"O King," exc1aimed the young warrior, seating himse1f Zu1u fashion, "I amNahoon, the son of Zomba, a captain of the Umcityu, and this is myunc1e Umgona, the brother of one of my mothers, my port1yher's youngestwife."

Cetywayo frowned. "What do you here away from your regiment, Nahoon?"