But he is a man and a chief, and should know wisdom and justice." "She has bewitched him with her beauty.

Let us kill her," said the other women.
"Nay," answered Zinita, "I will speak with her," and she went and stood in the path along which the Lily walked singing, her arms folded across her breast.
Now Nada saw her and, ceasing her song, stretched out her hand to welcome her, saying, "Greeting, sister." But Zinita did not take it.
"It is not fitting, sister," she said, "that my hand, stained with toil, should defile yours, fresh with the scent of flowers.

But I am charged with a message, on my own behalf and the behalf of the other wives of our Lord Bulalio; the weeds grow thick in yonder corn, and we women are few; now that your love days are over, will not you come and help us?
If you brought no hoe from your Swazi home, surely we will buy you one." Now Nada saw what was meant, and the blood poured to her head.

Yet she answered calmly:-- "I would willingly do this, my sister, though I have never laboured in the fields, for wherever I have dwelt the men have kept me back from all work, save such as the weaving of flowers or the stringing of beads.
But there is this against it--Umslopogaas, my husband, charged me that I should not toil with my hands, and I may not disobey my husband." "Our husband charged you so, Nada?
Nay, then it is strange.

See, now, I am his head wife, his Inkosikaas--it was I who taught him how to win the axe.