Here I have but one regiment, and I think that the Slaughterer may take some killing.

Wait till my impis return from wiping out the white Amaboona, and it shall be as thou dost desire.
Whose are those children ?" "They are my children and the children of Bulalio, who was my husband." "The children of him whom thou wouldst cause to be slain." "Yea, King." "Surely, woman, thou art as good a mother as wife!" said Dingaan.

"Now I have spoken--begone!" But the heart of Zinita was hungry for vengeance, vengeance swift and terrible, on the Lily, who lay in her place, and on her husband, who had thrust her aside for the Lily's sake.

She did not desire to wait--no, not even for an hour.
"Hearken, O King!" she cried, "the tale is not yet all told.

This man, Bulalio, plots against thy throne with Mopo, son of Makedama, who was thy councillor." "He plots against my throne, woman?
The lizard plots against the cliff on which it suns itself?
Then let him plot; and as for Mopo, I will catch him yet!" "Yes, O King! but that is not all the tale.