Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction; Hunting guides -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“Yes, love, that, and it is true. Now you will be able to forget our
separation in the happiness of a new meeting,” and he glanced at me and
smiled. “Well, when this knowledge came home to me, I determined to
abandon this place and trek for the coast, though I well knew that the
journey would kill me. I should never live to reach it. But Stella
would, and it would be better than leaving her here alone with savages
in the wilderness. On the very day that I had made up my mind to take
this step Stella found you dying in the Bad Lands, Allan Quatermain,
and brought you here. She brought you, of all men in the world, you,
whose father had been my dear friend, and who once with your baby hands
had saved her life from fire, that she might live to save yours from
thirst. At the time I said little, but I saw the hand of Providence in
this, and I determined to wait and see what came about between you. At
the worst, if nothing came about, I soon learned that I could trust you
to see her safely to the coast after I was gone. But many days ago I
knew how it stood between you, and now things are determined as I
prayed they might be. God bless you both, my children; may you be happy
in your love; may it endure till death and beyond it. God bless you
both!” and he stretched out his hand towards me.
I took it, and Stella kissed him.
Presently he spoke again—
“It is my intention,” he said, “if you two consent, to marry you next
Sunday. I wish to do so soon, for I do not know how much longer will be
allowed to me. I believe that such a ceremony, solemnly celebrated and
entered into before witnesses, will, under the circumstances, be
perfectly legal; but of course you will repeat it with every formality
the first moment it lies in your power so to do. And now, there is one
more thing: when I left England my fortunes were in a shattered
condition; in the course of years they have recovered themselves, the
accumulated rents, as I heard but recently, when the waggons last
returned from Port Natal, have sufficed to pay off all charges, and
there is a considerable balance over. Consequently you will not marry
on nothing, for of course you, Stella, are my heiress, and I wish to
make a stipulation. It is this. That so soon as my death occurs you
should leave this place and take the first opportunity of returning to
England. I do not ask you to live there always; it might prove too much
for people reared in the wilds, as both of you have been; but I do ask
you to make it your permanent home. Do you consent and promise this?”
“I do,” I answered.
“And so do I,” said Stella.
“Very well,” he answered; “and now I am tired out. Again God bless you
both, and good-night.”
CHAPTER X.
HENDRIKA PLOTS EVIL
On the following morning I had a conversation with Indaba-zimbi. First
of all I told him that I was going to marry Stella.
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