But if you prefer that we should carry you, be so good, Macumazahn, first to write the words which will cause the grey blankets to be delivered to us, for we know well that even your bones would desire to keep your promise.

Is it not a proverb in the land from the time of the slaying of Bangu when you gave the cattle you had earned to Saduko's wanderers ?" I listened and an idea occurred to me, as perhaps it had to Goza.
"I hear you, Goza," I said, "and I will start for Ulundi on my feet--to save _you_ the trouble of carrying me.

But as the times are rough and accidents may always happen; as, too, I wish to make sure that you should get those blankets, and it may chance that I shall arrive there on my back, first I will write words which, if they are delivered to the witch-doctoress Nombe, will, sooner or later, turn into blankets." "Write the words quickly, Macumazahn, and they will be delivered," said Goza.
So I drew out my pocket-book and wrote-- "DEAR ANSCOMBE,-- "There is treachery afoot and I think that Zikali is at the bottom of it.

I am being carried off to Cetewayo at Ulundi, by a party of armed Zulus who will not allow me to communicate with you, probably by Zikali's orders.

You must do the best you can for Heda and yourself.