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You are not a white woman, you are the ancient Witch of Bambatse herself. You have said it, and with such it is not well to war. Great lady of Magic, Spirit from of old, I salute you, and I thank you for your gifts of life and fortune. Farewell."
Also I should like to explore that place, Bambatse." "So should I, Miss Clifford, in your company, and your father's, but not in that of Jacob. If ever you should go there with him, I say: 'Beware of Jacob." "Oh!
Clifford's mare, made such good progress that by midday they reached the place where they had passed the first night after leaving Bambatse. Here sheer fatigue and want of water forced them to stop a little while. They dismounted and drank greedily from the spring, after which they allowed the horses to drink also; indeed it was impossible to keep them away from the water.
I tell you that I think it will not be so; but whether or no that happens, I have words for the ear of your king a message for a message. Say to him that thus speaks the wise old Molimo of Bambatse. "I see him hunted like a wounded hyena through the rivers, in the deep bush, and over the mountain. I see him die in pain and misery; but his grave I see not, for no man shall know it.
She wished to escape from Bambatse, its wondrous fortifications, its mysterious cone, its cave, its dead, and from Jacob Meyer. Benita stood upon the top of her prison wall and looked with longing at the wide, open lands below.
They had not more than ten miles to cover to reach their long journey's end, but the road, if so it could be called, ran up-hill, and the oxen, whereof only fourteen were now left to drag the heavy-laden waggon, were thin and footsore, so that their progress was very slow. Indeed, it was past midday when at length they began to enter what by apology might be called the town of Bambatse.
Instantly, by instinct as it were, Benita extinguished her candle, fearing lest it should betray her, for constant danger had made her very cunning. The dawn had not yet broken, but the waning moon and the stars gave a good light. She paused to look. There above her towered the outermost wall of Bambatse, against which the river washed, except at such times as the present, when it was very low.
Evidently they were arranging a surprise when there was sufficient light to carry it out. "They have seen our fire," whispered her father to Benita; "now, if we wish to save our lives, there is only one thing to do ride for it before they muster. The impi will be camped upon the other side of the hill, so we must take the road we came by." "That runs back to Bambatse," faltered Benita.
How they reached Bambatse Benita never could remember, but afterwards she was told that both she and her father were carried upon litters made of ox-hide shields. When she came to her own mind again, it was to find herself lying in her tent outside the mouth of the cave within the third enclosure of the temple-fortress.
Forward now," and holding to her saddle-strap they went up the long, long slope which led to the poort in the hills around Bambatse. They would have liked to shoot the mare, but being afraid to fire a rifle, could not do so. So they left the unhappy beast to its fate, and with it everything it carried, except a few of the cartridges.
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