brim is this corn-chamber with the ears of death, in which no living

grain is left. Yet there is one little space, and is there not one to

fill it? Are all the tribe of the Langeni dead indeed?"

"There is one, O King!" I answered. "I am of the tribe of the Langeni,

let my carcase fill the place."

"Nay, Mopo, nay! Who then should take the bet? Moreover, I slay thee

not, for it is against my oath. Also, do we not mourn together, thou

"There is no other left living of the tribe of the Langeni, O King!