We climbed the slope of the hill slowly, and came to the mouth of the cleft, to that same spot where Chaka had stood when the people fell over the lips of the rock like water.

Then there had been noise and crying, now there was silence, for the night was very still.

The moon was full also, and lighted up the dead who lay near to us, so that I could see them all; yes, I could see even the face of Baleka, my sister--they had thrown her into the midst of the dead.
Never had it looked so beautiful as in this hour, and yet as I gazed I grew afraid.

Only the far end of the donga was hid in shadow.
"Thou wouldst not have won thy bet now, Mopo, my servant," said Chaka.
"See, they have sunk together! The donga is not full by the length of a stabbing-spear." I did not answer, but at the sound of the king's voice jackals stirred and slunk away.
Presently he spoke again, laughing loudly as he spoke: "Thou shouldst sleep well this night, my mother, for I have sent many to hush thee to rest.

Ah, people of the Langeni tribe, you forgot, but I remembered! You forgot how a woman and a boy came to you seeking food and shelter, and you would give them none--no, not a gourd of milk.