I have gathered them to be revenged upon Bangu, I who am their chief by right of blood." "Quite so," I answered.

"I see that you have gathered them; but do they wish to be revenged on Bangu at the risk of their own lives ?" "We do, white Inkoosi," came the deep-throated answer from the three hundred.
"And do they acknowledge you, Saduko, to be their chief ?" "We do," again came the answer.

Then a spokesman stepped forward, one of the few grey-haired men among them, for most of these Amangwane were of the age of Saduko, or even younger.
"O Watcher-by-Night," he said, "I am Tshoza, the brother of Matiwane, Saduko's father, the only one of his brothers that escaped the slaughter on the night of the Great Killing.

Is it not so ?" "It is so," exclaimed the serried ranks behind him.
"I acknowledge Saduko as my chief, and so do we all," went on Tshoza.
"So do we all," echoed the ranks.
"Since Matiwane died we have lived as we could, O Macumazana; like baboons among the rocks, without cattle, often without a hut to shelter us; here one, there one.

Still, we have lived, awaiting the hour of vengeance upon Bangu, that hour which Zikali the Wise, who is of our blood, has promised to us.