But if you will let us go, you can take them from among our number as we pass before you, for that will be no fault of ours, or if they do not choose to accompany us, after we have gone by you can ascend the mountain and take them.' "To this Bull-Head assented, saying, 'Set the Lady Swallow in her chair upon the cliff edge and Sihamba at her side so that my eyes seeing them may know that they are safe, and you shall go.' So it was agreed between us that to-morrow at the dawn he will open the wall and let us down to the river to drink, after which we may pass whither we will." Now when Sihamba heard these shameful words her rage was so great that for a while she could not even speak.

At length she found her tongue and gasped out: "Oh! father of cowards, do you dare to sing such a song in my ears?
Why do not you, who are many, storm the pass and take the water ?" "Lady," answered the old man coldly, "we dare because we must, for honour cannot live before the assegai of thirst.

You talk to us of storming the pass; we cannot storm it, for ten men can hold that place against a hundred; also our arms are weak and we are weary of war.
Listen; on the one hand are the lives of thousands, with them your own and that of the White Swallow, and on the other this dishonour.

We choose the dishonour, since if you and the Swallow do not desire to fall into the hands of Bull-Head, you can still do what you must have done had we chosen honour.

Lady, you can die, knowing that by your death you have saved the lives of the multitude over whom you rule.
"Listen again, lady, we did not seek you, it was you who came back to us after the death of the chief, your brother.