So taking with me the Hottentot Hans and two of the Zulus whom I had hired at Delagoa Bay--for the royal orders were that none of the other white people were to come, I was led through the fence of the vast town in which stood two thousand huts--the "multitude of houses" as the Zulus called it--and across a vast open space in the middle.
On the farther side of this space, where, before long, I was fated to witness a very tragic scene, I entered a kind of labyrinth.

This was called "siklohlo", and had high fences with numerous turns, so that it was impossible to see where one was going or to find the way in or out.
Ultimately, however, I reached a great hut named "intunkulu", a word that means the "house of houses," or the abode of the king, in front of which I saw a fat man seated on a stool, naked except for the moocha about his middle and necklaces and armlets of blue beads.

Two warriors held their broad shields over his head to protect him from the sun.
Otherwise he was alone, although I felt sure that the numerous passages around him were filled with guards, for I could hear them moving.
On entering this place Kambula and his companions flung themselves upon their faces and began to sing praises of which the king took no notice.
Presently he looked up, and appearing to observe me for the first time asked: "Who is that white boy ?" Then Kambula rose and said: "O king, this is the Son of George, whom you commanded me to capture.

I have taken him and the Amaboona" (that is, the Boers), "his companions, and brought them all to you, O king." "I remember," said Dingaan.

"The big Boer who was here, and whom Tambusa"-- he was one of Dingaan's captains--"let go against my will, said that he was a terrible man who should be killed before he worked great harm to my people.