I see him here, back here in Zululand, and hear him greeted with the royal salute.

Last of all I see him dead, as men must die, and hear the voice of Zikali and the mourning of the women of his house.
It is finished.

Farewell, King Cetewayo, I pass to tell Panda, your father, how it fares with you.

When last we parted did I not prophesy to you that we should meet again at the bottom of a gulf?
Was it this gulf, think you, or another?
One day you shall learn.

Farewell, or fare ill, as it may happen!" Once more the smoke spread out like a fan.