None were spared, the place was but a shambles; there on that day died full seven thousand men, and still Chaka walked weeping among them, saying, "Take them away, the heartless brutes, take them away!" Yet, my father, there was cunning in his cruelty, for though he destroyed many for sport alone, also he slew on this day all those whom he hated or whom he feared.
At length the night came down, the sun sank red that day, all the sky was like blood, and blood was all the earth beneath.

Then the killing ceased, because none had now the strength to kill, and the people lay panting in heaps upon the ground, the living and the dead together.

I looked at them, and saw that if they were not allowed to eat and drink, before day dawned again the most of them would be dead, and I spoke to the king, for I cared little in that hour if I lived or died; even my hope of vengeance was forgotten in the sickness of my heart.
"A mourning indeed, O King," I said, "a merry mourning for true-hearted men, but for wizards a mourning such as they do not love.

I think that thy sorrows are avenged, O King, thy sorrows and mine also." "Not so, Mopo," answered the king, "this is but the beginning; our mourning was merry to-day, it shall be merrier to-morrow." "To-morrow, O King, few will be left to mourn; for the land will be swept of men." "Why, Mopo, son of Makedama?
But a few have perished of all the thousands who are gathered together.

Number the people and they will not be missed." "But a few have died beneath the assegai and the kerrie, O King.