He has cleared them--he has lit--and now the shield-hedge guards two chiefs.

But not for long.
Ou! Groan-Maker is aloft, he falls--and neither shield nor axe may stay his stroke, both are cleft through, and the Halakazi lack a leader.
The shield-ring wheels in upon itself.

Fools! Galazi is upon you! What was that?
Look, now! see how many bones are left unbroken in him whom the Watcher falls on full! What!--another down! Close up, shield-men--close up! Ai! are you fled?
Ah! the wave has fallen on the beach.

Listen to its roaring--listen to the roaring of the shields! Stand, you men of the Halakazi--stand! Surely they are but a few.

So! it is done! By the head of Chaka! they break--they are pushed back--now the wave of slaughter seethes along the sands--now the foe is swept like floating weed, and from all the line there comes a hissing like the hissing of thin waters.