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At this they consulted together, and then went on: "Have you living with you a young Englishman named Ralph Mackenzie?" "One named Ralph Kenzie lives with us." "Where is he?" "With my husband on the veldt. I do not know where." "Can you find him?" "No, the veldt is very wide. If you wish to see him you must wait till he comes back." "When will that be?"
Also there is another reason. The girl, Suzanne Kenzie, my great-granddaughter, who writes this, alone is left of my blood, since her father and grandfather, who was our adopted son, and the husband of our only child, fell in the Zulu war fighting with the English against Cetywayo.
"That may be so," said the commandant, "but did Gaasha tell you that your daughter was there also?" "No," answered Jan. "Then how do you know it?" Now Jan hesitated and turned red as he replied: "We know it because Ralph Kenzie here saw this very mountain in a vision more than two years ago, and in that vision was told that there he would find the wife who was taken from him on his marriage day."
Without a doubt your spirit spoke to the spirit of your husband last night and I am glad of it, for now, although you are apart from each other, the hearts of both of you will be rested. Now also I am sure that we must go to my people and live among them for so long as may be appointed, seeing that there and nowhere else you and the Baas Kenzie will come together again."
"I understand," said Piet coldly, for he was a bold man; "and now, Heer Kenzie, you had best let me ride by." "Why should I let you ride by when I have come out to seek you?" "For a very good reason, Heer Kenzie; because I have a gun in my hand and you have none, and if you do not clear the road presently it may go off."
A few whispered words, the changing of a ring, and one long kiss, and these two, Ralph Kenzie and Suzanne Botmar, were husband and wife in the eyes of God and man. Ah! me, I am glad to think of it, for in the end, of all the many marriages that I have known, this proved the very best and happiest.
Is it strange, therefore, that I, believing now as ever in that vision, should wish to visit this mountain where, as I am sure, I shall find the wife that is lost to me?" After this the Boers laughed no more but consulted apart till at last the elder, Heer Celliers, spoke. "Heeren Botmar and Kenzie," he said, "of all this story of a vision we can say little.
Now many have heard the strange story of Ralph Kenzie, the English castaway, and of how he was found by our daughter Suzanne.
"Ralph Kenzie," she said, "whatever else you may be, at least you are an honest man like your grandfather before you, for were it not so you would never have come to tell this child that your fortune is her fortune, and your title her title, though whether this be the case or not, I neither know nor care, since at least you are of the blood of my long-dead adopted son, and that is more to me than any wealth or rank.
Now I became very curious, and plied him with questions, but he would say no more, only he led me on to talk of my grandfather, Ralph Kenzie, the castaway, and from time to time made a note in his pocket-book.
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