named the Lily now: once I had another name. Nada, daughter of
Mopo, I was once; but name and all else are dead, and I go to join them.
Kill me and make an end. I will shut my eyes, that I may not see the
great axe flash."

Now Umslopogaas gazed upon her again, and Groan-Maker fell from his
hand.

"Look on me, Nada, daughter of Mopo," he said in a low voice; "look at
me and say who am I."

She looked once more and yet again. Now her face was thrust forward as
one who gazes over the edge of the world; it grew fixed and strange. "By
my heart," she said, "by my heart, you are Umslopogaas, my brother who
is dead, and whom dead as living I have loved ever and alone."

Then the torch flared out, but Umslopogaas took hold of her in the
darkness and pressed her to him and kissed her, the sister whom he found
after many years, and she kissed him.

"You kiss me now," she said, "yet not long ago that great axe shore
my locks, missing me but by a finger's-breadth--and still the sound of
fighting rings in my ears! Ah! a boon of you, my brother--a boon: let
there be no more death since we are met once more. The people of the
Halakazi are conquered, and it is their just doom, for thus, in this
same way, they killed those with whom I lived before. Yet they have
treated me well, not forcing me into wedlock, and protecting me from
Dingaan; so spare them, my brother, if you may."

Then Umslopogaas lifted up his voice, commanding that the killing should
cease, and sent messengers running swiftly with these words: "This is
the command of Bulalio: that he should lifts hand against one more of
the people of the Halakazi shall be killed himself"; and the soldiers
obeyed him, though the order came somewhat late, and no more of the
Halakazi were brought to doom. They were suffered to escape, except
those of the women and children who were kept to be led away as
captives. And they ran far that night. Nor did they come together again
to be a people, for they feared Galazi the Wolf, who would be chief
over them, but they were scattered wide in the world, to sojourn among
strangers.

Now when the soldiers had eaten abundantly of the store of the Halakazi,
and guards had been sent to ward the cattle and watch against surprise,
Umslopogaas spoke long with Nada the Lily, taking her apart, and he told
her all his story. She told him also the tale which you know, my father,
of how she had lived with the little people that were subject to the
Hal