You will not go hungry from this battle to tell the white people that the Amawombe are cowards whom you could not flog into the fight.

No, no, Macumazahn, my Spirit looks towards me this morning, and I who am old and who thought that I should die at length like a cow, shall see one more great fight--my twentieth, Macumazahn; for I fought with this same Amawombe in all the Black One's big battles, and for Panda against Dingaan also." "Perhaps it will be your last," I suggested.
"I dare say, Macumazahn; but what does that matter if only I and the royal regiment can make an end that shall be spoken of?
Oh, cheer up, cheer up, Macumazahn; your Spirit, too, looks towards you, as I promise that we all will do when the shields meet; for know, Macumazahn, that we poor black soldiers expect that you will show us how to fight this day, and, if need be, how to fall hidden in a heap of the foe." "Oh!" I replied, "so this is what you Zulus mean by the 'giving of counsel,' is it ?--you infernal, bloodthirsty old scoundrel," I added in English.
But I think Maputa never heard me.

At any rate, he only seized my arm and pointed in front, a little to the left, where the horn of the great Usutu army was coming up fast, a long, thin line alive with twinkling spears; their moving arms and legs causing them to look like spiders, of which the bodies were formed by the great war shields.
"See their plan ?" he said.

"They would close on Umbelazi and gore him with their horns and then charge with their head.

The horn will pass between us and the right flank of the Isigqosa.