"Whither to you go ?" asked the guard at the gate.
"I go to bring my medicines, men of the king," I answered.
So I said; but, oh! my heart was heavy, and this was my plan--to fly far from Zululand.

I could not, and I dared not do this thing.

What?
should I kill my own child that its life might be given for the life of the babe of Baleka?
And should I lift up my will against the will of the king, saving the child to look upon the sun which he had doomed to darkness?
Nay, I would fly, leaving all, and seek out some far tribe where I might begin to live again.

Here I could not live; here in the shadow of Chaka was nothing but death.
I reached my own huts, there to find that my wife Macropha was delivered of twins.

I sent away all in the hut except my other wife, Anadi, she who eight days gone had born me a son.