I saw that she was dying, but life still flickered in her, and the fire of hate burned in her snaky eyes.
"Hail, king!" she screamed.
"Peace, liar!" he answered; "thou art dead!" "Not yet, king.

I heard thy voice and the voice of yonder dog, whom I would have given to the jackals, and I will not die till I have spoken.
I smelt him out this morning when I was alive; now that I am as one already dead, I smell him out again.

He shall bewitch thee with blood indeed, Chaka--he and Unandi, thy mother, and Baleka, thy wife.

Think of my words when the assegai reddens before thee for the last time, king! Farewell!" And she uttered a great cry and rolled upon the ground dead.
"The witch lies hard and dies hard," said the king carelessly, and turned upon his heel.

But those words of dead Nobela remained fixed in his memory, or so much of them as had been spoken of Unandi and Baleka.
There they remained like seeds in the earth, there they grew to bring forth fruit in their season.
And thus ended the great Ingomboco of Chaka, the greatest Ingomboco that ever was held in Zululand..