Some of them were trampled to death in the water.
Afterwards I slept as I might best; it was not well, my father, for I knew that Chaka was not yet gutted with slaughter.
On the morrow many of the people went back to their homes, having sought leave from the king, others drew away the dead to the place of bones, and yet others were sent out in impis to kill such as had not come to the mourning of the king.

When midday was past, Chaka said that he would walk, and ordered me and other of his indunas and servants to walk with him.

We went on in silence, the king leaning on my shoulder as on a stick.

"What of thy people, Mopo," he said at length, "what of the Langeni tribe?
Were they at my mourning?
I did not see them." Then I answered that I did not know, they had been summoned, but the way was long and the time short for so many to march so far.
"Dogs should run swiftly when their master calls, Mopo, my servant," said Chaka, and the dreadful light came into his eyes that never shone in the eyes of any other man.

Then I grew sick at heart, my father--ay, though I loved my people little, and they had driven me away, I grew sick at heart.