No, I have nothing to tell you to-day, who rule a greater people than the Zulus in another land.

Who are these little men who sit before you?
One of them has a look of Dingaan, my brother who slew me, yes, and wears his armlet.

Is he the king?
Answer not, for I do not care to know.

Surely yonder withered thing is Sigananda.

I know his eye and the Iziqu on his breast.