“What is demanded if you would avoid war, O King?”

“Nothing less than this, Macumazahn:  That the Zulu army should be abolished and the soldiers allowed to marry whom and when they please, because, says the Queen’s man, he fears lest it should be used to attack the English, as though I who love the English, as those have done who went before me, desire to lay a finger on them.  Also that another Queen’s man should be sent to dwell here in my country, to be the eyes and ears of the English Government and have power with me in the land; yes, and more demands which would destroy the Zulus as a people and make me, their king, but a petty kraal-head.”

“And what will the King answer?” I asked.

“I know not what to answer.  The fine of two thousand cattle I will pay for the killing of the women.  If it may be, I wish no quarrel with the English, though gladly I would have fought the Dutch had not Sompseu stretched out his arm over their land.  But how can I disband the army and make an end of the regiments that have conquered in so many wars?  Macumazahn, I tell you that if I did this, in a moon I should be dead.  Oh! you white people think there is but one will in Zululand, that of the king.  But it is not so, for he is but a single man among ten thousand thousand, who lives to work the people’s wish.  If he beats them with too thick a stick, or if he brings them to shame or does what the most of them do not wish, then where is the king?  Then, I say, he goes a road that was trodden by Chaka and Dingaan who were before me, yes, the red road of the assegai.  Therefore today, I stand like a man between two falling cliffs.  If I run towards the English the Zulu cliff falls upon me.  If I run towards my own people, the English cliff falls upon me, and in either case I am crushed and no more seen.  Tell me then, Macumazahn, you whose heart is honest, what must I do?”

So he spoke, wringing his hands, with tears starting to his eyes, and upon my word, although I never liked Cetewayo as I had liked his father, Panda, perhaps because I loved his brother, Umbelazi, whom he killed, and had known him do many cruel deeds, my heart bled for him.

“I cannot tell you, King,” I answered, thinking that I must say something, “but I pray you do not make war against the queen, for she is the most mighty One in the whole earth, and though her foot, of which you see but the little toe here in Africa, seems small to you, yet if she is angered, it will stamp the Zulus flat, so that they cease to be.”

“Many have told me this, Macumazahn.  Yes, even Uhamu, the son of my uncle Unzibe, or, as some say, the son of his spirit, to which his mother was married after Unzibe was dead, and others throughout the land, and in truth I think it myself.  But who can hold the army which shouts for war?  Ow! the Council must decide, which, means perhaps that Zikali will decide, for now all hang upon his lips.”