It was to this effect: That he, Dingaan, had killed the Boers who came to visit him because he found out that they were traitors to their chief, and therefore not worthy to live.

But that he loved the Sons of George, who were true-hearted people, and therefore had nothing to fear from him.

Indeed, he begged them to come and see him at his Great Place, where he would talk matters over with them.
I said that I would deliver the message if I met any English people, but, of course, I could not say whether they would accept Dingaan's invitation to Umgungundhlovu.

Indeed, I feared lest that town might have acquired such a bad name that they would prefer not to come there without an army.
Then, before Kambula had time to take any offence, I shook his outstretched hand and urged my horse into the stream.

I never met Kambula again living, though after the battle of Blood River I saw him dead.
Once over the Tugela I rode forward for half a mile or so till I was clear of the bush and reeds that grew down to the water, fearing lest the Zulus should follow and take me back to Dingaan to explain my rather imprudent message.