This went on for quite a long time, until the full round of the moon appeared above the hill indeed, and, for the while, the clouds had cleared away.  Still Zikali sat silent and I, who was acquainted with the habits of this people, knew that I was witnessing a conflict between two they considered to be respectively a spiritual and an earthly king.  It is my belief that unless he were first addressed, Zikali would have sat all night without opening his lips.  Possibly Cetewayo would have done the same if the impatience of public opinion had allowed him.  At any was rate it was he who gave way.

“Makosi, master of many Spirits, on behalf of the Council and the People of the Zulus I, the King, greet you here in the place that you have chosen,” said Cetewayo.

Zikali made no answer.

The silence went on as before, till at length, after a pause and some whispering, Cetewayo repeated his salutation, adding—­

“Has age made you deaf, O Opener of Roads, that you cannot hear the voice of the King?”

Then at last Zikali answered in his low voice that yet seemed to fill all the kloof—­

“Nay, Child of Senzangacona, age has not made me deaf, but my spirit in these latter days floats far from my body.  It is like a bladder filled with air that a child holds by a string, and before I can speak I must draw it from the heavens to earth again.  What did you say about the place that I have chosen?  Well, what better place could I choose, seeing that it was here in this very Vale of Bones that I met the first king of the Zulus, Chaka the Wild Beast, who was your uncle?  Why then should I not choose it to meet the last king of the Zulus?”

Now I, listening, knew at once that this saying might be understood in two ways, namely that Cetewayo was the reigning king, or that he was the last king who would ever reign.  But the Council interpreted it in the latter and worse sense, for I saw a quiver of fear go through them.

“Why should I not choose it,” went on Zikali, “seeing also that this place is holy to me?  Here it was, O Son of Panda, that Chaka brought my children to be killed and forced me, sitting where you sit, to watch their deaths.  There on the rock above me they were killed, four of them, three sons and a daughter, and the slayers—­they came to an evil end, those slayers, as did Chaka—­laughed and cast them down from the rock before me.  Yes, and Chaka laughed, and I too laughed, for had not the king the right to kill my children and to steal their mothers, and was I not glad that they should be taken from the world and gathered to that of Spirits whence they always talk to me, yes, even now?  That is why I did not hear you at first, King, because they were talking to me.”

He paused, turning one ear upwards, then continued in a new and tender voice, “What is it you say to me, Noma, my dear little Noma?  Oh!  I hear you, I hear you.”