"Now go. Go, do you hear, before I change my mind. People who insult
me are not safe. Go."
And he went.
Some time afterwards she mentioned the incident to Sapazani, quite in a
light, casual way. The chief was strangely angry, far more so than the
occasion seemed to warrant, she had thought, with a mild, passing
astonishment.
"I would I had known of this at the time, Izibu," he had said. "That
_ishinga_ might have found some difficulty in returning to his own part
of the country. He is not one of our own people, he belongs to Induba.
But those coast dwellers--_Hau_! They are only half men. All the _man_
is burnt out of them among the sugar canes and the fever." Then, with
bitterness, "But what is a chief in these days? _I_ am no chief. Every
white man is chief now, if he is sent by Government--every white _boy_,
rather. There are no chiefs left in the land of Zulu. Even those of
our people who act as dogs to the courts of the white magistrates think
they are chiefs over us. _Hau_!"