because of the crafty policy of Chaka, I grew greater in the land than

ever I had been before. I chose the cattle, they were fat; I chose the

wives, they were fair; but I took no pleasure in them, nor were any

more children born to me. For my heart was like a withered stick; the

sap and strength had gone from my heart--it was drawn out in the fire

of Chaka's hut, and lost in my sorrow for those whom I had loved.

Now, my father, I will go back a little, for my tale is long and winds

in and out like a river in a plain, and tell of the fate of