"Why, they say he lived hundreds of years ago." "Do they, Macumazahn?
If so, have I not told you that we black people cannot count as well as you do?
Really it was only the other day.
Anyhow, after his death the Zulus began to maltreat us Undwandwe and the Quabies and the Tetwas with us--you may remember that they called us the Amatefula, making a mock of us.

So I quarrelled with the Zulus and especially with Chaka, he whom they named 'Uhlanya' [the Mad One].
You see, Macumazahn, it pleased him to laugh at me because I am not as other men are.

He gave me a name which means 'The-thing-which-should-never-have-been-born.' I will not speak that name, it is secret to me, it may not pass my lips.

Yet at times he sought my wisdom, and I paid him back for his names, for I gave him very ill counsel, and he took it, and I brought him to his death, although none ever saw my finger in that business.

But when he was dead at the hands of his brothers Dingaan and Umhlangana and of Umbopa, Umbopa who also had a score to settle with him, and his body was cast out of the kraal like that of an evil-doer, why I, who because I was a dwarf was not sent with the _men_ against Sotshangana, went and sat on it at night and laughed thus," and he broke into one of his hideous peals of merriment.
"I laughed thrice: once for my wives whom he had taken; once for my children whom he had slain; and once for the mocking name that he had given me.