Why should I?
I am rich." Now the White Man scoffed.

But in the end, so great is the power of superstition, he sent.

And here it may be stated that on the eleventh day of his sojourn at the kraal of Zweete, those whom he sent returned with the oxen, except the three only.

After that he scoffed no more.
Those eleven days he spent in a hut of the old man's kraal, and every afternoon he came and talked with him, sitting far into the night.
On the third day he asked Zweete how it was that his left hand was white and shrivelled, and who were Umslopogaas and Nada, of whom he had let fall some words.

Then the old man told him the tale that is set out here.