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
“It is difficult,” she answered. “Do you know that when you come to
consult a wise woman you should keep your mind fixed upon the matter
about which you would take counsel with her from the first moment that
you set out to visit her until you stand in her presence? Now this you
have not done, for as you came you were thinking of other things; yes,
you were thinking about the ambush which is to be set for these people
in the pass yonder, and therefore I cannot see the girl’s heart clear,
and do not quite know what medicine I should give you to soften it.”
“It is true, lady,” answered the stupid fellow, “that I was thinking
about the ambush of which I have heard some talk, though I do not know
who told you of it.”
“Who told me? Why to my sight your thoughts are written on your face,
yes, they ran before you and reached me as I heard your footsteps. But
now, think no more of that matter, which has nothing to do with you or
me, think only of the girl, and go on thinking of her, and of her only,
until you get back home, and give her the medicine—that is if you wish
it to work.”
“I am thinking, lady,” he muttered, turning his stupid face up to the
skies.
“Fool, be quiet. Do I not know that? Ah! now I see her heart, and I
tell you that you are lucky, for when you have done as I bid you, she
will love you more than if you were the greatest chief in all the
land.” Then Sihamba gave him a certain harmless powder to sprinkle in
the hut where the girl slept, and bade him wait for her on six
different days when she came up from bathing, giving her on each day a
garland of fresh flowers, a new flower for every day.
The man thanked her and asked what he must pay her for a fee, to which
she replied that she took no fee in matters of love, since her reward
was to know that she had made two people happy; but she added:
“Remember what I tell you, or instead of earning love you will earn
hate. Say nothing of your visit to me, and if you can avoid it, do not
speak at all until you have sprinkled the powder in the hut; especially
put all things which do not concern you and her out of your mind and
think only of her face and how happy you will be when you have married
her, which, if you follow my instructions, you will shortly do.”
Now the young man went away as though he were walking upon air, and
indeed so closely did he obey her that he was dismissed by his masters
as a dumb fool before he reached home again. But whether or no
Sihamba’s medicine softened the heart of the maid I have not heard.
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