“Yeh-bo ’Nkose.”
“And your chief—who is he?”
“The Government.”
“But your own chief?”
“The King.”
“Which king?” said Elvesdon, becoming ‘short.’
“Au! are there then two kings? I had not heard that.”
This answer given so quietly and innocently would have caused the other two to smile, only they were in no smiling mood.
“But who is your chief in Zululand, your Zulu chief?” went on Elvesdon, growing impatient. But the deprecatory smile on the other’s face was beautiful to behold. He replied.
“Now Nkose, I would ask—Are there any chiefs in Zululand other than the Government? Not to-day—Government is our chief.”