Even my worst enemy could hardly accuse me of being a bad-tempered man,
let alone a quarrelsome one. On the other hand I have never laid claim
to an angelic disposition, and if I had the demeanour of my present
companion would have taxed it to the uttermost, since we had each been
betrayed into showing the other our hand. For my part I can honestly
say the fact would have made no difference whatever in our mutual
relations, but Falkner Sewin was differently hung. First of all he
sulked heavily, but finding that this did not answer and that I was
entirely independent of him for companionship, for I would talk to the
Zulus by the hour--he threw that off and grew offensive--so much so that
I felt certain he was trying to pick a quarrel with me. Had it been any
other man in the world this would have concerned me not one atom, indeed
he needn't have tried overmuch. But here it was different. There was
my promise to his cousin, and further, the consideration that Aida Sewin
was his cousin and thus very nearly related indeed. No, on no account
must we come to blows, and yet the strain upon my temper became hourly
more great.
I had not been able to trek when I had intended, by reason of something
beyond the ordinary native delay in bringing in my cattle; in fact in
one particular quarter I had some difficulty in getting them brought in
at all. In view of the troubled state of the border this looked
ominous. In ordinary times Majendwa's people like other Zulus, though
hard men of business at a deal, were reliability itself once that deal
was concluded. Now they were inclined to be shifty and evasive and not
always over civil; and all this had come about suddenly. Could it mean
that war had actually broken out? It might have for all we knew,
dependent as we were upon those among whom we dwelt for every scrap of
information that might reach us from outside. Otherwise their behaviour
was unaccountable. But if it had, why then we should be lucky to get
out of the country with unperforated skins, let alone with a wheel or a
hoof to our names.
Even Majendwa's demeanour towards me had undergone a change, and that
was the worst sign of all; for we had always been good friends. All his
wonted geniality had vanished and he had become curt and morose of
manner. I resolved now to take the bull by the horns, and put the
question to Majendwa point-blank. Accordingly I betook myself to his
hut, with that object. But the answer to my inquiries for him was
prompt. The chief was in his _isigodhlo_, and could not be disturbed.
This sort of "not at home" was unmistakable. I returned to the waggons.
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