Part 23 (2/2)

”Thou wouldst say, Mopo, that if these princes die never canst thou or any other man give them the royal names. Do I hear aright, Mopo?”

”Who am I that I should lift up my voice asking for the blood of princes?” I answered. ”Judge thou, O King!”

Now, Chaka brooded awhile, then he spoke: ”Say, Mopo, can it be done this night?”

”There are but few men in the kraal, O King. All are gone out to war; and of those few many are the servants of the princes, and perhaps they might give blow for blow.”

”How then, Mopo?”

”Nay, I know not, O King; yet at the great kraal beyond the river sits that regiment which is named the Slayers. By midday to-morrow they might be here, and then--”

”Thou speakest wisely, my child Mopo; it shall be for to-morrow. Go summon the regiment of the Slayers, and, Mopo, see that thou fail me not.”

”If I fail thee, O King, then I fail myself, for it seems that my life hangs on this matter.”

”If all the words that ever pa.s.sed thy lips are lies, yet is that word true, Mopo,” said Chaka: ”moreover, know this, my servant: if aught miscarries thou shalt die no common death. Begone!”

”I hear the king,” I answered, and went out.

Now, my father, I knew well that Chaka had doomed me to die, though first he would use me to destroy the princes. But I feared nothing, for I knew this also, that the hour of Chaka was come at last.

For a while I sat in my hut pondering, then when all men slept I arose and crept like a snake by many paths to the hut of Dingaan the prince, who awaited me on that night. Following the shadow of the hut, I came to the door and scratched upon it after a certain fas.h.i.+on. Presently it was opened, and I crawled in, and the door was shut again. Now there was a little light in the hut, and by its flame I saw the two princes sitting side by side, wrapped about with blankets which hung before their brows.

”Who is this that comes?” said the Prince Dingaan.

Then I lifted the blanket from my head so that they might see my face, and they also drew the blankets from their brows. I spoke, saying: ”Hail to you, Princes, who to-morrow shall be dust! Hail to you, sons of Senzangacona, who to-morrow shall be spirits!” and I pointed towards them with my withered hand.

Now the princes were troubled, and shook with fear.

”What meanest thou, thou dog, that thou dost speak to us words of such ill-omen?” said the Prince Dingaan in a low voice.

”Where dost thou point at us with that white and withered hand of thine, Wizard?” hissed the Prince Umhlangana.

”Have I not told you, O ye Princes!” I whispered, ”that ye must strike or die, and has not your heart failed you? Now hearken! Chaka has dreamed another dream; now it is Chaka who strikes, and ye are already dead, ye children of Senzangacona.”

”If the slayers of the king be without the gates, at least thou shalt die first, thou who hast betrayed us!” quoth the Prince Dingaan, and drew an a.s.segai from under his kaross.

”First hear the king's dream, O Prince,” I said; ”then, if thou wilt, kill me, and die. Chaka the king slept and dreamed that he lay dead, and that one of you, the princes, wore his royal kaross.”

”Who wore the royal kaross?” asked Dingaan, eagerly; and both looked up, waiting on my words.

”The Prince Umhlangana wore it--in the dream of Chaka--O Dingaan, shoot of a royal stock!” I answered slowly, taking snuff as I spoke, and watching the two of them over the edge of my snuff-spoon.

Now Dingaan scowled heavily at Umhlangana; but the face of Umhlangana was as the morning sky.

”Chaka dreamed this also,” I went on: ”that one of you, the princes, held his royal spear.”

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