Four days went by, a week went by, and no sign of either hunters or oxen.  Then at last a message, which reached me in some roundabout fashion, to the effect that the hunters had found the oxen a long way off, but on trying to return to Nodwengu had been driven by some of the Usutu—­that is, by Cetewayo’s party—­across the Tugela into Natal, whence they dared not attempt to return.

For once in my life I went into a rage and cursed that nondescript kind of messenger, sent by I know not whom, in language that I think he will not forget.  Then, realising the futility of swearing at a mere tool, I went up to the Great House and demanded an audience with Panda himself.  Presently the inceku, or household servant, to whom I gave my message, returned, saying that I was to be admitted at once, and on entering the enclosure I found the King sitting at the head of the kraal quite alone, except for a man who was holding a large shield over him in order to keep off the sun.

He greeted me warmly, and I told him my trouble about the oxen, whereon he sent away the shield-holder, leaving us two together.

“Watcher-by-Night,” he said, “why do you blame me for these events, when you know that I am nobody in my own House?  I say that I am a dead man, whose sons fight for his inheritance.  I cannot tell you for certain who it was that drove away your oxen.  Still, I am glad that they are gone, since I believe that if you had attempted to trek to Natal just now you would have been killed on the road by the Usutu, who believe you to be a councillor of Umbelazi.”

“I understand, O King,” I answered, “and I dare say that the accident of the loss of my oxen is fortunate for me.  But tell me now, what am I to do?  I wish to follow the example of John Dunn [another white man in the country who was much mixed up with Zulu politics] and leave the land.  Will you give me more oxen to draw my wagons?”

“I have none that are broken in, Macumazahn, for, as you know, we Zulus possess few wagons; and if I had I would not lend them to you, who do not desire that your blood should be upon my head.”

“You are hiding something from me, O King,” I said bluntly.  “What is it that you want me to do?  Stay here at Nodwengu?”

“No, Macumazahn.  When the trouble begins I want you to go with a regiment of my own that I shall send to the assistance of my son, Umbelazi, so that he may have the benefit of your wisdom.  O Macumazana, I will tell you the truth.  My heart loves Umbelazi, and I fear me that he is overmatched by Cetewayo.  If I could I would save his life, but I know not how to do so, since I must not seem to take sides too openly.  But I can send down a regiment as your escort, if you choose to go to view the battle as my agent and make report to me.  Say, will you not go?”

“Why should I go?” I answered, “seeing that whoever wins I may be killed, and that if Cetewayo wins I shall certainly be killed, and all for no reward.”