So we are going to see something like the old times again, Macumazahn, when we fought and hunted in Zululand?
Ay, I will come.

Come life, come death, what care I, so that the blows fall fast and the blood runs red?
I grow old, I grow old, and I have not fought enough! And yet am I a warrior among warriors; see my scars' -- and he pointed to countless cicatrices, stabs and cuts, that marked the skin of his chest and legs and arms.

'See the hole in my head; the brains gushed out therefrom, yet did I slay him who smote, and live.

Knowest thou how many men I have slain, in fair hand-to-hand combat, Macumazahn?
See, here is the tale of them' -- and he pointed to long rows of notches cut in the rhinoceros-horn handle of his axe.

'Number them, Macumazahn -- one hundred and three -- and I have never counted but those whom I have ripped open {Endnote 3}, nor have I reckoned those whom another man had struck.' 'Be silent,' I said, for I saw that he was getting the blood-fever on him; 'be silent; well art thou called the "Slaughterer".
We would not hear of thy deeds of blood.