Also as the peaceful Panda, his brother, would, I suppose, have succeeded to the throne, probably the subsequent slaughter at Weenen, and all the after fighting, would never have taken place.

But so it was fated, and who am I that I should quarrel with or even question the decrees of fate?
Doubtless these things were doomed to happen, and they happened in due course.

There is nothing more to be said.
Early on the following morning we collected our oxen, which, although still footsore, were now full fed and somewhat rested.

An hour or two later began our trek, word having come to us from Dingaan that we must start at once.

Also he sent us guides, under the command of the captain Kambula, to show us the road to Natal.
I breakfasted that day with the Reverend Mr.Owen and his people, my object being to persuade him to come away with us, as I did not consider that Zululand was a safe place for white women and children.