He had planted me by him like a tree, but he meant to keep me clipped like a bush.

Now I had grown tall and overshadowed him; therefore he would root me up.
I went to the corner of my hut, Noma watching me all the while, and took a kerrie and my small shield.

Then I started through the moonlight.

Till I was past the kraal I glided along quietly as a shadow.

After that, I began to run, singing to myself as I went, to frighten away the ghosts, my father.
For an hour I travelled swiftly over the plain, till I came to the hillside where the bush began.