slay her. So this is the
trick thou hast played upon me, my mother. Thou wouldst give a son to
to me who will have no son: thou wouldst give me a son to kill me. Good!
Mother of the Heavens, take thou the doom of the Heavens! Thou wouldst
give me a son to slay me and rule in my place; now, in turn, I, thy son,
will rob me of a mother. Die, Unandi!--die at the hand thou didst bring
forth!" And he lifted the little assegai and smote it through her.

For a moment Unandi, Mother of the Heavens, wife of Senzangacona, stood
uttering no cry. Then she put up her hand, and drew the assegai from her
side.

"So shalt thou die also, Chaka the Evil!" she cried, and fell down dead
there in the hut.

Thus, then, did Chaka murder his mother Unandi.

Now when Baleka saw what had been done, she turned and fled from the hut
into the Emposeni, and so swiftly that the guards at the gates could not
stop her. But when she reached her own hut Baleka's strength failed her,
and she fell senseless on the ground. But the boy Moosa, my son, being
overcome with terror, stayed where he was, and Chaka, believing him to
be his son, murdered him also, and with his own hand.

Then he stalked out of the hut, and leaving the three guards at the
gate, commanded a company of soldiers to surround the kraal and fire it.
This they did, and as the people rushed out they killed them, and those
who did not run out were burned in the fire. Thus, then, perished all my
wives, my children, my servants, and those who were within the gates in
their company. The tree was burned, and the bees in it, and I alone was
left living--I and Macropha and Nada, who were far away.

Nor was Chaka yet satisfied with blood, for, as has been told, he sent
messengers bidding them kill Macropha, my wife, and Nada, my daughter,
and him who was named by son. But he commanded the messengers that they
should not slay me, but bring me living before them.

Now when the soldiers did not kill me I took counsel with myself, for it
was my belief that I was saved alive only that I might die later, and
in a more cruel fashion. Therefore for awhile I thought that it would be
well if I did that for myself which another purposed to do for me. Why
should I, who was already doomed, wait to meet my doom? What had I left
to keep me in the place of life, seeing that all whom I loved were
dead or gone? To die would be easy, for I knew the ways of death. In my
girdle I carried a secret medicine; he who