The boy is her own son, Moosa, whom she does not know in her sickness." But Chaka stood up in the hut and laughed terribly.

"Truly, Nobela prophesied well," he cried, "and I did ill to slay her.

So this is the trick thou hast played upon me, my mother.

Thou wouldst give a son to to me who will have no son: thou wouldst give me a son to kill me.

Good! Mother of the Heavens, take thou the doom of the Heavens! Thou wouldst give me a son to slay me and rule in my place; now, in turn, I, thy son, will rob me of a mother.