I asked him how it came about that he still hunted with the wolves as
he had done last night. He answered that now he was great and there
was nothing more to win, and at times a weariness of life came upon
him, and then he must up, and together with Galazi hunt and harry with
the wolves, for thus only could he find rest.
I said that I would show him better game to hunt before all was done,
and asked him further if he loved his wife, Zinita. Umslopogaas
answered that he would love her better if she loved him not so much,
for she was jealous and quick to anger, and that was a sorrow to him.
Then, when he had slept awhile, he led me from the hut, and I and
my people were feasted with the best, and I spoke with Zinita and with
Galazi the Wolf. For the last, I liked him well. This was a good man
to have at one's back in battle; but my heart spoke to me against
Zinita. She was handsome and tall, but with fierce eyes which always
watched Umslopogaas, my fosterling; and I noted that he who was
fearless of all other things yet seemed to fear Zinita. Neither did
she love me, for when she saw how the Slaughterer clung to me, as it
wee, instantly she grew jealous--as already she was jealous of Galazi
--and would have been rid of me if she might. Thus it came about that
my heart spoke against Zinita; nor did it tell me worse things of her
than those which she was to do.
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