Come, show your business or be moving.

You are not of this people; surely that moocha is of a Swazi make, and here we do not love Swazis." "Were you not old, I would beat you for your insolence," said Nada, striving to look brave and all the while searching a way to escape.
"Also, I have no stick, only a spear, and that is for warriors, not for an old umfagozan like you." Ay, my father, I lived to hear my daughter name me an umfagozan--a low fellow! Now making pretence to be angry, I leaped at her with my kerrie up, and, forgetting her courage, she dropped her spear, and uttered a little scream.

But she still held the shield before her face.

I seized her by the arm, and struck a blow upon the shield with my kerrie--it would scarcely have crushed a fly, but this brave warrior trembled sorely.
"Where now is your valour, you who name my umfagozan ?" I said: "you who cry like a maid and whose arm is soft as a maid's." She made no answer, but hugged her tattered blanket round her, and shifting my grip from her arm, I seized it and rent it, showing her breast and shoulder; then I let her go, laughing, and said:-- "Lo! here is the warrior that would beat an old umfagozan for his insolence, a warrior well shaped for war! Now, my pretty maid who wander at night in the garment of a man, what tale have you to tell?
Swift with it, lest I drag you to the chief as his prize! The old man seeks a new wife, they tell me ?" Now when Nada saw that I had discovered her she threw down the shield after the spear, as a thing that was of no more use, and hung her head sullenly.

But when I spoke of dragging her to the chief then she flung herself upon the ground, and clasped my knees, for since I called him old, she thought that this chief could not be Umslopogaas.
"Oh, my father," said the Lily, "oh, my father, have pity on me! Yes, yes! I am a girl, a maid--no wife--and you who are old, you, perchance have daughters such as I, and in their name I ask for pity.