n the spirits of my people. I hear them calling in my
ears. It is finished."

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For the rest, I will not tell it to you, my father.

CHAPTER XIX. MASILO COMES TO THE KRAAL DUGUZA

That night the curse of Baleka fell upon Chaka, and he slept ill. So
ill did he sleep that he summoned me to him, bidding me walk abroad with
him. I went, and we walked alone and in silence, Chaka leading the way
and I following after him. Now I saw that his feet led him towards the
U'Donga-lu-ka-Tatiyana, that place where all my people lay dead, and
with them Baleka, my sister. We climbed the slope of the hill slowly,
and came to the mouth of the cleft, to that same spot where Chaka had
stood when the people fell over the lips of the rock like water. Then
there had been noise and crying, now there was silence, for the night
was very still. The moon was full also, and lighted up the dead who lay
near to us, so that I could see them all; yes, I could see even the face
of Baleka, my sister--they had thrown her into the midst of the dead.
Never had it looked so beautiful as in this hour, and yet as I gazed I
grew afraid. Only the far end of the donga was hid in shadow.

"Thou wouldst not have won thy bet now, Mopo, my servant," said Chaka.
"See, they have sunk together! The donga is not full by the length of a
stabbing-spear."

I did not answer, but at the sound of the king's voice jackals stirred
and slunk away.

Presently he spoke again, laughing loudly as he spoke: "Thou shouldst
sleep well this night, my mother, for I have sent many to hush thee to
rest. Ah, people of the Langeni tribe, you forgot, but I remembered! You
forgot how a woman and a boy came to you seeking food and shelter, and
you would give them none--no, not a gourd of milk. What did I promise
you on that day, people of the Langeni tribe? Did I not promise you that
for every drop the gourd I craved would hold I would take the life of a
man? And have I not kept my promise? Do not men lie here more in number
than the drops of water in a gourd, and with them woman and children
countless as the leaves? O people of the Langeni tribe, who refused
me milk when I was little, having grown great, I am avenged upon you!
Having grown great! Ah! who is there so great as I? The earth shakes
beneath my feet; when I speak the people tremble, when I frown they
die--they die in thousands. I have grown great, and great I shall
remain! The land is mine, far as the feet of man