His story seemed to tally so well with that told by the king himself, that on the whole I thought he was not.
Just after I had passed the main gateway of the great town, where, his office done, Kambula saluted and left me, I saw two white men engaged in earnest conversation beneath one of the milk trees which, as I think I have already mentioned, grow, or grew, there.

They were Henri Marais and his nephew.

Catching sight of me, Marais walked off, but Pereira advanced and spoke to me, although, warned perhaps by what had happened to him in the case of Retief, I am glad to say he did not offer me his hand.
"Good day to you, Allan," he said effusively.

"I have just heard from my uncle that I have to congratulate you, about Marie I mean, and, believe me, I do so with all my heart." Now, as he spoke these words, remembering what I had just heard, my blood boiled in me, but I thought it wise to control myself, and therefore only answered: "Thank you." "Of course," he went on, "we have both striven for this prize, but as it has pleased God that you should win it, why, I am not one to bear malice." "I am glad to hear it," I replied.

"I thought that perhaps you might be.
Now tell me, to change the subject, how long will Dingaan keep us here ?" "Oh! two or three days at most.