Yet I will try." "Perhaps it is worth trying and perhaps it is not, my uncle," answered Umslopogaas.

"One thing I know: I had rather see Nada at my gates to-night than hear all the chiefs in the land crying 'Hail, O King!'" "You will live to think otherwise, Umslopogaas; and now spies must be set at the kraal Umgugundhlovu to give us warning of the mind of the king, lest he should send an impi suddenly to eat you up.

Perhaps his hands may be too full for that ere long, for those white Amaboona will answer his assegais with bullets.

And one more word: let nothing be said of this matter of your birth, least of all to Zinita your wife, or to any other woman." "Fear not, uncle," he answered; "I know how to be silent." Now after awhile Umslopogaas left me and went to the hut of Zinita, his Inkosikasi, where she lay wrapped in her blankets, and, as it seemed, asleep.
"Greeting, my husband," she said slowly, like one who wakens.

"I have dreamed a strange dream of you.