Nor was Chaka yet satisfied with blood, for, as has been told, he sent

messengers bidding them kill Macropha, my wife, and Nada, my daughter,

and him who was named by son. But he commanded the messengers that

they should not slay me, but bring me living before them.

Now when the soldiers did not kill me I took counsel with myself, for

it was my belief that I was saved alive only that I might die later,

and in a more cruel fashion. Therefore for awhile I thought that it

would be well if I did that for myself which another purposed to do