The king saw that the fire he had lit was burning too fiercely.
"Silence," he thundered in the deep voice for which he was remarkable,
and instantly each man became as if he were turned to stone, only the
echoes still answered back: "And the _impis_ shall sing it in their
ears--in their ears."
"I am growing certain that this is no place for me," thought Hadden;
"if that scoundrel had been armed he might have temporarily forgotten
himself. Hullo! who's this?"
Just then there appeared through the gate of the fence a splendid
specimen of the Zulu race. The man, who was about thirty-five years
of age, was arrayed in a full war dress of a captain of the Umcityu
regiment. From the circlet of otter skin on his brow rose his crest of
plumes, round his middle, arms and knees hung the long fringes of black
oxtails, and in one hand he bore a little dancing shield, also black in
colour. The other was empty, since he might not appear before the king
bearing arms. In countenance the man was handsome, and though just now
they betrayed some anxiety, his eyes were genial and honest, and his
mouth sensitive.
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