But you, my brother, pass the river with the Lily in your hand.

We will join you in the forest; but if perchance we cannot find you, you know what must be done: set the Lily in the cave, then return and call up the grey impi.

Wow! my brother, I must find you if I may, for if these men of Dingaan have a mind for sport there shall be such a hunting on the Ghost Mountain as the old Witch has not seen.

Go now, my brother!" "It is not my way to turn and run while others stand and fight," growled Umslopogaas; "yet, because of Nada, it seems that I must." "Oh! heed me not, my love," said Nada, "I have brought thee sorrow--I am weary, let me die; kill me and save yourselves!" For answer, Umslopogaas took her by the hand and fled towards the river; but before he reached it he heard the sounds of the fray, the war-cry of the Slayers as they poured upon the People of the Axe, the howl of his brother, the Wolf, when the battle joined--ay, and the crash of the Watcher as the blow went home.
"Well bitten, Wolf!" he said, stopping; "that one shall need no more; oh! that I might"-- but again he looked at Nada, and sped on.
Now they had leaped into the foaming river, and here it was well that the Lily could swim, else both had been lost.

But they won through and passed forward to the mountain's flank.