He was named Zwaumbana, chief of the Amabovus, and with him were his wives and followers.

This man could weep no more; he gasped with thirst and heat.
The king looked at him.
"See, Mopo," he said, "see that brute who has no tears for my mother who is dead! Oh, the monster without a heart! Shall such as he live to look upon the sun, while I and thou must weep, Mopo?
Never! never! Take him away, and all those who are with him! Take them away, the people without hearts, who do not weep because my mother is dead by witchcraft!" And Chaka walked on weeping, and I followed also weeping, but the chief Zwaumbana and those with him were all slain by those who do the bidding of the king, and the slayers also must weep as they slew.

Presently we came upon another man, who, seeing the king, took snuff secretly to bring tears to his eyes.

But the glance of Chaka was quick, and he noted it.
"Look at him, Mopo," he said, "look at the wizard who has no tears, though my mother is dead by witchcraft.

See, he takes snuff to bring tears to his eyes that are dry with wickedness.