Cape of Good Hope (South Africa) -- Fiction; English fiction; Xhosa (African people) -- Fiction
The wizard left his covert, and, gliding along the bank above, peeped
over it occasionally to watch them. Sometimes they stopped on their way
and whispered. He could hear Amayeka's voice falter, and he cursed her
knowledge of the white man's language. Once, just where the moon's rays
glinted, they stood, and Amani could see in Amayeka's hands something
glittering. He recognised it as a steel chain, which he had observed
round Gray's neck, with a knife of many blades suspended by it. How
often he had coveted it! He heard the knife drop; Gray was unconscious
of its fall. The Kafir girl picked it up, and gave it to her lover.
Little thought Amayeka of the great need in which that knife would help
her within a few hours.
At the lower drift Amayeka crossed the stream. Gray watched her over;
took a keen glance up and down, little dreaming that Amani was watching
him from a wolf-hole ten yards off; and then a low chirrup, like the cry
of the quail, announced that all was safe in the copse Amayeka had
entered. Gray then traversed the stones of the ford.
Ere long, Amani could see them emerge singly from the covert, Amayeka
taking one path, for it was not too dark for Kafir eyes to distinguish
the outline of a woman's form, with the little meercat trotting after
her; her lover went another way, and then the wizard, profiting by a
cloud which overshadowed the moon's silver rim for a minute or two,
stepped stealthily across; and, biding his time, sought his hut, and
retiring therein, closed the matted entrance, and began to chant his
demoniacal incantations, to the great awe of the people assembled round
their fires at the doors of their dwellings.
Gray found Lee supping on broiled meat, and one of poor Amayeka's
coarse, sweet cakes; and Lee, after rallying the deserter on his
passion, informed him that he proposed next day to start for the foot of
the mountains with Doda, who had got leave from Umlala to guide the
"White Brother" to the trading station.
Gray was passive in the strong man's hand. If he ever attempted
remonstrance with his master--for such he felt the elder convict to be--
the latter invariably denounced him as too weak to be vicious, swearing
he would be a knave if he dared. As to escape from such thraldom, he
could see none; and on the other side of the picture was Amayeka, the
only creature on earth whom he loved, or who loved him. Honourable
servitude was beyond his reach at present, and in the mean time he was
pledged to Amayeka--vaguely--but still pledged. To her he owed all the
comforts of his present sad existence, and she had many ways and means
of ministering to them; he was bound to her by the ties of gratitude as
well as of affection; he pitied her, and he believed, moreover, that if
he left her, she must die--die perhaps by torture!
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