The boy, Unandi's son, having taken the gourd, did not offer the water to his mother.

He drank two-thirds of it himself; I think that he would have drunk it all had not his thirst been slaked; but when he had done he gave what was left to his mother, and she finished it.

Then he took the gourd again, and came forward, holding it in one hand; in the other he carried a short stick.
"What is your name, boy ?" he said to me as a big rich man speaks to one who is little and poor.
"Mopo is my name," I answered.
"And what is the name of your people ?" I told him the name of my tribe, the Langeni tribe.
"Very well, Mopo; now I will tell you my name.

My name is Chaka, son of Senzangacona, and my people are called the Amazulu.

And I will tell you something more.