“Must I then love every stray cur that licks your hand, Umbelazi?  Oh, no need to tell me he is your friend, for I know it was you who put it into our father’s heart to allow him to kill Bangu and steal his cattle, which I hold to be an ill deed, for now the Great House is thatched with his reeds and Bangu’s blood is on its doorposts.  Moreover, he who wrought the wrong is to come and dwell therein, and for aught I know to be called a prince, like you and me.  Why should he not, since the Princess Nandie is to be given to him in marriage?  Certainly, Umbelazi, you would do well to take the cattle which this white trader has refused, for all men know that you have earned them.”

Now Umbelazi sprang up, straightening himself to the full of his great height, and spoke in a voice that was thick with passion.

“I pray your leave to withdraw, O King,” he said, “since if I stay here longer I shall grow sorry that I have no spear in my hand.  Yet before I go I will tell the truth.  Cetewayo hates Saduko, because, knowing him to be a chief of wit and courage, who will grow great, he sought him for his man, saying, ‘Sit you in my shadow,’ after he had promised to sit in mine.  Therefore it is that he heaps these taunts upon me.  Let him deny it if he can.”

“That I shall not trouble to do, Umbelazi,” answered Cetewayo, with a scowl.  “Who are you that spy upon my doings, and with a mouth full of lies call me to account before the King?  I will hear no more of it.  Do you bide here and pay Saduko his price with the person of our sister.  For, as the King has promised her, his word cannot be changed.  Only let your dog know that I keep a stick for him, if he should snarl at me.  Farewell, my Father.  I go upon a journey to my own lordship, the land of Gikazi, and there you will find me when you want me, which I pray may not be till after this marriage is finished, for on that I will not trust my eyes to look.”

Then, with a salute, he turned and departed, bidding no good-bye to his brother.

My hand, however, he shook in farewell, for Cetewayo was always friendly to me, perhaps because he thought I might be useful to him.  Also, as I learned afterwards, he was very pleased with me for the reason that I had refused my share of the Amakoba cattle, and that he knew I had no part in this proposed marriage between Saduko and Nandie, of which, indeed, I now heard for the first time.

“My Father,” said Umbelazi, when Cetewayo had gone, “is this to be borne?  Am I to blame in the matter?  You have heard and seen—­answer me, my Father.”

“No, you are not to blame this time, Umbelazi,” replied the King, with a heavy sigh.  “But oh! my sons, my sons, where will your quarrelling end?  I think that only a river of blood can quench so fierce a fire, and then which of you will live to reach its bank?”

For a while he looked at Umbelazi, and I saw love and fear in his eye, for towards him Panda always had more affection than for any of his other children.