Take him away, the heartless brute! Oh, take him away!" So this one also was killed, and these were but the first of thousands, for presently Chaka grew mad with wickedness, with fury, and with the lust of blood.

He walked to and fro, weeping, going now and again into his hut to drink beer, and I with him, for he said that we who sorrowed must have food.

And ever as he walked he would wave his arm or his assegai, saying, "Take them away, the heartless brutes, who do not weep because my mother is dead," and those who chanced to stand before his arm were killed, till at length the slayers could slay no more, and themselves were slain, because their strength had failed them, and they had no more tears.

And I also, I must slay, lest if I slew not I should myself be slain.
And now, at length, the people also went mad with their thirst and the fury of their fear.

They fell upon each other, killing each other; every man who had a foe sought him out and killed him.