It was the signal. Rank upon rank the armed legions filed forth from the gates of the great kraal. In perfect silence now they marched, their faces set eastward—a fell, vast, unsparing host upon destruction bent. Woe to the invading force if it should fail to repel the might of these!
Note 1.
“Come behold come behold at the High Place!
That is the tale - the tale of the spears.
That is the tale? The tale of the nations?
Nobody knows.
Come behold. That is the tale.
The tale of Matyobane.”
“Jjí-jjí!” is the cry uttered on closing in battle.
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Chapter Two.
“The Tale of the Spear.”
“Whau!” ejaculated Ziboza, one of the fighting indunas of the Ingubu Regiment. “These two first.”
The two men constituting the picket are seated under a bush in blissful unconsciousness; their horses, saddled and bridled, grazing close at hand. Away over the veldt, nearly half a mile distant, the column is laagered.