There, seated on a stone, resting himself, was Galazi, and round him surged the numbers of the Grey People.

Umslopogaas came to him and looked at him, for he seemed somewhat weary.

There were flesh wounds on his great breast and arms, the little shield was well-nigh hewn to strips, and the Watcher showed signs of war.
"How went it, brother ?" asked Umslopogaas.
"Not so ill, but all those who stood with me in the way are dead, and with them a few of the foe.

I alone am fled like a coward.

They came on us thrice, but we held them back till the Lily was safe; then, all our men being down, I ran, Umslopogaas, and swam the torrent, for I was minded to die here in my own place." Now, though he said little of it, I must tell you, my father, that Galazi had made a great slaughter there in the neck of the donga.
Afterwards I counted the slain, and they were many; the nine men of the People of the Axe were hidden in them.
"Perhaps it shall be the Slayers who die, brother." "Perhaps, at least, there shall be death for some.