The only words that remained clear to me must, I thought, have come from the spirit of Chaka, or rather from Zikali or one of his myrmidons assuming that character.

They were uttered in a deep full voice, spiced with mockery, and received by the wizard with "Sibonga," or titles of praise, which I who am versed in Zulu history and idiom knew had only been given to the great king, and indeed since his death had become unlawful, not to be used.

The words were-- "What, Thing-that-should-never-have-been-born, do you think yourself a Thing-that-should-never-die, that you still sit beneath the moon and weave witchcrafts as of old?
Often have I hunted for you in the Under-world who have an account to settle with you, as you have an account to settle with me.

So, so, what does it matter since we must meet at last, even if you hide yourself at the back of the furthest star?
Why do you bring me up to this place where I see some whom I would forget?
Yes, they build bone on bone and taking the red earth, mould it into flesh and stand before me as last I saw them newly dead.

Oh! your magic is good, Spell-weaver, and your hate is deep and your vengeance is keen.