He put down the buck upon the ground, and, walking to where Umslopogaas lay, looked at him.
"Ou!" he said, "your eyes are open--do you, then, live, stranger ?" "I live," answered Umslopogaas, "and I am hungry." "It is time," said the other, "since with toil I bore you here through the forest, for twelve days you have lain without sense, drinking water only.

So deeply had the lion clawed you that I thought of you as dead.
Twice I was near to killing you, that you might cease to suffer and I to be troubled; but I held my hand, because of a word which came to me from one who is dead.

Now eat, that your strength may return to you.
Afterwards, we will talk." So Umslopogaas ate, and little by little his health returned to him--every day a little.

And afterwards, as they sat at night by the fire in the cave they spoke together.
"How are you named ?" asked Umslopogaas of the other.
"I am named Galazi the Wolf," he answered, "and I am of Zulu blood--ay, of the blood of Chaka the king; for the father of Senzangacona, the father of Chaka, was my great-grandfather." "Whence came you, Galazi ?" "I came from Swaziland--from the tribe of the Halakazi, which I should rule.

This is the story: Siguyana, my grandfather, was a younger brother of Senzangacona, the father of Chaka.