“My birds are hungry,” he said to a councillor.
“Doubtless there shall soon be meat to feed them, O King!” the councillor answered.
As he spoke one came near, saying that a woman sought leave to speak to the king upon some great matter.
“Let her come,” he answered; “I am sick for tidings, perhaps she can tell of the impi.”
Presently the woman was led in. She was tall and fair, and she held two children by the hand.
“What is thine errand?” asked Dingaan.
“Justice, O King,” she answered.
“Ask for blood, it shall be easier to find.”
“I ask blood, O King.”
“The blood of whom?”