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Updated: June 20, 2025
Mistress Benita was delighted with the change from her dull hard life; and she made many excellent observations, such as seem natural to a foreigner looking at our country. In her joy she ran straight up to the cart; and then stopped and gazed at Benita.
The search was not renewed until the following afternoon, when Meyer had recovered a little from the effects of the poisoning and the chafing of the hide ropes beneath his arms. Indeed, from the former he never did quite recover, since thenceforward Benita, who for her own reasons watched the man closely, discovered a marked and progressive change in his demeanour.
Also, I have something to find before I die for your sake, dear." "Do you mean up among those ruins?" she asked, looking at him curiously. "Yes. So you know about it?" he answered, with a flash of his blue eyes. "Oh! of course, Seymour told you. Yes, I mean among the ruins but I will tell you that story another time not here, not here. What do you wish to do, Benita?
As for me, what does it matter? I may hide from them and escape, or at least I am old, my life is done, whereas yours is before you. Now, good-bye, and go on," and he let go of the saddle-strap. By way of answer Benita pulled up the horse. "Not one yard," she said, setting her mouth.
The direction he knew well enough, for now in the great silence of the sea he could hear the boom of the mighty rollers breaking on the beach. Ah, those rollers! He remembered how that very afternoon Benita and he had watched them through his field glass sprouting up against the cruel walls of rock, and wondered that when the ocean was so calm they had still such power.
They were shouting also, for through the silence of the African morn the sound of their voices floated up to her. As the mist cleared off Benita saw that without doubt it was a waggon, for there stood the long row of oxen, also it had just been captured by the Matabele, for these were about it in numbers.
And, still chanting his mystic song, he led Benita by the hand out of the light, onward into darkness, away from life, onward into the place of death. Like every other passage in this old fortress, the approach to the cave was narrow and winding; presumably the ancients had arranged them thus to facilitate their defence.
In front stood her father, staring at her and waving his hands mysteriously in obedience to Jacob's directions. So ridiculous did he look indeed while thus engaged that Benita had the greatest difficulty in preventing herself from bursting into laughter.
Benita heard the bullet clap upon the hide shield, and next instant saw the Matabele warrior lying on his back, beating the air with his hands and feet. Also, she saw beyond the shoulder of the kopje, which they were rounding, hundreds of men marching, and behind them a herd of cattle, the dim light gleaming upon the stabbing spears and on the horns of the oxen.
Here was an opportunity of atonement for his idle and luxurious life. An hour ago he would have taken it gladly, but now now, with Benita senseless on his breast, and that answer still locked in her sleeping heart? Yet Benita would approve of such a death as this, and even if she loved him not in life, would learn to love his memory. In an instant his mind was made up, and he was speaking rapidly.
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