Then Saduko did not believe that he _would_ be a king! And yet he was about to share the fortunes of his fight for the throne, he who said that his heart was still on fire for the woman whom "Umbelazi the thief" had stolen.

Well, if I were Umbelazi, thought I to myself, I would rather that Saduko were not my chief councillor and general.

But, thank Heaven! I was not Umbelazi, or Saduko, or any of them! And, thank Heaven still more, I was going to begin my trek from Zululand on the morrow! Man proposes but God disposes.

I did not trek from Zululand for many a long day.

When I got back to my wagons it was to find that my oxen had mysteriously disappeared from the veld on which they were accustomed to graze.