Presently they opened again, and he was dead.
Thus then, my father, did Chaka the King, the greatest man who has ever lived in Zululand, and the most evil, pass by my hand to those kraals of the Inkosazana where no sleep is.

In blood he died as he had lived in blood, for the climber at last falls with the tree, and in the end the swimmer is borne away by the stream.

Now he trod that path which had been beaten flat for him by the feet of people whom he had slaughtered, many as the blades of grass upon a mountain-side; but it is a lie to say, as some do, that he died a coward, praying for mercy.

Chaka died, as he had lived, a brave man.

Ou! my father, I know it, for these eyes saw it and this hand let out his life.
Now he was dead and the regiment of the Bees drew near, nor could I know how they would take this matter, for, though the Prince Umhlangana was their general, yet all the soldiers loved the king, because he had no equal in battle, and when he gave he gave with an open hand.