This is the king's word: that the impi shall run to the land of Natal and slay the Boers there, wiping them out, man, woman, and child.

Away!" Now the messengers cried out the royal salute of Bayete, and, leaping forward like spears from the hand of the thrower, were gone at once.

But we, the councillors, the members of the Amapakati, still stood silent.
Then Dingaan spoke again, addressing me:-- "Is thy heart at rest now, Mopo, son of Makedama?
Ever hast thou bleated in my ear of this white people and of the deeds that they shall do, and lo! I have blown upon them with my breath and they are gone.

Say, Mopo, are the Amaboona wizards yonder all dead?
If any be left alive, I desire to speak with one of them." Then I looked Dingaan in the face and spoke.
"They are all dead, and thou, O King, thou also art dead." "It were well for thee, thou dog," said Dingaan, "that thou shouldst make thy meaning plain." "Let the king pardon me," I answered; "this is my meaning.

Thou canst not kill this white men, for they are not of one race, but of many races, and the sea is their home; they rise out of the black water.
Destroy those that are here, and others shall come to avenge them, more and more and more! Now thou hast smitten in thy hour; in theirs they shall smite in turn.