Look on those spears--they are but a fourth part of the number I can muster: that is my answer.

Look now on yonder mountain, the mountain of ghosts and wolves--unknown, impassable, save to me and one other: that is my answer.

Spears and mountains shall come together--the mountain shall be alive with spears and with the fangs of beasts.

Let Dingaan seek his tribute there! I have spoken!" Now I laughed shrilly, desiring to try the heart of Umslopogaas, my fosterling, yet further.
"Fool!" I said.

"Boy with the brain of a monkey, for every spear you have Dingaan, whom I serve, can send a hundred, and your mountain shall be stamped flat; and for your ghosts and wolves, see, with the mouth of Dingaan I spit upon them!" and I spat upon the ground.
Now Umslopogaas shook in his rage, and the great axe glimmered as he shook.