Galazi said that he would do well to let it be, and that it was better to stay with the wolves than to go out seeking strange weapons.

He said also that even if he won the axe, the matter might not stay there, for he must take the girl also, and his heart boded no good of women.

It had been a girl who poisoned his father in the kraals of the Halakazi.

To all of which Umslopogaas answered nothing, for his heart was set both on the axe and the girl, but more on the first than the last.
So the time wore on, and at length came the day of the new moon.

At the dawn of that day Umslopogaas arose and clad himself in a moocha, binding the she-wolf's skin round his middle beneath the moocha.