Of late they had been sent thither by the king that they might be far from the Great Place when their prince was disinherited.
"He is fled," said one; "I saw him go." "Pursue him and bring him back, dead or alive!" thundered the king.
"A hundred head of cattle to the man who lays hand upon him before he reaches the _impi_ of the North, for they will fight for him!" "Stay!" broke in Owen.

"Once before this day I prayed of you, King, to show mercy, and you refused it.

Will you refuse me a second time?
Leave him his life who has lost all else." "That he may rebel against me?
Well, White Man, I owe you much, and for this time your wisdom shall be my guide, though my heart speaks against such gentleness.

Hearken, councillors and people, this is my decree: that Hafela, my son, who would have murdered me, be deposed from his place as heir to my throne, and that Nodwengo, his brother, be set in that place, to rule the People of Fire after me when I die." "It is good, it is just!" said the council.

"Let the king's word be done." "Hearken again," said Umsuka.