He turned to the captain who was behind him, and said: "Say, Galazi the Wolf, shall we kill this man and those with him ?" "Nay," answered the Wolf, grinning, "do not kill them; you have given them safe conduct.

Moreover, let them go back to their dog of a king, that he may send out his puppies to do battle with our wolves.

It will be a pretty fight." "Get you gone, O Mouth," said Umslopogaas; "get you gone swiftly, lest mischief befall you! Without my gates you shall find food to satisfy your hunger.

Eat of it and begone, for if to-morrow at the noon you are found within a spear's throw of this kraal, you and those with you shall bide there forever, O Mouth of Dingaan the king!" Now I made as though I would depart, then, turning suddenly, I spoke once more, saying:-- "There were words in your message to the Black One who is dead of a certain man--nay, how was he named ?--of a certain Mopo." Now Umslopogaas started as one starts who is wounded by a spear, and stared at me.
"Mopo! What of Mopo, O Mouth, whose eyes are veiled?
Mopo is dead, whose son I was!" "Ah!" I said, "yes, Mopo is dead--that is, the Black One who is gone killed a certain Mopo.

How came it, O Bulalio, that you were his son ?" "Mopo is dead," quoth Umslopogaas again; "he is dead with all his house, his kraal is stamped flat, and that is why I hated the Black One, and therefore I hate Dingaan, his brother, and will be as are Mopo and the house of Mopo before I pay him tribute of a single ox." All this while I had spoken to Umslopogaas in a feigned voice, my father, but now I spoke again and in my own voice, saying:-- "So! Now you speak from your heart, young man, and by digging I have reached the root of the matter.