Ha! ha! They fell off! Perhaps they are falling still, perhaps they creep about their desolate kraals in the skins of snakes.

I wish I knew the snakes that I might crush them with my heel.

Yonder, beneath us, at the burying place of kings, there is a hole.

In that hole lies the bones of Chaka, the king who died for Baleka.

Far away in Zululand there is a cleft upon the Ghost Mountain.
At the foot of that cleft lie the bones of Dingaan, the king who died for Nada.