Therefore I shall leave what remains untold to the imagination of anyone who chances to read these pages.
We were victorious, and had indeed much cause for gratitude who still lived to look upon the sun.

Yet the night that followed the Battle of the Gate was a sad one, at least for me, who felt the death of my friend the foresighted hero, Mavovo, of the bombastic but faithful Sammy, and of my brave hunters more than I can say.

Also the old Zulu's prophecy concerning me, that I too should die in battle, weighed upon me, who seemed to have seen enough of such ends in recent days and to desire one more tranquil.
Living here in peaceful England as I do now, with no present prospect of leaving it, it does not appear likely that it will be fulfilled.

Yet, after my experience of the divining powers of Mavovo's "Snake"-- well, those words of his make me feel uncomfortable.

For when all is said and done, who can know the future?
Moreover, it is the improbable that generally happens[*] [*] As the readers of "Allan Quatermain" will be aware, this prophecy of the dying Zulu was fulfilled.