A third time it was sent, but he did not obey the message and then--where was Chaka ?" Here Umslopogaas passed his hand across his mouth, a significant gesture amongst the Zulus.
"Mopo," I said, "yes, I have heard the story of Mopo, also that Chaka's body became _his_ servant in the end, since Mopo killed him with the help of the princes Dingaan and Umhlangana.

Also I have heard that this Mopo still lives, though not in Zululand." "Does he, Macumazahn ?" said Umslopogaas, taking snuff from a spoon and looking at me keenly over the spoon.

"You seem to know a great deal, Macumazahn; too much as some might think." "Yes," I answered, "perhaps I do know too much, or at any rate more than I want to know.

For instance, O fosterling of Mopo and son of--was the lady named Baleka ?--I know a good deal about _you_." Umslopogaas stared at me and laying his hand upon the great axe, half rose.

Then he sat down again.
"I think that this," and I touched the image of Zikali upon my breast, "would turn even the blade of the axe named Groan-maker," I said and paused.