These were her words, the words that came to me through the singing of the fire.

Tell me now, Mopo, where are those children that thou leddest from thy kraal, the boy with the lion eyes who is named Umslopogaas, and the girl who is named Nada ?" "Umslopogaas is dead by the lion's mouth, O king!" I answered, "and Nada sits in the Swazi caves." And I told him of the death of Umslopogaas and of how I had divorced Macropha, my wife.
"The boy with the lion eyes to the lion's mouth!" said Chaka.

"Enough of him; he is gone.

Nada may yet be sought for with the assegai in the Swazi caves; enough of her.

Let us speak of this song that my mother--who, alas! is dead, Mopo--this song she sang through the singing of the flames.