With gloom around our hearts, and mightily discouraged, we lay and
rested, and soon there came down to us a runner from Mgwali's outpost to
tell that an immense _impi_ was advancing from the direction in which
the defeated and retreating Zulu force was last seen, and then we knew,
if we had not known before, that, as we rested there with our shattered
and broken remnant, it was but for a breathing space before renewing a
most desperate conflict which could have but one ending. Beneath, the
hollow was heaped up with corpses--the hillsides, too. There they lay,
the fiercest, bravest of our warriors, and of those of Dingane, likewise
of ours the poorest; for our regiments of incorporated slaves could not
stand before the stern might of Zulu, but were swept away like sheep,
lying as they had fallen, in a fleeing attitude. Disheartened,
dispirited now, we waited for the end. Even Kalipe's _impi_, did it
arrive, could hardly avail to turn the fortune of war now; yet we were
resolved, determined as ever, that if a new nation were to die that day
it should die hard.
While we lay thus thinking there came about a strange thing. Over the
heavens a lurid cloud had been spreading, and it might have been this
which had brought the matter back to men's recollection. For in the air
there thrilled the notes of that sweet, strange song--the Song of the
Shield. Did it spring out of the very heavens? None could tell. All
gazed eagerly up, for all heard it. Those who were weary and resting
sprang to their feet, filled with fresh life. Those who were binding up
wounds let that be, and, staring around, uttered ejaculations of awe and
surprise. It seemed to spring from beneath the brow of the great
iron-faced cliff, and to soar out thence in wreaths of sound. Could the
singer be there hidden? No; that was impossible. But we--we listened,
and it seemed that life lay outspread anew before our eyes.
Now there befell that which made our ears deaf once more to the Song of
the Shield. Afar on the plain beneath came into sight that which we had
been expecting--the remnant of the Zulu host, and the _impi_ which had
reinforced it, spread out in half-moon formation, covering an immense
distance. It swept on, black and terrible, and we could see the
glittering roll of its spear-points like the breaking crest of a huge
wave in the sunlight, could hear the sweep and clash of its shields like
winds shaking a forest. _Whau_! It looked terrible, that great _impi_,
Fresh and strong, it would eat us up easily, for it was almost double
our own numbers, and we were already crushed, dispirited, and weary.
And now the foremost of this new host came beneath, marching in dense
serried ranks, victory already gleaming in the eyes of the plumed
warriors almost visible to us where we lay; the countless array of broad
shields, and the splendid discipline of their march--all this we marked
as we lay. Sweeping rapidly onward they came, company after company.
Their numbers seemed to have no end, and then the war-song of Dingane
came rolling up the slope:
"_Us' eziteni!
Asiyikuza sababona_!"
Note:
"Thou art in among the enemy!
We shall never get to see them!"
Meaning:
"There will be none left by the time we come up!"
In fierce, long-drawn, throaty barks, the words were jerked forth, like
the baying of an army of large and ferocious dogs. And we were their
game. Then, as the song was hushed for a moment, there quivered forth
upon the air--this time loud and clear, and strong--the melody which
turned our hearts to iron once more--the Song of the Shield.
Its words were caught up by our warriors, and thundered forth in a
frenzy of delight. Now we believed we should defeat that huge host.
_Au_! and we were to them but a handful!
The song of Dingane had ceased now, and in silence the great _impi_ was
climbing the spur of the hill, which it had already shut in with the
dense half-circle of its formation. Behind us was the hard, smooth
cliff--the face of the mountain--before us, Mhlangana's spears. _Whau_!
it recalled to my mind the day we stormed the fortified hill of the
Bakoni. Only to-day these should find lions--not miserable jackals--
lions who knew how to die biting.
Now, looking up to the high point where the King sat and watched the
battle, and at times directed it, I beheld a signal--a strange signal,
whereat I marvelled greatly, for it directed me to leave the high
position we were on and charge down upon the densest ranks of the Zulu
"horn." But discipline among the King's troops was absolute, wherefore
I hesitated not a moment, but crying to my "Scorpions" to follow me, I
went--we all went--I waving the white shield aloft. Below we could see
the astonished looks of those whose spears were upraised to receive us.
The place we were now in, _Nkose_, was a hollow, half way up the slope,
and shut in by steep walls and terraces of rock like the stairs in a
white man's house. And now I beheld another signal--the signal to turn
and stand.
Down the stair-like place a crowd of men were pouring after us. Yet
their look was not that of warriors in triumphant pursuit, such as it
ought to be, for these men were the men of Mhlangana and they were sure
of us, had us securely trapped, we being shut in between lines of
spears. They wore rather the look of men who flee, and, indeed, such it
appeared was the case, for above I could see the other half of my
regiment of "Scorpions" showering down assegais upon them, pressing them
hard down this steep and stony path which they knew not, but which we
knew.
Now as we rushed forward to make an end of them before those below could
climb up, I beheld upon one of the rock stairs a man--a tall, broad man,
whose back was turned to me as he gave some order to those he led.
_Whau_! I knew that back, for I had seen it before; had seen it rise
out of nowhere, the night that the moon grew black. I was about to
launch a casting assegai, which could not have missed, when, hard as our
case was, I remembered that it was not fitting that one of the brother
Kings of Zululand should be slain from behind, pierced through the back.
"Turn, Great Great One, brother of Dingane!" I cried.
Mhlangana turned; and, as he did so, zip! went my casting spear. Then
he laughed. It was quivering in his shield--the great white shield
which was like my own.
"Take back thy spear, thou whom I know not!" he cried; and I, it was all
I could do to catch the assegai as he had done, or, rather, to turn it
off.
"Ha! bearer of the other white shield!" I cried. "It may be that my
day is done, but so is thine." And I hurled at him another assegai.
This struck him in the side, wounding him, for I saw the blood flow.
"_Bayete_, brother King!" he called out mockingly. And then I knew that
he mistook me for Umzilikazi.
We got within striking distance, but he was a little above me, and,
covered by his shield, I could hardly reach him. I sprang upward,
driving at him with a long-handled spear, and our shields clashed, as we
met in full shock. _Whau_! they crashed together, the two white
shields, but I felt I had wounded him again, and he began to totter. A
moment more, and Dingane would have reigned sole King, when, I know not
how it came about, but the whole crowd of Mhlangana's picked men swept
furiously down upon us, rolling us back, themselves pressed down by the
other half of my regiment of Scorpions driving them from above. Then I
could no longer see Mhlangana, for the gully was filled with men,
fighting, struggling, stabbing, and the air was resonant with groans and
hissing, and the slapping of the hide shields together, as warriors met
in mortal shock, each fighting now to his own hand.
But the pursuers had by this time become the pursued; for, in turn, a
great body of the Zulu force had surged up the ridge, and was driving
The Scorpions before it. We were hemmed in completely now. We were cut
off from the pass, through which the bulk of us might have escaped--
others covering the retreat--for below, the other horn of Mhlangana's
force had closed in, and was merely waiting--waiting grimly until we
should be driven down upon its spears. Then the Amandebeli would be no
longer a nation.
In despair, still keeping our ranks close, we retreated slowly, fighting
our way step by step, up the outermost of the three rifts. We could not
escape, for now were we hemmed in on either side by rocks. Our tongues
were swollen by thirst, and we panted like dogs. Many of us were gashed
with wounds, and streaming with blood; but those who fell were
immediately speared and ripped by the men of Mhlangana. Our shields
were hacked and bent and our weapons dripping. Still the Zulu host
seemed to hesitate, and now a voice cried from its ranks--
"Ho! leopards who are securely trapped! Come forth! Yield now to the
mercy of the Great Great One! Come forth, thou Umzilikazi, who callest
thyself King, and place thy neck beneath the paw of the Lion of Zulu!"
I can recall the thrill of delight which ran through me, even in that
moment of death, _Nkose_ on being again hailed as King; for it was clear
that Mhlangana, seeing me in the forefront of the battle, waving the
pure white shield, had mistaken me for Umzilikazi, though the Great
Great One himself was far above us on the mountain crest, waiting and
watching. But I answered fiercely defiant--
"Come, now, and place it there thyself, Mhlangana. But few of thy
_impi_ shall return to Dingane by the time that is done."
A roar of fierce laughter went up from the bravest and staunchest of my
followers. But most were silent, gloomily silent, and the silence was
ominous. I even heard murmurs among some as to the uselessness of
further resistance, since we and our enemies were of the same blood, and
we might as well live to fight in the army of Dingane, who would spare
us, as die in that of Umzilikazi, who was already a dead king.
Leaping up, I sprang upon the nearest of these, and with one blow of my
broad spear--the King's Assegai--laid him dead at my feet. Then,
rolling my eyes over my dispirited remnant, I cried--
"Who is of the base blood of slaves to talk of yielding? Have The
Scorpions no sting left? We will die as we have lived--stinging."
Our enemies, thinking we were deliberating surrender, remained halted
below in silence. As I finished speaking, there rang out once more,
soft and clear upon the air, from the heights above, that wild, sweet
voice--
"Great is small,
Little is great.
Great shall fall
In the coming Fate.
"Who may fear?
Who to-day will yield?
None who hear
The Song of the Shield!"
"_Ou_!" cried the warriors, their hands to their mouths. "The shield!
The Song of the Shield again!"
"Hear ye what the words say?" I cried. "`None who hear,' Now, those
hear not the sound, wherefore it is we who need not fear. Behold it,
the white shield!" I cried again, in ringing tones, holding it aloft.
"We will die beneath it. But we yield not!"
"The white shield! We will die beneath it!" they chorused, springing
up, freshly heartened. But I restrained them, for I wished to parley
with Mhlangana and his leaders, only, however, to gain time in order
that, being rested, we might recommence that unequal fight with renewed
vigour. And then, to my unbounded surprise, I, looking up, beheld from
where the King sat on the heights above the signal to move downward--the
signal to charge.
_Au_! I hardly knew whether I were dreaming or already dead. To
charge? It was madness! Why, that host whose spears awaited us was
four times as great as our own, fresh and untired, and thirsting for
battle. It would eat us up in a moment. Umzilikazi's brain must have
turned at the impending fall of his power. Such an order was that of a
general gone mad. Or had the enemy, unknown to us, surprised and
captured the King, substituting others, even as we had done in the
matter of Mhlangana's outpost, who were signalling us to our sure and
easy destruction. All these thoughts flashed through my mind like
scorching fire: yet, even while this was so, I was already issuing my
directions, for with ourselves in those days, _Nkose_, an order was
given to be obeyed, not to be questioned.
And as we marched down--quietly at first--to fling ourselves in full
charge upon the Zulu host, we could hardly believe our ears. The sound
of a war-song rose upon the air, nearer and nearer, as though sung by
men coming up the great pass--
"_Yaingahlabi!
Leyo 'Nkunzi! Yai ukufa_!"
Ha! It was our own song--the war-song of the King. Our enemies heard
it, too, though the Song of the Shield had not floated to their ears,
being audible to ourselves alone, for the dense ranks, which had been
squatting on the ground as though to rest, sprang into life, and heads
were eagerly turned in the direction of this new force. We, however,
hoped but little from this, for those who had been left to guard the
defile under Gasibona would be but a mere mouthful in the open field of
battle. But, as I saw the shields of the foremost emerging from between
the cliffs, I glanced upward once more. The signal was to charge--to
charge swiftly, and at once.
"Follow me now, my children!" I cried. "Follow the white shield!"
We hurled ourselves forward, and for a moment nothing was heard but the
hissing of war-whistles and the rush of feet. Then--_au_! a crash as of
a wave upon a hard rock. So hard had we struck them, so fierce had been
the shock, that we rolled them back--at first. Hundreds lay dead and
writhing, and still the burning hiss of the spear as it did its work!
At first--only at first. They came at us again. They were closing
round us. I saw panic in my ranks.
"The shield! the white shield!" I roared. "Come beneath it, ye who
fear."
The shrinking, their spirits renewed, answered with a wild yell. Then
we "saw red" as we stabbed and struggled. Ha! they yield. Yes, that
dense host was falling back before us--before us--a handful of men! A
wild shout arose from its midst--a shout of dismay. And as we pressed
them, giving them not a moment wherein to recover themselves, we beheld
the reason.
Pouring around the end of the spur came a great cloud of dust, and
through it shields and spears. We needed not the alarm and confusion of
the Zulu host to tell us that these were our own people, as, indeed,
they were. It was Kalipe's _impi_. Roaring the war-shout of
Umzilikazi, they fell upon Mhlangana's force, and at the same time the
warriors who had issued from the pass assailed it furiously upon that
side. Dismay and panic now took hold of the great _impi_. Thus
suddenly attacked on three sides, realising that they had
under-estimated both our strength and strategy, the warriors of Dingane
turned and fled by the way which was still open, yet fast closing up,
and we--we purposely refrained from closing quite their way because we
could slay more of them in their flight, and with small loss to our own
side, whereas, did we hem them in--these fierce and desperate Zulu
lions--there was no foretelling the issue of the fray, for even yet they
were equal to us in numbers. Panic alone was their destruction.
But although we thus left a way open for them to flee, we pressed them
hard--_au_! we pressed them hard. We smote them as they fled, striking
them down by scores, but I and Kalipe, and the other war-captains were
too wary to allow this to continue, even if we had not seen the King's
signal of recall. So, singing in mockery after them the war-song of
Dingane, we left the pursuit and returned in triumph.
_Au, Nkose_! that was a sight. I have seen your countrymen lying in
heaps at Isandhlwana, and I have been in many a hard-fought battle since
that of which I am telling. But never have I seen so vast a number of
slain as that evening at the Place of the Three Rifts. They lay, here
in heaps, there thickly strewn in twos and threes. Many of my kindred
and friends fell there, and of our captains and valiant leaders not a
few, while two whole regiments of our incorporated slaves had gone down
before the Zulu spears. Far and wide they lay, and of the enemy the
number of slain was as great as ourselves, and among them some of our
older men recognised many whom they had known before our flight from
Tshaka. But among the chiefs and leaders we found not the body of
Mhlangana nor that of Silwane.
Thus we returned, weary with the flight and the pursuit, but with pride,
and joy, and triumph in our hearts, for we had beaten back the most
formidable of our foes, and of whom we had gone in dread ever since we
had been a nation. And already, though the day was nearly done, vast
clouds of vultures were gathering in the heavens, which beholding, many
laughed exultantly, remembering the presage in the Song of the Shield.
But as the sun sank below the rim of the world, again the great smooth
cliffs of the mountain face glowed blood-red, even as I alone had seen
them glow the evening before the last, and so wonderful was this omen
that many cried out that the mountain itself was bleeding afresh for
those who lay slain beneath it, and that it was a place of _tagati_.
And, indeed, who shall gainsay this, remembering the strange things
which it had witnessed; yet was such magic good towards us though evil
to our foes, since but for the heartening result of that wild, sweet,
mysterious song, and the _muti_ of the white shield, even the King's
strategy, perfect as it was, could hardly have availed to save the life
of a nation. And this, and nothing less, is what was accomplished that
day at the Place of the Three Rifts.