First went Saduko, splendidly apparelled as a chief, carrying a small assegai and adorned with plumes, leglets and a leopard-skin kilt.

He was attended by about half a dozen of the best-looking of his followers, who posed as "indunas" or councillors.

Behind these I walked, a dusty, insignificant little fellow, attended by the ugly, snub-nosed Scowl in a very greasy pair of trousers, worn-out European boots through which his toes peeped, and nothing else, and by my three surviving hunters, whose appearance was even more disreputable.

After us marched about four score of the transformed Amangwane, and after them came the hundred picked cattle driven by a few herdsmen.
In due course we arrived at the gate of the kraal, where we found the heralds and the praisers prancing and shouting.
"Have you seen Umbezi ?" asked Saduko of them.
"No," they answered; "he was asleep when we got here, but his people say that he is coming out presently." "Then tell his people that he had better be quick about it, or I shall turn him out," replied the proud Saduko.
Just at this moment the kraal gate opened and through it appeared Umbezi, looking extremely fat and foolish; also, it struck me, frightened, although this he tried to conceal.
"Who visits me here," he said, "with so much--um--ceremony ?" and with the carved dancing-stick he carried he pointed doubtfully at the lines of armed men.

"Oh, it is you, is it, Saduko ?" and he looked him up and down, adding: "How grand you are to be sure.