Yes, and at times he came to visit me, for he still loved me as of old; but now he has fled north, and I shall hear his voice no more.

Nay, I do not know all the tale; there was a woman in it.

Women were ever the bane of Umslopogaas, my fostering.

I forget the story of that woman, for I remember only these things that happened long ago, before I grew very old.
Look on this right hand of mine, my father! I cannot see it now; and yet I, Mopo, son of Makedama, seem to see it as once I saw, red with the blood of two kings.

Look on-- Suddenly the old man ceased, his head fell forward upon his withered breast.