and with her the two children. They rose as I came, but I frowned at

my wife and she gave me no greeting. Those with me looked at her

"I have divorced this woman," I said to them. "She is a withered tree,

a worn out old hag, and now I take her with me to send her to the

country of the Swazis, whence she came. Cease weeping," I added to

Macropha, "it is my last word."

"What says the king?" asked the men.

"I will answer to the king," I said. And we went on.