“Yes, his people are killed and scattered, but his House still lives.  Macumazahn, I am his House, I, the only son of his chief wife, for Zikali the Wise Little One, the Ancient, who is of the Amangwane blood, and who hated Chaka and Dingaan—­yes, and Senzangakona their father before them, but whom none of them could kill because he is so great and has such mighty spirits for his servants, saved and sheltered me.”

“If he is so great, why, then, did he not save your father also, Saduko?” I asked, as though I knew nothing of this Zikali.

“I cannot say, Macumazahn.  Perhaps the spirits plant a tree for themselves, and to do so cut down many other trees.  At least, so it happened.  It happened thus:  Bangu, chief of the Amakoba, whispered into Dingaan’s ear that Matiwane, my father, was a wizard; also that he was very rich.  Dingaan listened because he thought a sickness that he had came from Matiwane’s witchcraft.  He said:  ’Go, Bangu, and take a company with you and pay Matiwane a visit of honour, and in the night, O in the night!  Afterwards, Bangu, we will divide the cattle, for Matiwane is strong and clever, and you shall not risk your life for nothing.’”

Saduko paused and looked down at the ground, brooding heavily.

“Macumazahn, it was done,” he said presently.  “They ate my father’s meat, they drank his beer; they gave him a present from the king, they praised him with high names; yes, Bangu took snuff with him and called him brother.  Then in the night, O in the night—!

“My father was in the hut with my mother, and I, so big only”—­and he held his hand at the height of a boy of ten—­“was with them.  The cry arose, the flames began to eat; my father looked out and saw.  ’Break through the fence and away, woman,’ he said; ’away with Saduko, that he may live to avenge me.  Begone while I hold the gate!  Begone to Zikali, for whose witchcrafts I pay with my blood.’

“Then he kissed me on the brow, saying but one word, ‘Remember,’ and thrust us from the hut.

“My mother broke a way through the fence; yes, she tore at it with her nails and teeth like a hyena.  I looked back out of the shadow of the hut and saw Matiwane my father fighting like a buffalo.  Men went down before him, one, two, three, although he had no shield:  only his spear.  Then Bangu crept behind him and stabbed him in the back and he threw up his arms and fell.  I saw no more, for by now we were through the fence.  We ran, but they perceived us.  They hunted us as wild dogs hunt a buck.  They killed my mother with a throwing assegai; it entered at her back and came out at her heart.  I went mad, I drew it from her body, I ran at them.  I dived beneath the shield of the first, a very tall man, and held the spear, so, in both my little hands.  His weight came upon its point and it went through him as though he were but a bowl of buttermilk.  Yes, he rolled over, quite dead, and the handle of the spear broke upon the ground.  Now the others stopped astonished, for never had they seen such a thing.  That a child should kill a tall warrior, oh! that tale had not been told.  Some of them would have let me go, but just then Bangu came up and saw the dead man, who was his brother.