A Secret of the Lebombo Part 3

"You are perfect."

"Oh, and all this time you have not even lighted your pipe!" she cried, gleefully, and radiant with smiles as she picked up that homely and comforting implement where he had let it fall. "Now light it up, dearest, and then we will be comfy, and talk."

"Yes. Well then, I suppose your father was rather abusing me on the whole, Lalante; saying I was doing no good, and so forth. He has been doing that more and more of late. Don't be afraid I shan't mind; nor shall I feel at all ill-disposed towards him on that account."

"I'm sure you won't; first because you are you, secondly because you know that he is utterly powerless to part us. Well then, he said again that your affairs were rapidly going from bad to worse, and that you would never do any good for yourself or anybody else."

"As for the first he's right. For the second--I'm not so sure."

Wyvern spoke with a new confidence that was a little strange to himself--a confidence begotten of the very trust and confidence which this girl had shown in him. His love for her thrilled every fibre of his body and soul. Now that he knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that nothing on earth could part them--and he did know it now--a new, and as we have said, a strange confidence and self-reliance had been born within him.

She, for her part, laughed--laughed lightly, happily.

"But I am," she answered. "For instance you have done a great deal of good for _me_. You have turned my days into a sunlight of bliss, and my nights into a dream beside which Heaven might pale. Is that nothing?"

"Child--child!" he said, still pa.s.sing his hand caressingly over the soft luxuriance of her hair. "Will it last--will it last? Remember you are enthroning a poor sort of idol after all. What then?"

Again she laughed!--lightly, happily.

"What then? Last? Oh, you'll see. You are a bit older than me, darling, but even you don't know everything--no, not quite everything."

The mocking face was turned up, radiant in the love-light of its obsession. Upon the rich, full lips he dropped his own. And the golden glory from above warmed down upon a shining world in its wild splendour here of forest and waste and cliff, and the joyous voices of Nature echoed their mult.i.tudinous but ever blending notes. The glow of Heaven lay upon all, and its peace upon two hearts.

"No, I do not know everything," he said at last, "for I did not know that the whole world could contain one like you."

Her fingers, intertwined with his, closed upon them in unspoken response. Both seemed to lack heart to revert to more serious and mundane talk in the happiness of the hour; and in G.o.d's name, why should they, seeing that such hours can come to few, and then but seldom in a lifetime?

"_Baas. Myn lieve Baas_?"

"What do you want, old Sanna?" said Wyvern, frowning at the interruption, yet not moving. "Go away. You are disturbing us."

"But _myn Baas_," persisted the old woman, deprecatorily. "I think something must be dead--there--down by the river. The aasvogels are like a very cloud."

"I don't care if something is dead," he answered. "I don't care if all the world were dead--in fact I wish it was. So go away and don't come bothering me again until I call you."

She obeyed, not in the least huffy. Romance appeals to all natures and nationalities and ages, and even this semi-civilised old scion of a very inferior race was not impervious to a sympathetic heart-warming over the situation.

"Let's go and see what she means, dearest," said Lalante after the old woman had gone. "I feel as if I should like to move a little, and--are we not still together?"

They went round to the angle of the house, whence they could see to the point indicated. The great scavengers of the air were wheeling and circling in hundreds, away down by the river bank, white and fleecy against the cloudless blue.

"They must have found that wretched Kafir," said the girl. "Isn't that somewhere about where he'd be lying?"

"Yes. But they wouldn't be able to get at him. He fell into a part of the _donga_ which is entirely sheltered by bush and p.r.i.c.kly pears. What they have found is the mutton, which in the delight of your arrival I clean forgot to send someone to fetch."

She pressed to her side the hand which lay pa.s.sed through her arm, and they stood for a little, watching the great white scavengers in the distance.

"I could almost find it in me to vow never to kill another puff-adder after the service that one rendered me," went on Wyvern. "I had a tough contract on hand, and that other fellow was big and powerful, and had a business-like sort of knife. The stone trick might not have worked out so well twice running."

"Darling, don't take any more of those foolish risks. Why don't you carry a pistol?"

"Oh, it's heavy and therefore hot. I shall have bother enough now over that wretched Kafir. There'll be an inquest and so on. By the way, I shall have to notify your father about the affair. He's the nearest Field-cornet."

"That's all right. You can come over to-morrow and tell him, then we shall see each other two days running, or rather three--for of course you must stop the night."

"He won't ask me. I'm out of favour, remember."

"Won't he? Well, if he doesn't I will; and I think I know who's _Baas_ in household arrangements of that kind."

Both laughed. "I think I do," Wyvern said. "Now let's go round to the stable and see to your horse. It's not very far from counting-in time-- worse luck."

"Ah, yes. How time gallops. Now, you will be wanting to get rid of me."

"That of course."

"Well then, you won't--not just yet that is. I'm going to stay and have supper with you. There's a splendid moon, and you can ride back with me until I'm in sight of the house. How does that appeal?"

"In the way of perfection."

"Same here. I didn't let on I was coming here to-day, but n.o.body will give me away whatever time I get back, that's one thing."

CHAPTER FOUR.

"I WILL NOT LET HIM GO."

Lalante's intention of spending the evening with him had come with the effect of a reprieve upon Wyvern. For all his trust in her he never parted with her without vague misgivings that by some means or other it might be for the last time; for did he not hold her in opposition to a growing and decided parental hostility? It would be through no fault of hers, he told himself, were such misgivings justified. With all her strength and resolution, circ.u.mstances might be too strong for her, hence the misgiving.

They wandered about, happy for the moment, watching the great rays of the westering sun sweep lower and lower over the green expanse of the river valley--upon which now, the whiteness of returning flocks moved slowly homeward.

"I'm going to leave you to yourself for a little now, dearest," said the girl, as these drew nearer. "I should only be in your way, and disturb your counting. Besides, I feel rather hot and dusty, and want to go and t.i.tivate."

"Of course. How stupid of me."

"No--no. You needn't come, old Sanna will get me all I want. Now forget that I exist, for the next few minutes. So long," and with a nod and a bright smile she left him.

Sixpence was looking a very subdued and dejected Kafir as his master finished the count of his particular flock; which was accurate--save for one.

"I have been thinking over your case, Sixpence," began Wyvern, when the other boy had been dismissed, "and even now haven't quite made up my mind what to do about it."

"_Nkose_!" exclaimed the Kafir, deprecatorily, and sorely exercised in his mind. It was no unknown thing under the circ.u.mstances to give the culprit the option of receiving a dozen or so well laid on with a new _reim_, or taking his chance before the nearest Resident Magistrate; an arrangement on the whole satisfactory to both parties, in that the offender got off far more lightly than he would have got off at the hands of the law, and his employer was saved a great deal of trouble and some incidental expense. This, then, Sixpence feared, was the least he could expect, but he need not have, for Wyvern was utterly incapable of an act of violence in cold blood, and very rarely in hot.

"You see," went on the latter, "I'm not sure that it is in my power to forgive you, even if I wanted to. I'm not sure that the law would not compel me to prosecute. I don't see, either, how we can put the thing away. There's that other fellow lying dead; for he'll be as dead as the sheep you 'slaag-ed' long before this. I shall have to report the whole thing to Baas Le Sage. Then the 'slaag-ing' will all come out."

But the fellow begged and prayed that he might not be sent to the _tronk_. He would make good the loss--over and over again if his master wished. And Wyvern, an appeal to whose soft side had rarely to be repeated, resolved that he would let the poor devil off if he could possibly do so, and said as much.