H. Rider Haggard,
Allan Quatermain — Chapter I: The Consul's Yarn
(1887)
“ Wilt thou throw thyself to Fortune and come, or fearest thou, Umslopogaas?'The great man smiled. 'Thou art not altogether right, Macumazahn,' he said; 'I have plotted in my time, but it was not ambition that led me to my fall; but, shame on me that I should have to say it, a fair woman's face. Let it pass. So we are going to see something like the old times again, Macumazahn, when we fought and hunted in Zululand? Ay, I will come. Come life, come death, what care I, so that the blows fall fast and the blood runs red? I grow old, I grow old, and I have not fought enough! ”
