"Umslopogaas is dead by the lion's mouth, O king!" I answered, "and

Nada sits in the Swazi caves." And I told him of the death of

Umslopogaas and of how I had divorced Macropha, my wife.

"The boy with the lion eyes to the lion's mouth!" said Chaka. "Enough

of him; he is gone. Nada may yet be sought for with the assegai in the

Swazi caves; enough of her. Let us speak of this song that my mother--

who, alas! is dead, Mopo--this song she sang through the singing of

the flames. Tell me, Mopo, tell me now, was it a true tale."