"As our father asks no lobola, perhaps you have taken the gift instead." "The only gift that I have taken from Saduko," said Umbelazi, who, I could see, was hard pressed to keep his temper, "is that of his service.
He is my friend, which is why you hate him, as you hate all my friends." "Must I then love every stray cur that licks your hand, Umbelazi?
Oh, no need to tell me he is your friend, for I know it was you who put it into our father's heart to allow him to kill Bangu and steal his cattle, which I hold to be an ill deed, for now the Great House is thatched with his reeds and Bangu's blood is on its doorposts.

Moreover, he who wrought the wrong is to come and dwell therein, and for aught I know to be called a prince, like you and me.

Why should he not, since the Princess Nandie is to be given to him in marriage?
Certainly, Umbelazi, you would do well to take the cattle which this white trader has refused, for all men know that you have earned them." Now Umbelazi sprang up, straightening himself to the full of his great height, and spoke in a voice that was thick with passion.
"I pray your leave to withdraw, O King," he said, "since if I stay here longer I shall grow sorry that I have no spear in my hand.

Yet before I go I will tell the truth.

Cetewayo hates Saduko, because, knowing him to be a chief of wit and courage, who will grow great, he sought him for his man, saying, 'Sit you in my shadow,' after he had promised to sit in mine.