Take them away." Then I turned and hid my face, as did all the white folk.

Presently I heard the old man, whom they had saved to the last that he might witness the deaths of his descendants, cry in a loud voice: "On the night of the thirtieth full moon from this day I, the far-sighted, I, the prophet, summon thee, Dingaan, to meet me and mine in the Land of Ghosts, and there to pay--" Then with a roar of horror the executioners fell on him and he died.
When there was silence I looked up, and saw that the king, who had turned a dirty yellow hue with fright, for he was very superstitious, was trembling and wiping the sweat from his brow.
"You should have kept the wizard alive," he said in a shaky voice to the head slayer, who was engaged in cutting three more nicks on the handle of his dreadful kerry.

"Fool, I would have heard the rest of his lying message." The man answered humbly that he thought it best it should remain unspoken, and got himself out of sight as soon as possible.

Here I may remark that by an odd coincidence Dingaan actually was killed about thirty moons from that time.

Mopo, his general, who slew his brother Chaka, slew him also with the help of Umslopogaas, the son of Chaka.