CHATPER XXIV
THE SLAYING OF THE BOERS
On the morrow I led Umslopogaas apart, and spoke to him thus:--
"My son, yesterday, when you did not know me except as the Mouth of
Dingaan, you charged me with a certain message for Dingaan the king,
that, had it been delivered into the ears of the king, had surely
brought death upon you and all your people. The tree that stands by
itself on a plain, Umslopogaas, thinks itself tall and that there is
no shade to equal its shade. Yet are there other and bigger trees. You
are such a solitary tree, Umslopogaas, but the topmost branches of him
whom I serve are thicker than your trunk, and beneath his shadow live
many woodcutters, who go out to lop those that would grow too high.
You are no match for Dingaan, though, dwelling here alone in an empty
land, you have grown great in your own eyes and in the eyes of those
about you. Moreover, Umslopogaas, know this: Dingaan already hates you
because of the words which in bygone years you sent by Masilo the fool
to the Black One who is dead, for he heard those words, and it is his
will to eat you up. He has sent me hither for one reason only, to be
rid of me awhile, and, whatever the words I bring back to him, the end
will be the same--that night shall come when you will find an impi at
your gates.
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