Then the soldiers killed them all, nearly two thousand of them--killed them with taunts and jeers.
That is how we dealt with cowards in those days, my father.

After that, one Zulu was a match for five of any other tribe.

If ten came against him, still he did not turn his back.

"Fight and fall, but fly not," that was our watchword.

Never again while Chaka lived did a conquered force pass the gates of the king's kraal.
That fight was but one war out of many.