I am well-nigh sped, husband; horror and fear have conquered me, my strength fails, but I suffer little.

Let us talk no more of death, let us rather speak of our childhood, when we wandered hand in hand; let us talk also of our love, and of the happy hours that we have spent since your great axe rang upon the rock in the Halakazi caves, and my fear told you the secret of my womanhood.

See, I thrust my hand through the hole; can you not kiss it, Umslopogaas ?" Now Umslopogaas stooped his shattered head, and kissed the Lily's little hand, then he held it in his own, and so they sat till the end--he without, resting his back against the rock, she within, lying on her side, her arm stretched through the little hole.

They spoke of their love, and tried to forget their sorrow in it; he told her also of the fray which had been and how it went.
"Ah!" she said, "that was Zinita's work, Zinita who hated me, and justly.

Doubtless she set Dingaan on this path." "A little while gone," quoth Umslopogaas; "and I hoped that your last breath and mine might pass together, Nada, and that we might go together to seek great Galazi, my brother, where he is.