Tell this tale to the white men, Macumazahn, my friend, on whom be honour and blessings." He paused, and I saw the tears gush from his eyes--tears mingled with blood from the wound in his head.

Then suddenly he uttered the battle-cry of "Laba! Laba!" and let his weight fall upon the point of the spear.
It pierced him through and through.

He fell on to his hands and knees.
He looked up at us--oh, the piteousness of that look!--and then rolled sideways from the edge of the rock.
A heavy splash, and that was the end of Umbelazi the Fallen--Umbelazi, about whom Mameena had cast her net.
A sad story in truth.

Although it happened so many years ago I weep as I write it--I weep as Umbelazi wept..