wn tribe, the Langeni, shall
be there also. Then we will mourn together over our woes; then, too, we
will learn who brought these woes upon us. Go now, Mopo, go! And go
ye also, my councillors, leaving me to weep alone because my mother is
dead!"

Thus, then, my father, did the words of Baleka come true, and thus,
because of the crafty policy of Chaka, I grew greater in the land than
ever I had been before. I chose the cattle, they were fat; I chose the
wives, they were fair; but I took no pleasure in them, nor were any more
children born to me. For my heart was like a withered stick; the sap and
strength had gone from my heart--it was drawn out in the fire of Chaka's
hut, and lost in my sorrow for those whom I had loved.

CHAPTER XII. THE TALE OF GALAZI THE WOLF

Now, my father, I will go back a little, for my tale is long and winds
in and out like a river in a plain, and tell of the fate of Umslopogaas
when the lion had taken him, as he told it to me in the after years.

The lioness bounded away, and in her mouth was Umslopogaas. Once he
struggled, but she bit him hard, so he lay quiet in her mouth, and
looking back he saw the face of Nada as she ran from the fence of
thorns, crying "Save him!" He saw her face, he heard her words, then he
saw and heard little more, for the world grew dark to him and he passed,
as it were, into a deep sleep. Presently Umslopogaas awoke again,
feeling pain in his thigh, where the lioness had bitten him, and heard a
sound of shouting. He looked up; near to him stood the lioness that had
loosed him from her jaws. She was snorting with rage, and in front of
her was a lad long and strong, with a grim face, and a wolf's hide,
black and grey, bound about his shoulders in such fashion that the
upper jar and teeth of the wolf rested on his head. He stood before the
lioness, shouting, and in one hand he held a large war-shield, and in
the other he grasped a heavy club shod with iron.

Now the lioness crouched herself to spring, growling terribly, but the
lad with the club did not wait for her onset. He ran in upon her and
struck her on the head with the club. He smote hard and well, but this
did not kill her, for she reared herself upon her hind legs and struck
at him heavily. He caught the blow upon his shield, but the shield was
driven against his breast so strongly that he fell backwards beneath it,
and lay there howling like a wolf in pain. Then the lioness sprang upon
him and worri