"Before I leave I must eat, for who can journey upon yesterday's food?
Also I must saddle my horse, collect what belongs to me, and bid farewell to my host, Zikali." "Of meat we have plenty with us, Macumazahn, and therefore you will not hunger on the way.

Your horse and everything that is yours shall be brought after you; since were you mounted on that swift beast and minded to escape, how could we catch you with our feet, and did you please to shoot us with your rifle, how could we who have only spears, save ourselves from dying?
As for the Opener of Roads, his servants have told us that he means to sleep all to-day that he may talk with spirits in his dreams, and therefore it is useless for you to wait to bid him farewell.
Moreover, the orders of the king are that we should bring you to him at once." After this for a time there was silence, while I sat immovable revolving the situation, and the Zulus regarded me with a benignant interest.

Goza took his snuff-box from his ear, shook out some into the palm of his hand and, after offering it to me in vain, inhaled it himself.
"The orders of the king are (sneeze) that we should bring you to him alive if possible, and if not (sneeze) dead.

Choose which you will, Macumazahn.

Perhaps you may prefer to go to Ulundi dead, which would--ah! how strong is this snuff, it makes me weep like a woman--save you the trouble of walking.