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As I was to learn in days to come, if Anscombe and Heda had determined upon heading for the Transvaal, there would, as I believe, have been no Zulu war, which in its turn meant that there would have been no Boer Rebellion and that the mysterious course of history would have been changed. I shook myself together and returned to the cart. "Well," I whispered, but there was no answer.
Then with Lost at my feet I sat outside the hut smoking and waiting for the return of Anscombe and Heda. Presently I caught sight of them in the gloaming. Their arms were around one another, and in some remarkable way they had managed to dispose their heads, forgetting that the sky was still light behind them, in such fashion that it was difficult to tell one from the other.
I shot this scoundrel because I was obliged to do so." "Yes, but it is of this that you may have to convince a jury who might possibly find a motive in Rodd's past, and your present, relationship to the same lady. But what has she to say?" "I have to say," whispered Heda, "that for myself I care nothing, but that I could never bear to see all these stories about my poor father raked up.
I dismounted and waited while Anscombe, whose foot was now quite well again, helped Heda from the cart which was led away by the servants. Anscombe, who seemed a little oppressed, remarked that this was a strange place. "Yes," said Heda, "but it is magnificent. I like it." Then her eye fell upon Zikali seated before the hut and she turned pale.
Afterwards, when I have spoken with him, Macumazahn can join them that they may eat before they sleep." These directions I translated to Anscombe, who went gladly enough with Heda, for I think they were both afraid of the terrible old dwarf and did not desire his company in the gathering gloom. "The sun sinks once more, Macumazahn," he said when they were gone, "and the air grows chill.
Then Anscombe said slowly "Two of us can't hold this house against an impi. We must get out of it." "Both your conclusions seem quite sound," I remarked, "that is if yonder old Kaffir is telling the truth. But the question is how? We can't all three of us ride on one nag, as you are still a cripple." "There is the Cape cart," suggested Heda.
At any rate they were not there, and the few who did appear stared at us strangely. Moreover, I noticed that they were not allowed to speak to us. Also Heda was kept in the cart and Nombe insisted that the rear canvas curtain should be closed and a blanket fastened behind Anscombe who drove, evidently with the object that she should not be seen.
As for Anscombe and Heda their happiness seemed to be complete. The novelty of the life charmed them, and of its dangers they took no thought, being content to leave me, in whom they had a blind faith, to manage everything.
"You've killed me," he said in a hoarse, choking voice, for he was shot through the lung, "to get her," and he waved his hand towards Heda who was peering at him between the heads of the two men. "You are a murderer, as her father was, and as David was before you. Well, I hope you won't keep her long. I hope you'll die as I do and break her false heart, you damned thief."
I haven't bothered much up to the present because I was sure that you would find a way out, which would be nothing to a man of your intellect and experience. I mean it honestly, I do indeed." "Do you? Well, I can only say that my mind is a perfect blank, but if you will stop talking I will try to think the matter over. There's Miss Heda in the garden cutting flowers.
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