Yet hunger and thirst shall finish the spear's work.

The people have neither eaten nor drunk for a day and a night, and for a day and a night they have wailed and moaned.

Look without, Black One, there they lie in heaps with the dead.

By to-morrow's light they also will be dead or dying." Now, Chaka thought awhile, and he saw that the work would go too far, leaving him but a small people over whom to rule.
"It is hard, Mopo," he said, "that thou and I must mourn alone over our woes while these dogs feast and make merry.

Yet, because of the gentleness of my heart, I will deal gently with them.