They rose as I came, but I frowned at my wife and she gave me no greeting.

Those with me looked at her askance.
"I have divorced this woman," I said to them.

"She is a withered tree, a worn out old hag, and now I take her with me to send her to the country of the Swazis, whence she came.

Cease weeping," I added to Macropha, "it is my last word." "What says the king ?" asked the men.
"I will answer to the king," I said.

And we went on.
Now I must tell how we lost Umslopogaas, the son of Chaka, who was then a great lad drawing on to manhood, fierce in temper, well grown and broad for his years.
We had journeyed seven days, for the way was long, and on the night of the seventh day we came to a mountainous country in which there were few kraals, for Chaka had eaten them all up years before.