to this man, because he tried to
rob another of his share of the spoil of the Halakazi. He spoke sharply
to him, degrading him from his rank, and setting another over him. Also
he took cattle from the man, and gave them to him whom he would have
robbed.

And thereafter, though he was justly served, this man thought more and
more of the third who had passed through the arch of the cave and had
not returned, and who seemed to him to have a fair woman's shape, and
eyes which gleamed like those of a woman.

On that day, then, Umslopogaas began his march to the kraal
Umgugundhlovu, where Dingaan sat. But before he set his face homewards,
in the presence of the soldiers, he asked Galazi the Wolf if he
would come back with him, or if he desired to stay to be chief of the
Halakazi, as he was by right of birth and war. Then the Wolf laughed,
and answered that he had come out to seek for vengeance, and not for the
place of a chief, also that there were few of the Halakazi people left
over whom he might rule if he wished. Moreover, he added this: that,
like twin trees, they two blood-brethren had grown up side by side till
their roots were matted together, and that, were one of them dug up and
planted in Swazi soil, he feared lest both should wither, or, at the
last, that he, Galazi, would wither, who loved but one man and certain
wolves.

So Umslopogaas said no more of the chieftainship, but began his journey.
With him he brought a great number of cattle, to be a gift for Dingaan,
and a multitude of captives, young women and children, for he would
appease the heart of Dingaan, because he did not bring her whom he
sought--the Lily, flower of flowers. Yet, because he was cautious and
put little faith in the kindness of kings, Umslopogaas, so soon as he
reached the borders of Zululand, sent the best of the cattle and the
fairest of the maids and children on to the kraal of the People of the
Axe by the Ghost Mountain. And he who had been captain of the guard but
now was a common soldier noticed this also.

Now it chanced that on a certain morning I, Mopo, sat in the kraal
Umgugundhlovu in attendance on Dingaan. For still I waited on the king,
though he had spoken no word to me, good or bad, since the yesterday,
when I foretold to him that in the blood of the white men whom he had
betrayed grew the flower of his own death. For, my father, it was on the
morrow of the slaying of the Amaboona that Umslopogaas came to the kraal
Umgu