Now I looked at Chaka, who stood shaking the little red spear, and thought swiftly, for the hour had come.
"Help!" I cried, "one is slaying the King!" As I spoke the reed fence burst asunder, and through it plunged the princes Umhlangana and Dingaan, as bulls plunge through a brake.
Then I pointed to Chaka with my withered hand, saying, "Behold your king!" Now, from beneath the shelter of his kaross, each Prince drew out a short stabbing spear, and plunged it into the body of Chaka the king.
Umhlangana smote him on the left shoulder, Dingaan struck him in the right side.

Chaka dropped the little spear handled with the red wood and looked round, and so royally that the princes, his brothers, grew afraid and shrank away from him.
Twice he looked on each; then he spoke, saying: "What! do you slay me, my brothers--dogs of mine own house, whom I have fed?
Do you slay me, thinking to possess the land and to rule it?
I tell you it shall not be for long.

I hear a sound of running feet--the feet of a great white people.

They shall stamp you flat, children of my father! They shall rule the land that I have won, and you and your people shall be their slaves!" Thus Chaka spoke while the blood ran down him to the ground, and again he looked on them royally, like a buck at gaze.
"Make an end, O ye who would be kings!" I cried; but their hearts had turned to water and they could not.

Then I, Mopo, sprang forward and picked from the ground that little assegai handled with the royal wood--the same assegai with which Chaka had murdered Unandi, his mother, and Moosa, my son, and lifted it on high, and while I lifted it, my father, once more, as when I was young, a red veil seemed to wave before my eyes.
"Wherefore wouldst thou kill me, Mopo ?" said the king.
"For the sake of Baleka, my sister, to whom I swore the deed, and of all my kin," I cried, and plunged the spear through him.