He answered, Yes, one thing that he had forgotten, namely that the writing about blankets should now be in Natal.

Then suddenly he changed the subject and asked me if I would like to accompany him to the Valley of Bones where he was ordered to inspect the huts which were being built for Zikali and his people.

Of course I said I should, hoping, quite without result, that I might get something more out of him on the road.
Now this town of Cetewayo's stands, or rather stood, for it has long been burnt, on the slope of the hills to the north-east of the plains of Ulundi.

Above it these hills grow steeper, and deep in the recesses of one of them is the Valley of Bones.
There is nothing particularly imposing about the place; no towering cliffs or pillars of piled granite, as at the Black Kloof.

It is just a vale cut out by water, bordered by steep slopes on either side, and a still steeper slope strown with large rocks at its end.