On the right of the path to the river lay the mealie-fields of the chief, and in them laboured Zinita and the other women of Umslopogaas, weeding the mealie-plants.

They looked up and saw Nada pass, then worked on sullenly.

After awhile they saw her come again fresh from the bath, very fair to see, and having flowers twined among her hair, and as she walked she sang a song of love.

Now Zinita cast down her hoe.
"Is this to be borne, my sisters ?" she said.
"No," answered another, "it is not to be borne.

What shall we do--shall we fall upon her and kill her now ?" "It would be more just to kill Bulalio, our lord," answered Zinita.
"Nada is but a woman, and, after the fashion of us women, takes all that she can gather.