Somewhat to his surprise it was accepted. "At least, White Man," said
the king, glancing at his visitor's tall spare form and cleanly cut
face, "you are no '_umfagozan_' (low fellow); you are of the blood of
chiefs."
"Yes, King," answered Hadden, with a little sigh, "I am of the blood of
chiefs."
"What do you want in my country, White Man?"
"Very little, King. I have been trading here, as I daresay you have
heard, and have sold all my goods. Now I ask your leave to hunt buffalo,
and other big game, for a while before I return to Natal."
"I cannot grant it," answered Cetywayo, "you are a spy sent by Sompseu,
or by the Queen's Induna in Natal. Get you gone."
"Indeed," said Hadden, with a shrug of his shoulders; "then I hope that
Sompseu, or the Queen's Induna, or both of them, will pay me when I
return to my own country. Meanwhile I will obey you because I must, but
I should first like to make you a present."
"What present?" asked the king. "I want no presents. We are rich here,
White Man."
"So be it, King.
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