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Furthermore, Lindela had entwined herself around his heart more than he knew. Not an atom of the intrepidity of devotion she had displayed in order to compass his final rescue was thrown away upon him any more than her deportment since. Through the toilsomeness and peril of their journeying no word of complaint or despondency escaped her.
No burning rays from the outside sun could scorch here, for the place was dim with thick foliage and creepers trailing from the limbs of great forest trees. Both had fallen asleep. Suddenly Lindela started up. A sharp wringing pain, seeming to begin on the left shoulder, went through her frame. It spread down her arm then through to the other shoulder down the other arm. What was it?
It was by no means certain he would not have returned to dwell with her among her own people, had that course been open but it was not. Only the return to civilization lay before him; and what to do with Lindela for he had not the slightest desire to part with her. Meanwhile they had reached the perilous phase of their wanderings.
Thy thoughts are deep ever deep." The voice, soft, rich, bantering, almost made him start as he raised his eyes, to meet the glad laughing ones of the object of his thoughts at that moment, the chief's daughter. "What do you here, wandering alone, Lindela?" he said. "Ha ha!
The fear, the anxiety, too, which had flashed over the face of Lindela at his significant words, proved that the ordeal through which it was designed to pass him was a real and a terrible one. Through her, and her only, lay his chance of escaping it. "I am glad the king is pleased," he went on, "for I would fain tarry among the Ba-gcatya forever.
"Rest now, beloved," said the chief's daughter softly, as she turned to draw up the rope. "I have saved thee so far." "But to what end, Lindela? Did you not fling a stick at me, and strike me hard? See, I am bruised with it yet. It has even hindered my climbing powers. That is a strange way of showing love."
For answer, Laurence uttered a derisive laugh. But there must have been that in its tone which pleased the chief's daughter, for she repeated the request, more softly, more entreatingly. "See now, Lindela," he answered, placing a hand on each of the shapely shoulders, which glistened light bronze in the moonlight. "You don't know me yet if you think I will leave the post of danger to you.
Yet, his entering upon such enjoyment, if it were ever effected, as at that moment it seemed in a fair way to be, he owed to Lindela. What was to become of her, for she could never return to her nation? She had thrown away everything, this high-born daughter of a race of kings; had risked her life daily, to save the life of a stranger and that for love. Yes, that was love indeed! he thought.
For the moment he forgot Lindela, forgot the surroundings, forgot where he was, remembering only Lilith. Three times had Lilith's love interposed between him and certain death three times most unequivocally. And this third time, from what unutterably horrible form of death! Those poisoned fangs. The very thought made him shudder. "You are cold, beloved. See, here are coverings.
"Say, Nyonyoba!" and the voice was full and rich, "say, Nyonyoba, what will you give me if I show you that which will delight your eyes? Will you love me very much very much?" and the soft musical Zulu word Ka-kúlu thus repeated was as a caress in itself. "Well then, come." She led the way a few yards, then halted. A bundle lay upon the ground, and this Lindela proceeded to undo.
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