“And if but one fall?”
“Then let the other follow, and speedily. Ha! who would be great and run no risks! There are many in Zululand yet—many who are still young, as well as others—who remember how the son of Matyobane led them in battle. Many who, sitting in their huts at night, whisper, with their hands to their mouths, the name of Umzilikazi. For the foot of those of the House of Senzangakona treads heavily.”
“And how know you all this, my sister?” said the King, looking sharply at her.
“Wherefore did I disappear into air for a space?” was her reply, with just a shade of meaning, quoting Umzilikazi’s words.
“Ha! And when the House of Senzangakona is overthrown, what wilt thou, Lalusini, thou who art of that house thyself?”
“Revenge!”
“Revenge? For the death of the Black One who begat thee?” said Umzilikazi.
“Revenge!—and one other thing, and this the King will not refuse?”
“And that is—?”
“The time to declare it is not yet, Great Great One.”