I went and looked.
There lay a young woman: she was badly wounded, but still alive, my father.

A little way from her lay a man dead, and before him several other men of another tribe: he had died fighting.

In front of the woman were the bodies of three children; another, a little one, lay on her body.

I looked at the woman, and, as I looked, she groaned again, opened her eyes and saw me, and that I had a spear in my hand.
"Kill me quickly!" she said.

"Have you not tortured me enough ?" I said that I was a stranger and did not want to kill her.
"Then bring me water," she said; "there is a spring there behind the kraal." I called to Baleka to come to the woman, and went with my gourd to the spring.