Now, it has been whispered in my ear that you alone know what became of him, and, Macumazahn, I would learn whether he lives or is dead; also, if he is dead, by whose hand he died, who would reward that hand." Now, I looked round me, wondering whether I should tell the truth or hold my tongue, and as I looked my eyes met those of Saduko, who, cold and unconcerned, was seated among the captains, but at a little distance from any of them--a man apart; and I remembered that he and I alone knew the truth of the end of Umbelazi.
Why, I do not know, but it came into my mind that I would keep the secret.

Why should I tell the triumphant Cetewayo that Umbelazi had been driven to die by his own hand; why should I lay bare Saduko's victory and shame?
All these matters had passed into the court of a different tribunal.

Who was I that I should reveal them or judge the actors of this terrible drama?
"O Cetewayo," I said, "as it chanced I saw the end of Umbelazi.

No enemy killed him.

He died of a broken heart upon a rock above the river; and for the rest of the story go ask the Tugela into which he fell." For a moment Cetewayo hid his eyes with his hand.
"Is it so ?" he said presently.