I was asked to prophesy of what would chance if war came.

I called the dead from their graves; they came in voices, and one of them put on the flesh again and spoke from the lips of flesh.

The white man to whom she spoke denied her who had been his love, and the wise ones said that she was a cheat, yes, a doll that I had dressed up to deceive them.
This spirit that had put on flesh, told of what would chance in the war, if war there were, and what would chance to the King, but they mock at the prophecy and now they demand a sign.

Come then, Nomkubulwana, and give them the sign if you will and let there be war.

Or stay away and give them no sign if you will, and let there be peace.