I answered that I would do so.
“Good,” he replied. “I am sending twelve head of cattle with you, six of them for your food during your journey, and six as a present to the embassy of the Amaboona. Also Kambula, my captain, has charge to see you safely over the Tugela River.”
I thanked him and turned to go, when suddenly his eye fell upon Marie, who, foolishly enough, took this opportunity to advance from among the others and speak to me about something—I forget what.
“Macumazahn, is that the maiden of whom you spoke to me?” asked Dingaan; “she whom you are going to marry?”
I answered, “Yes.”
“By the head of the Black One,” he exclaimed, “she is very fair. Will you not make a present of her to me, Macumazahn?”
I answered, “No; she is not mine to give away.”
“Well, then, Macumazahn, I will pay you a hundred head of cattle for her, which is the price of a royal wife, and give you ten of the fairest girls in Zululand in exchange.”
I answered that it could not be.
Now the king began to grow angry.