arms, wholly
heroic and three parts mythical.  But the old follower of Umzilikazi
stood aloof with a good-humoured, yet pitying, kind of smile.  He had
other stories, he more than hinted; for this stirring epic which he had
just narrated covered a time which was to his life as less than the
blade of an assegai is to its whole length.

Then indeed, I, the stranger and the civilised, felt a growing
compunction that time--and other things--forbade further dalliance amid
the wild mountain haunts of these genuinely interesting barbarians, for
from where we sat to Kambtila, whither the wagon had proceeded, was a
far cry at that time of night; nor was the way better known to me than
any other road I had never travelled before, and it was already growing
dusk.  Wherefore my steed, grazing hard by, was caught and saddled, and
the splendid old veteran of a hundred fights, stood holding my stirrup
in his courteous Zulu manner, and thus with hearty farewells we parted.

The darkness drew down, curtaining the grey cliffs above with shadowy
gloom, and now lights twinkled forth from the little eyrie-like kraal,
and as I slanted down the steep side of the mountain I could still see
the dark forms of the three warriors, could hear the quivering rattle of
assegai-hafts and the deep bass of voices, as they took their way
homeward, half-hidden among the rocks and long grass.

So, too, did I take mine, reflecting on the completeness of this grand
savage epic--the Tale of the White Shield; also of that other I had
heard from the same narrator.  What tales they were!  What deeds, too,
which most of these quiet-looking, pleasant-featured, courtly-mannered
savages could tell of if they chose! dramas hardly credible as fitting
in with the latter quarter of this prosaic nineteenth century.  And I
marvelled exceedingly--not for the first time--over the boundless
stupidity of certain Britons of the denser sort, who in official or
private capacity could move among such for a greater or lesser period of
time, and yet bring away no more of an impression than that of a lot of
"blacks" who wore precious little clothing and were not eager to learn
the arts of "civilisation."






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