which he had slain his mother and wherewith he should himself be

slain. Now she ceased her singing, and stood before the crouching king

and before me, who was behind the king, so that the light of her glory

shone upon us. She lifted the little spear, and with it touched Chaka,

son of Senzangacona, on the brow, giving him to doom. Then she spoke;

but, though Chaka felt the touch, he did not hear the words, that were

"Mopo, son of Makedama," said the low voice, "stay thy hand, the cup

of Chaka is not full. When, for the third time, thou seest me riding