"Hearken to me, O Princess of Heaven, appointed by the Great-Great to be the guardian of the Zulu race.
It is asked that you should appear, should it be your wish to signify to these your children that they must stand upon their feet and resist the white men who already gather upon their borders.

And should it be your wish that they should lay down their spears and go home to sleep with their wives and hoe the gardens while the white men count the cattle and set each to his work upon the roads, then that you should not appear.

Do what you will, O Spirits of the House of Senzangacona, do what you will, O Princess of Heaven.

What does it matter to the Thing-that-never-should-have-been-born, who soon will be as though he never had been born, whether the House of Senzangacona and the Zulu people stand or fall?
"I, the old doctor, was summoned here to give counsel.

I gave counsel, but it passed over the heads of these wise ones like a shadow of which none took note.