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MOPO ENDS HIS TALE.
That is the tale of Nada the Lily, my father, and of how we avenged her.

A sad tale--yes, a sad tale; but all was sad in those days.

It was otherwise afterwards, when Panda reigned, for Panda was a man of peace.
There is little more to tell.

I left the land where I could stay no longer who had brought about the deaths of two kings, and came here to Natal to live near where the kraal Duguza once had stood.
The bones of Dingaan as they lay in the cleft were the last things my eyes beheld, for after that I became blind, and saw the sun no more, nor any light--why I do not know, perhaps from too much weeping, my father.
So I changed my name, lest a spear might reach the heart that had planned the death of two kings and a prince--Chaka, Dingaan, and Umhlangana of the blood royal.