I have spoken." Chaka saw and heard, and of a sudden he quailed, growing afraid in his heart, and turned his head away.
"Mopo, my brother," said Baleka, "let us speak together for the last time; it is the king's word." So I drew apart with Baleka, my sister, and a spear was in my hand.
We stood together alone by the people of the dead and Baleka threw the corner of the kaross about her brows and spoke to me swiftly from beneath its shadow.
"What did I say to you a while ago, Mopo?
It has come to pass.

Swear to me that you will live on and that this same hand of yours shall taken vengeance for me." "I swear it, my sister." "Swear to me that when the vengeance is done you will seek out my son Umslopogaas if he still lives, and bless him in my name." "I swear it, my sister." "Fare you well, Mopo! We have always loved each other much, and now all fades, and it seems to me that once more we are little children playing about the kraals of the Langeni.

So may we play again in another land! Now, Mopo"-- and she looked at me steadily, and with great eyes--"I am weary.

I would join the spirits of my people.

I hear them calling in my ears.