There was that about the look of your oxen just now, _Nkose_--shadowed like black ghosts against the mist--that brought back to my old mind a strange and wonderful time. And the night is yet young. Nor will that tale take very long in telling, unless--ah, that tale is but the door opening into a still greater one; but of that we shall see--yes, we shall see. I have already unfolded to you, _Nkose_, all that befell at the Place of the Three Rifts, and how at that place we met in fierce battle and rolled back the might of Dingane and thus saved the Amandebeli as a nation. Also have I told the tale of how I gained the White Shield by saving the life of a king, and how it in turn saved the life…
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