I looked before me, towards the end of the cleft; there also loomed the plumes of warriors, and in their hands was a hedge of spears.
Then, from all the people there arose another cry, a cry of terror and of agony.
"Ah! now they mourn indeed, Mopo," said Chaka in my ear; "now thy people mourn from the heart and not with the lips alone." As he spoke the multitude of the people on either side of the rift surged forward like a wave, surged back again, once more surged forward, then, with a dreadful crying, driven on by the merciless spears of the soldiers, they began to fall in a torrent of men, women, and children, far into the black depths below.
* * * * * My father, forgive me the tears that fall from these blind eyes of mine; I am very aged, I am but as a little child, and as a little child I weep.

I cannot tell it.

At last it was done, and all grew still.
* * * * * Thus was Makedama buried beneath the bodies of his people; thus was ended the tribe of the Langeni; as my mother had dreamed, so it came about; and thus did Chaka take vengeance for that cup of milk which was refused to him many a year before.
"Thou hast not won thy bet, Mopo," said the king presently.

"See there is a little space where one more may find room to sleep.

Full to the brim is this corn-chamber with the ears of death, in which no living grain is left.