Moreover, it was likely enough that before I could find him one of those broad spears would find my heart.

There was nothing to be done except submit.

Still I did call out in a loud voice-- "Farewell, Zikali.

I leave you without a present against my will who am being taken by soldiers to visit the king at Ulundi.

When we meet again I will talk all this matter over with you." There was no answer, and as Goza took the opportunity to say that he disliked the noise of shouting extremely, which sometimes made him do things that he afterwards regretted, I became silent.
Then we departed, I in the exact centre of that guard of Zulus, heavy-hearted and filled with fears both for myself and those I left behind me.
Down the Black Kloof we tramped, emerging on the sunlit plain beyond without meeting any one.