And we walked to the gate of the Intunkulu.
It was sundown.

Chaka was sitting in the little courtyard in front of his hut.

I went down on my knees before him and gave the royal salute, Bayete, and so I stayed.
"Rise, son of Makedama!" he said.
"I cannot rise, Lion of the Zulu," I answered, "I cannot rise, having royal blood on my hands, till the king has pardoned me." "Where is it ?" he asked.
I pointed to the mat in my hand.
"Let me look at it." Then I undid the mat, and he looked on the child, and laughed aloud.
"He might have been a king," he said, as he bade a councillor take it away.

"Mopo, thou hast slain one who might have been a king.

Art thou not afraid ?" "No, Black One," I answered, "the child is killed by order of one who is a king." "Sit down, and let us talk," said Chaka, for his mood was idle.
"To-morrow thou shalt have five oxen for this deed; thou shalt choose them from the royal herd." "The king is good; he sees that my belt is drawn tight; he satisfies my hunger.