Silently and by night Umslopogaas, my fosterling, led me across the border, and brought me here to Stanger; and here as an old witch-doctor I have lived for many, many years.

I am rich.

Umslopogaas craved back from Panda the cattle of which Dingaan had robbed me, and drove them hither.

But none were here who had lived in the kraal Duguza, none knew, in Zweete the blind old witch-doctor, that Mopo who stabbed Chaka, the Lion of the Zulu.

None know it now.