Then suddenly he lifted up his voice and cried aloud -- 'I die, I die -- but it was a kingly fray.

Where are they who came up the great stair?
I see them not.

Art thou there, Macumazahn, or art thou gone before to wait for me in the dark whither I go?
The blood blinds me -- the place turns round -- I hear the voice of waters.' Next, as though a new thought had struck him, he lifted the red axe and kissed the blade.
'Farewell, Inkosi-kaas,' he cried.

'Nay, nay, we will go together; we cannot part, thou and I.

We have lived too long one with another, thou and I.
'One more stroke, only one! A good stroke! a straight stroke! a strong stroke!' and, drawing himself to his full height, with a wild heart-shaking shout, he with both hands began to whirl the axe round his head till it looked like a circle of flaming steel.
Then, suddenly, with awful force he brought it down straight on to the crown of the mass of sacred stone.