Swallow: A Tale of the Great TrekHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Swallow: A Tale of the Great Trek
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; South Africa -- History -- Great Trek, 1836-1840 -- Fiction; Transvaal (South Africa) -- Fiction
“Who are you?” asked a broad man in a leopard-skin cloak, of Sihamba;
but although she was small and dishevelled, her hair and garments being
wet with water, he did not laugh at her, for he saw that this stranger
had the air of one who is of the blood of chiefs.
“I am Sihamba Ngenyanga, the doctoress, of whom you may have heard,”
she answered; and some of the people said, “We have heard of her; she
is a great doctoress.”
“To what people do you belong, Sihamba?” asked the captain again.
“I belong to the people of Zwide, whom Chaka drove from Zululand, and
by birth I am a chieftainess of the Umpondwana, who live in the
mountain Umpondwana, and who were the Children of Zwide, but are now
the Children of Chaka.”
“Why then do you wander so far from home, Sihamba?”
“For this reason. When Zwide and his people, the Endwandwe, were driven
back, my people, the Umpondwana, who were subject to Zwide, made peace
with Chaka against my will. Therefore, because I would not live as a
Zulu dog, I left them.”
“Although your body is small you have a large heart,” said the captain,
and one of his people cried out: “The story of Sihamba is true, for
when you sent me as messenger to the Endwandwe, I heard it—it is a tale
there.”
Then the captain asked, “And who is the beautiful white woman who sits
upon the great horse?”
“She is my mother and my sister and my mistress, whom I serve till
death, for she saved me from death, and her name is Swallow.”
Now at this word _Swallow_, most of those present started, and some
uttered exclamations of wonder, especially a little band of people, men
and women, who stood to the left, and who from their dress and other
tokens it was easy to see were witch-doctors and diviners. Sihamba
noted the movements and words of wonder, but pretending to see nothing
she went on:
“The lady Swallow and I have fled hither from far, hoping to find the
chief Sigwe, for we need his counsel and protection, but he is away,
making war to the north, is it not so?”
“Nay,” answered the captain. “I am the chief Sigwe, and I have not yet
begun my war.”
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