Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction; Hunting guides -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“From that time,” Stella went on, “I remember no more till I woke to
find myself in a gloomy cave resting on a bed of skins. My legs were
bound, and Hendrika sat near me watching me, while round the edge of
the cave peered the heads of those horrible baboons. Tota was still in
my arms, and half dead from terror; her moans were pitiful to hear. I
spoke to Hendrika, imploring her to release us; but either she has lost
all understanding of human speech, or she pretends to have done so. All
she would do was to caress me, and even kiss my hands and dress with
extravagant signs of affection. As she did so, Tota shrunk closer to
me. This Hendrika saw and glared so savagely at the child that I feared
lest she was going to kill her. I diverted her attention by making
signs that I wanted water, and this she gave me in a wooden bowl. As
you saw, the cave was evidently Hendrika’s dwelling-place. There are
stores of fruit in it and some strips of dried flesh. She gave me some
of the fruit and Tota a little, and I made Tota eat some. You can never
know what I went through, Allan. I saw now that Hendrika was quite mad,
and but little removed from the brutes to which she is akin, and over
which she has such unholy power. The only trace of humanity left about
her was her affection for me. Evidently her idea was to keep me here
with her, to keep me away from you, and to carry out this idea she was
capable of the exercise of every artifice and cunning. In this way she
was sane enough, but in every other way she was mad. Moreover, she had
not forgotten her horrible jealousy. Already I saw her glaring at Tota,
and knew that the child’s murder was only a matter of time. Probably
within a few hours she would be killed before my eyes. Of escape, even
if I had the strength, there was absolutely no chance, and little
enough of our ever being found. No, we should be kept here guarded by a
mad thing, half ape, half woman, till we perished miserably. Then I
thought of you, dear, and of all that you must be suffering, and my
heart nearly broke. I could only pray to God that I might either be
rescued or die swiftly.
“As I prayed I dropped into a kind of doze from utter weariness, and
then I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that Indaba-zimbi stood over
me nodding his white lock, and spoke to me in Kaffir, telling me not to
be frightened, for you would soon be with me, and that meanwhile I must
humour Hendrika, pretending to be pleased to have her near me. The
dream was so vivid that I actually seemed to see and hear him, as I see
and hear him now.”
Here I looked up and glanced at old Indaba-zimbi, who was sitting near.
But it was not till afterwards that I told Stella of how her vision was
brought about.
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