Now THEY lie low in blood at thy hand; in a day to come, O King, THOU shalt lie low in blood at theirs.

Madness has taken hold of thee, O King, that thou hast done this thing, and the fruit of thy madness shall be thy death.

I have spoken, I, who am the king's servant.

Let the will of the king be done." Then I stood still waiting to be killed, for, my father, in the fury of my heart at the wickedness which had been worked I could not hold back my words.

Thrice Dingaan looked on me with a terrible face, and yet there was fear in his face striving with its rage, and I waited calmly to see which would conquer, the fear or the rage.