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Updated: June 22, 2025
Her eyelids closed, her breathing grew fainter and fainter, and soon Laurence knew that that which lay heavy within his arms was no longer a living woman. Lindela had passed. For long he sat thus. Then a faint rustling sound in the dry wood of an immense fallen tree-trunk caught his ear. Ha! the snake which had been the cause of her death! It, at any rate, should die.
"Nyonyoba! Ho, Nyonyoba!" again called the voice in soft, rich Zulu tones, low but penetrating. "Move now some thirty paces to where the cliff juts. There is that by which you may return to earth again and the Spider may go hungry." "The Spider has got enough to fill him up for some long time," answered Laurence, with excusable pride. "But who speaks? The voice is like that of Lindela."
"And why are you sad and heavy of countenance, Nyonyoba? Was the hunt bad the game scarce?" she went on, with a quick searching glance into his eyes. "Not so," he answered. "Those who are with me bring on much ivory for the king's treasury. For yourself, Lindela, I found a bright-plumaged and rare bird, which I will stuff and set up for you."
Great peaks, some snow-capped, towered aloft and far away beneath stretched a billowy expanse of country, dim, misty in the moonlight. The air was keen and chill, and with something of a shiver Lindela resumed her light upper covering, which she had laid aside in order to give full freedom to body and limbs.
At sight of the human limbs hung up, the filed teeth and tattooed faces of these savages tearing at their horrible repast, Lindela shuddered with repulsion and anger. "See there, Nyonyoba," she said, when they had withdrawn beyond hearing, "do not the Ba-gcatya act rightly in stamping out these foul Izíma who devour the flesh of their own kindred, like wild dogs?" "I think so.
"See now, Lindela," he said gravely, his eyes full upon the troubled face of the girl, "if this thing has got to be, there is no help for it. And, however it turns out, the world will go on just the same and the sun rise and set as before. Why grieve about it?" "Because I love you love you do you hear? I know not how it is. We girls of the Ba-gcatya do not love not like this.
"I have a recollection, too, of smiting hard with this noble knob-stick, but it was like smiting the hardest kind of tortoise shell. Not yet, however, is the time to talk. Go first, Lindela go first." She obeyed him now without further demur, and soon he had joined her, for this climb was neither so long nor so difficult as the first. Laurence now saw that they were high up on a mountain top.
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