Were axe, Groan-Maker, and club, Watcher of the Fords, side by side, there are no thirty men in Zululand who could stand before them.

I have said.
Choose!' And the aged woman watched me cunningly through her horny eyes.
"'She speaks truly now,' said one of those who stood near.

'Let the club be, young man: he who owns it smites great blows indeed, but in the end he dies by the assegai.

None dare own the Watcher of the Fords.' "'A good death and a swift!' I answered.

And pondered a time, while still the old woman watched me through her horny eyes.