But I knew that he did not sleep, for all the while the firelight flickered in his fierce eyes.

Also I knew that he did but torment me, or that, perhaps, he would learn of the cattle before he killed me.

At length all the tale was told.
"So," said the king, "it goes well.

There are yet honest men left in the land.

Knowest thou, Mopo, that sorrow has come upon thy house while thou wast about my business." "I have heard it, O king!" I answered, as one who speaks of a small matter.
"Yes, Mopo, sorrow has come upon thy house, the curse of Heaven has fallen upon thy kraal.