and with her the two children. They rose as I came, but I frowned at
my wife and she gave me no greeting. Those with me looked at her
"I have divorced this woman," I said to them. "She is a withered tree,
a worn out old hag, and now I take her with me to send her to the
country of the Swazis, whence she came. Cease weeping," I added to
Macropha, "it is my last word."
"What says the king?" asked the men.
"I will answer to the king," I said. And we went on.
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