Then Hlakanyana took a large pot and set it on the fire, and poured the water into it.
He said to the old woman: “You must cook me a little first, and then I will cook you a little.”
The old woman agreed to that. Hlakanyana was the first to be put in the pot. When the water began to get hot, he said: “Take me out, grandmother; I am in long enough.”
The old woman took him out, and went in the pot for her turn. Soon she said: “Take me out now, my grandchild; I am in long enough.”
Hlakanyana replied: “Not yet, grandmother; it is not yet time.”
So the old woman died in the pot.
Hlakanyana took all the bones of the old woman and threw them away. He left only the toes and the fingers. Then he took the clothing of the old woman and put it on. The two sons of this old woman came from hunting. [[100]]
They went into the hut, and said: “Whose meat is this in the pot?”
Hlakanyana was lying down. He said in a voice like that of their mother: “It is yours, my sons.”
While they were eating, the younger one said: “Look at this, it is like the toe of mother.”