should sit to hear the
counsel of his indunas, and give judgment on
those whom he would kill, and to-day I had chosen this place. Chaka
went alone from his hut to the kraal, and, for my own reasons, I
accompanied him, walking after him. As we went the king glanced back
at me over his shoulder, and said in a low voice:--
"Is all prepared, Mopo?"
"All is prepared, Black One," I answered. "The
regiment of the Slayers
will be here by noon."
"Where are the
princes, Mopo?" asked the king again.
"The
princes sit with their wives in the houses of their women, O
King," I answered; "they drink beer and sleep in the laps of their
wives."
Chaka smiled
grimly, "For the last time, Mopo!"
"For the last time, O King."
We came to the kraal, and Chaka sat down in the shade of the reed
fence, upon an ox-hide that was brayed soft. Near to him stood a girl
holding a gourd of beer; there were also present the old chief
Inguazonca, brother of Unandi, Mother of the Heavens, and the chief
Umxamama, whom Chaka loved. When we had sat a little while in the
kraal, certain men came in
bearing cranes' feathers, which the king
had sent them to gather a month's journey from the kraal Duguza, and
they were admitted before the king. These men had been away long upon
their
errand, and Chaka was angry with them. Now the leader of the men
was an old captain of Chaka's, who had fought under him in many
battles, but whose service was done, because his right hand had been
shorn away by the blow of an axe. He was a great man and very brave.
Chaka asked the man why he had been so long in
finding the feathers,
and he answered that the birds had flown from that part of the country
whither he was sent, and he must wait there till they returned, that
he might snare them.
"Thou shouldst have followed the cranes, yes, if they flew through the
sunset, thou disobedient dog!" said the king. "Let him be taken away,
and all those who were with him."
Now some of the men prayed a little for mercy, but the captain did but
salute the king,
calling him "Father," and
craving a boon before he
died.
"What wouldst thou?" asked Chaka.
"My father," said the man, "I would ask thee two things. I have fought
many times at thy side in battle while we both were young; nor did I
ever turn my back upon the foe. The blow that shore the hand from off
this arm was aimed at thy head, O King; I stayed it with my naked arm.
It is nothing; at thy will I live, and at thy will I die. Who am I
that I should question the word of the king? Yet I would ask this,
that thou wilt
withdraw the kaross from about thee, O King, that for
the last time my eyes may feast themselves upon the body of him whom,
above all men, I love."
"Thou art long-winded," said the king, "what more?"
"This, my father, that I may bid
farewell to my son; he is a little
child, so high, O King," and he held his hand above his knee.
"Thy first boon is granted," said the king, slipping the kaross from
his shoulders and showing the great breast beneath. "For the second it
shall be granted also, for I will not
willingly divide the father and
the son. Bring the boy here; thou shalt bid him
farewell, then thou
shalt slay him with thine own hand ere thou thyself art slain; it will
be good sport to see."
Now the man turned grey beneath the
blackness of his skin, and
trembled a little as he murmured, "The king's will is the will of his
servant; let the child be brought."
But I looked at Chaka and saw that the tears were
running down his
face, and that he only spoke thus to try the captain who loved him to
the last.
"Let the man go," said the king, "him and those with him."
So they went glad at heart, and praising the king.
I have told you this, my father, though it has not to do with my
story, because then, and then only, did I ever see Chaka show mercy to
one whom he had doomed to die.
As the captain and his people left the gate of the kraal, it was
spoken in the ear of the king that a man sought
audience with him. He
was admitted crawling on his knees. I looked and saw that this was
that Masilo whom Chaka had charged with a message to him who was named
Bulalio, or the Slaughterer, and who ruled over the People of the Axe.
It was Masilo indeed, but he was no longer fat, for much travel had
made him thin;
moreover, on his back were the marks of rods, as yet
scarcely healed over.
"Who art thou?" said Chaka.
"I am Masilo, of the People of the Axe, to whom command was given to
run with a message to Bulalio the Slaughterer, their chief, and to
return on the thirtieth day. Behold, O King, I have returned, though
in a sorry plight!"
"It seems so!" said the king, laughing aloud. "I remember now: speak
on, Masilo the Thin, who wast Masilo the Fat; what of this
Slaughterer? Does he come with his people to lay the axe Groan-Maker
in my hands?"
"Nay, O King, he comes not. He met me with scorn, and with scorn he
drove me from his kraal. Moreover, as I went I was seized by the
servants of Zinita, she whom I wooed, but who is now the wife of the
Slaughterer, and laid on my face upon the ground and
beaten cruelly
while Zinita numbered the strokes."
"Hah!" said the king. "And what were the words of this puppy?"
"These were his words, O King: 'Bulalio the Slaughterer, who sits
beneath the shadow of the Witch Mountain, to Bulalio the Slaughterer
who sits in the kraal Duguza--To thee I pay no
tribute; if thou
wouldst have the axe Groan-Maker, come to the Ghost Mountain and take
it. This I promise thee: thou shalt look on a face thou knowest, for
there is one there who would be avenged for the blood of a certain
Mopo.'"
Now, while Masilo told this tale I had seen two things--first, that a
little piece of stick was
thrust through the straw of the fence, and,
secondly, that the
regiment of the Bees was swarming on the slope
opposite to the kraal in
obedience to the summons I had sent them in
the name of Umhlangana. The stick told me that the
princes were hidden
behind the fence
waiting the signal, and the coming of the
regimentthat it was time to do the deed.
When Masilo had
spoken Chaka
sprang up in fury. His eyes rolled, his
face worked, foam flew from his lips, for such words as these had
never offended his ears since he was king, and Masilo knew him little,
else he had not dared to utter them.
For a while he gasped, shaking his small spear, for at first he could
not speak. At length he found words:--
"The dog," he hissed, "the dog who dares thus to spit in my face!
Hearken all! As with my last
breath I command that this Slaughterer be
torn limb from limb, he and all his tribe! And thou, thou darest to
bring me this talk from a skunk of the mountains. And thou, too, Mopo,
thy name is named in it. Well, of thee
presently. Ho! Umxamama, my
servant, slay me this slave of a
messenger, beat out his brains with
thy stick. Swift! swift!"
Now, the old chief Umxamama
sprang up to do the king's bidding, but he
was
feeble with age, and the end of it was that Masilo, being mad with
fear, killed Umxamama, not Umxamama Masilo. Then Inguazonca, brother
of Unandi, Mother of the Heavens, fell upon Masilo and ended him, but
was hurt himself in so doing. Now I looked at Chaka, who stood shaking
the little red spear, and thought
swiftly, for the hour had come.
"Help!" I cried, "one is slaying the King!"
As I spoke the reed fence burst
asunder, and through it
plunged the
princes Umhlangana and Dingaan, as bulls
plunge through a brake.
Then I
pointed to Chaka with my withered hand,
saying, "Behold your
king!"
Now, from beneath the shelter of his kaross, each Prince drew out a
short stabbing spear, and
plunged it into the body of Chaka the king.
Umhlangana smote him on the left shoulder, Dingaan struck him in the
right side. Chaka dropped the little spear handled with the red wood
and looked round, and so royally that the
princes, his brothers, grew
afraid and
shrank away from him.
Twice he looked on each; then he spoke,
saying: "What! do you slay me,
my brothers--dogs of mine own house, whom I have fed? Do you slay me,
thinking to possess the land and to rule it? I tell you it shall not
be for long. I hear a sound of
running feet--the feet of a great white
people. They shall stamp you flat, children of my father! They shall
rule the land that I have won, and you and your people shall be their
slaves!"
Thus Chaka spoke while the blood ran down him to the ground, and again
he looked on them royally, like a buck at gaze.
"Make an end, O ye who would be kings!" I cried; but their hearts had
turned to water and they could not. Then I, Mopo,
sprang forward and
picked from the ground that little assegai handled with the royal wood
--the same assegai with which Chaka had murdered Unandi, his mother,
and Moosa, my son, and lifted it on high, and while I lifted it, my
father, once more, as when I was young, a red veil seemed to wave
before my eyes.
"Wherefore wouldst thou kill me, Mopo?" said the king.
"For the sake of Baleka, my sister, to whom I swore the deed, and of
all my kin," I cried, and
plunged the spear through him. He sank down
upon the tanned ox-hide, and lay there dying. Once more he spoke, and
once only,
saying: "Would now that I had hearkened to the voice of
Nobela, who warned me against thee, thou dog!"
Then he was silent for ever. But I knelt over him and called in his
ear the names of all those of my blood who had died at his hands--the
names of Makedama, my father, of my mother, of Anadi my wife, of Moosa
my son, and all my other wives and children, and of Baleka my sister.
His eyes and ears were open, and I think, my father, that he saw and
understood; I think also that the hate upon my face as I shook my
withered hand before him was more
fearful to him that the pain of
death. At the least, he turned his head aside, shut his eyes, and
groaned. Presently they opened again, and he was dead.
Thus then, my father, did Chaka the King, the greatest man who has
ever lived in Zululand, and the most evil, pass by my hand to those
kraals of the Inkosazana where no sleep is. In blood he died as he had
lived in blood, for the climber at last falls with the tree, and in
the end the
swimmer is borne away by the
stream. Now he trod that path
which had been
beaten flat for him by the feet of people whom he had
slaughtered, many as the blades of grass upon a mountain-side; but it
is a lie to say, as some do, that he died a
coward, praying for mercy.
Chaka died, as he had lived, a brave man. Ou! my father, I know it,
for these eyes saw it and this hand let out his life.
Now he was dead and the
regiment of the Bees drew near, nor could I
know how they would take this matter, for, though the Prince
Umhlangana was their general, yet all the soldiers loved the king,
because he had no equal in battle, and when he gave he gave with an
open hand. I looked round; the
princes stood like men amazed; the girl
had fled; the chief Umxamama was dead at the hands of dead Masilo; and
the old chief Inguazonca, who had killed Masilo, stood by, hurt and
wondering; there were no others in the kraal.
"Awake, ye kings," I cried to the brothers, "the impi is at the gates!
Swift, now stab that man!"--and I
pointed to the old chief--"and leave
the matter to my wit."
Then Dingaan roused himself, and springing upon Inguazonca, the
brother of Unandi, smote him a great blow with his spear, so that he
sank down dead without a word. Then again the
princes stood silent and
amazed.
"This one will tell no tales," I cried, pointing at the fallen chief.
Now a rumour of the slaying had got
abroad among the women, who had
heard cries and seen the flashing of spears above the fence, and from
the women it had come to the
regiment of the Bees, who
advanced to the
gates of the kraal singing. Then of a sudden they ceased their singing
and rushed towards the hut in front of which we stood.
Then I ran to meet them, uttering cries of woe,
holding in my hand the
little assegai of the king red with the king's blood, and spoke with
the captain's in the gate,
saying:--
"Lament, ye captains and ye soldiers, weep and
lament, for your father
is no more! He who nursed you is no more! The king is dead! now earth
and heaven will come together, for the king is dead!"