One of these held the slopes of the hill and the other was attacking them from the plain, so fiercely that at a distance their onslaught looked like that of actual warfare.
"That looks like fighting, does it not, Macumazahn ?" he replied.
"Yes, Goza, yet it may be but play." "Quite so, Macumazahn.

It may be fighting or it may be but play.
Am I a prophet that I should be able to say which it is?
Of that there is but one man in Zululand who knows the truth.

It is he for whom the new huts are being built up yonder." "You think he really knows, Goza ?" "No, Macumazahn, I do not think, I am sure.

He is the greatest of all wizards, as he was when my father held on to his mother's apron.

He pulls the strings and the Great-ones of the country dance.