as the Woodpecker, and as
Bulalio, or the Slaughterer, and by no other names. Now, he who came at
Galazi the Wolf rushed on wildly, holding his spear short. But Galazi
was cunning in war. He took one step forward to meet him, then, swinging
the Watcher backward, he let him fall at the full length of arms and
club. The child of Jikiza lifted his shield to catch the blow, but the
shield was to the Watcher what a leaf is to the wind. Full on its hide
the huge club fell, making a loud sound; the war-shield doubled up like
a raw skin, and he who bore it fell crushed to the earth.

Now for a moment, the four who were left of the sons of Jikiza hovered
round the pair, feinting at them from afar, but never coming within
reach of axe or club. One threw a spear indeed, and though Umslopogaas
leaped aside, and as it sped towards him smote the haft in two with
the blade of Groan-Maker, yet its head flew on, wounding Galazi in the
flank. Then he who had thrown the spear turned to fly, for his hands
were empty, and the others followed swiftly, for the heart was out of
them, and they dared to do battle with these two no more.

Thus the fight was ended, and from its beginning till the finish was not
longer than the time in which men might count a hundred slowly.

"It seems that none are left for us to kill, Galazi," said Umslopogaas,
laughing aloud. "Ah, that was a cunning fight! Ho! you sons of the
Unconquered, who run so fast, stay your feet. I give you peace; you
shall live to sweep my huts and to plough my fields with the other women
of my kraal. Now, councillors, the fighting is done, so let us to the
chief's hut, where Masilo waits us," and he turned and went with Galazi,
and after him followed all the people, wondering and in silence.

When he reached the hut Umslopogaas sat himself down in the place where
Jikiza had sat that morning, and the maid Zinita came to him with a wet
cloth and washed the wound that the spear had made. He thanked her;
then she would have washed Galazi's wound also, and this was deeper,
but Galazi bade her to let him be roughly, as he would have no woman
meddling with his wounds. For neither then nor at any other time did
Galazi turn to women, but he hated Zinita most of them all.

Then Umslopogaas spoke to Masilo the Pig, who sat before him with a
frightened face, saying, "It seems, O Masilo, that you have sought this
maid Zinita in marriage, and against her will, persecuting her. Now I
had intended