While he sang thus Umslopogaas began to stir.  First only his head and shoulders moved gently, swaying from side to side like a reed shaken in the wind or a snake about to strike.  Then slowly he put out first one foot and next the other and drew them back again, as a dancer might do, tempting Rezu to attack.

But the giant would not, his shield held before him, he stood still and waited to see what this black warrior would do.

The snake struck.  Umslopogaas darted in and let drive with the long axe.  Rezu raised his shield above his head and caught the blow.  From the clank it made I knew that this shield which seemed to be of hide, was lined with iron.  Rezu smote back, but before the blow could fall the Zulu was out of his reach.  This taught me how great was the giant’s strength, for though the stroke was heavy, like the steel-hatted axe he bore, still when he saw that it had missed he checked the weapon in mid air, which only a mighty man could have done.

Umslopogaas saw these things also and changed his tactics.  His axe was six or eight inches longer in the haft than that of Rezu, and therefore he could reach where Rezu could not, for the giant was short-armed.  He twisted it round in his hand so that the moon-shaped blade was uppermost, and keeping it almost at full length, began to peck with the gouge-shaped point on the back at the head and arms of Rezu, that as I knew was a favourite trick of his in fight from which he won his name of “Woodpecker.”  Rezu defended his head with his shield as best he could against the sharp points of steel which flashed all about him.

Twice it seemed to me that the Zulu’s pecks went home upon the giant’s breast, but if so they did no harm.  Either Rezu’s thick beard, or armour beneath it stopped them from penetrating his body.  Still he roared out as though with pain, or fury, or both, and growing mad, charged at Umslopogaas and smote with all his strength.

The Zulu caught the blow upon his shield, through which it shore as though the tough hide were paper.  Stay the stroke it could not, yet it turned its direction, so that the falling axe slid past Umslopogaas’s shoulder, doing him no hurt.  Next instant, before Rezu could strike again, the Zulu threw the severed shield into his face and seizing the axe with both hands, leapt in and struck.  It was a mighty blow, for I saw the rhinoceros-horn handle of the famous axe bend like a drawn bow, and it went home with a dull thud full upon Rezu’s breast.  He shook, but no more.  Evidently the razor edge of Inkosikaas had failed to pierce.  There was a sound as though a hollow tree had been smitten and some strands of the long beard, shorn off, fell to the ground, but that was all.

“Tagati! (bewitched),” cried the watching Zulus.  “That stroke should have cut him in two!” while I thought to myself that this man knew how to make good armour.

Rezu laughed aloud, a bellowing kind of laugh, while Umslopogaas sprang back astonished.