She was somewhat wasted, but still very beautiful in her death.

I felt her heart also: it was still, and her breast grew cold.
Then I spoke: "The dead to the dead.

Let us tend the living." So we bore in Umslopogaas, and I caused broth to be made and poured it down his throat; also I cleansed his great wound and bound healing herbs upon it, plying all my skill.

Well I knew the arts of healing, my father; I who was the first of the izinyanga of medicine, and, had it not been for my craft, Umslopogaas had never lived, for he was very near his end.

Still, there where he had once been nursed by Galazi the Wolf, I brought him back to life.