Then he wronged me"-- here Zikali took up the skull which he said was that of his daughter, and stroked it--"and I left him.
[*--The old Zulu smiths dipped their choicest blades in the blood of men .-- A.

Q.] "He was not wise, he should have killed one whom he had wronged, but perhaps he knew that I could not be killed; perhaps he had tried and found that he was but throwing spears at the moon which fell back on his own head.

I forget.

It is so long ago, and what does it matter?
At least I took away from him the prop of my wisdom, and he fell--to rise no more.

And so it has been with others.