"Begone, Zinita!--and know this, that if I hear you snarl such words of him who is my father, you shall go further than your own hut, for I will put you away and drive you from my kraal.

I have suffered you too long." "I go," said Zinita.

"Oh! I am well served! I made you chief, and now you threaten to put me away." "My own hands made me chief," said Umslopogaas, and, springing up, he thrust her from the hut.
"It is a poor thing to be wedded to such a woman, my father," he said presently.
"Yes, a poor thing, Umslopogaas, yet these are the burdens that men must bear.

Learn wisdom from it, Umslopogaas, and have as little to do with women as may be; at the least, do not love them overmuch, so shall you find the more peace." Thus I spoke, smiling, and would that he had listened to my counsel, for it is the love of women which has brought ruin on Umslopogaas! All this was many years ago, and but lately I have heard that Umslopogaas is fled into the North, and become a wanderer to his death because of the matter of a woman who had betrayed him, making it seem that he had murdered one Loustra, who was his blood brother, just as Galazi had been.

I do not know how it came about, but he who was so fierce and strong had that weakness like his uncle Dingaan, and it has destroyed him at the last, and for this cause I shall behold him no more.
Now, my father, for awhile we were silent and alone in the hut, and as we sat I thought I heard a rat stir in the thatch.
Then I spoke.