n an instant, Shaka Zulu is at the throat of the First Conscience, his eyes wild with rage and fury.
“What have you done? He’s dead!”
I have simply released you of your burden. Godongwana was a traitor. A conspirator. A deceiver. I had known for some time, but until recently I was unsure of the extent.
“NO!” screams Shaka Zulu.
The hairs on his forearms start to rise as he loosens his grip just enough…
“ZULU!”