CHAPTER XXVII
SWART PIET SETS A SNARE
It was a strange life that Suzanne led among the Umpondwana during the
two years or more that, together with Sihamba, she ruled over them as
chieftainess. Upon the top of the mountain was a space of grass land
measuring about five hundred morgen, or a thousand acres in extent,
where were placed the chief's huts and those of the head men and
soldiers, surrounding a large cattle kraal, which, however, was only
used in times of danger. The rest of the people dwelt upon the slopes
of the mountain, and even on the rich plains at the foot of it, but if
need were they could all retreat to the tableland upon its crest. Here
they might have defied attack for ever, for beneath the cattle kraal
grain was stored in pits, only there was but one spring, which in dry
seasons was apt to fail. Therefore it was that the Umpondwana had
built stone schanzes or fortifications about the mouth of the river
which gushed from the mountain between the thumb and finger like
ridges on the eastern slope, although it lay below their impregnable
walls of rock, seeing that to this river they must look for their main
supply of water.
The table-top of the hill, which could only be approached by one path
that wound upwards through a ravine cut by water, being swept by every
wind of heaven, and so high in the air, was very cold and naked.
Indeed, in the winter season, rain fell there twice or thrice a week,
and there were many days when it was wrapt in a dense white mist.
Still, during the two years and more that she dwelt with the
Umpondwana, Suzanne scarcely left this plain, not because she did not
desire to do so, but because she did not dare, for word was brought
that the foot, and even the slopes, of the mountain were patrolled by
men in the employ of Swart Piet. Moreover, soon it became clear that
he had knowledge of all her movements, doubtless from spies in his pay
who dwelt among the Umpondwana themselves. During the first few months
of her sojourn on the mountain, it is true that now and again Suzanne
rode out on the veldt mounted on the /schimmel/, but this pastime she
was forced to abandon because one day Swart Piet and his men saw her
and gave chase, so that she was only saved from him by the fleetness
of the great horse.
After this, both she and the /schimmel/ stayed upon the tableland,
where daily they took exercise together, galloping round a prepared
path which was laid about the fence of the cattle kraal, and thus kept
themselves in good health.
Swart Piet had Kaffir blood in his veins, as I have said, and from
boyhood it had been his custom to live two lives, one as a white man
with white men, and one as a Kaffir with Kaffirs. About three miles
distant from the Umpondwana Mountain was a strong koppie with fertile
valleys to the back of it, and here, being rich and having a great
name as a white man, he found it no trouble to establish himself as a
native chief, for refugees of all sorts gathered themselves about him,
so that within a year he ruled over a little tribe of about a hundred
men together with women.
With these men Van Vooren began to harass the Umpondwana, cutting off
their cattle if they strayed, and from time to time killing or
enslaving small parties of them whom he caught wandering on the plains
out of reach of help from the mountain. Whenever he captured such a
party he would spare one of them, sending him back with a message to
the Umpondwana. They were all to one effect, namely, that if the tribe
would deliver over to him the lady Swallow who dwelt among them he
would cease from troubling it, but if this were not done, then he
would wage war on it day and night until in this way or in that he
compassed its destruction.
To these messages Sihamba would reply as occasion offered, that if he
wanted anything from the Umpondwana he had better come and take it.
So things went on for a long while. Swart Piet's men did them no great
harm indeed, but they harassed them continually, until the people of
the Umpondwana began to murmur, for they could scarcely stir beyond
the slopes of the mountain without being set upon. Happily for them
these slopes were wide, for otherwise they could not have found
pasturage for their cattle or land upon which to grow their corn. So
close a watch was kept upon them, indeed, that they could neither
travel to visit other tribes, nor could these come to them, and thus
it came about that Suzanne was as utterly cut off from the rest of the
world as though she had been dead. She had but one hope to keep her
heart alive, and it was that Ralph and Jan would learn of her fate
through native rumours and be able to find her out. Still, as she knew
that this could not be counted on, she tried to let us have tidings of
her, for when she had been only a week on the mountain Umpondwana she
despatched Zinti and two men to bear him company, with orders to
travel back over all the hundreds of miles of veldt to the far-off
stead in the Transkei.
As she had neither pen nor ink, nor anything with which she could
write, Suzanne was obliged to trust a long message to Zinti's memory,
making him repeat it to her until she was sure that he had it by
heart. In this message she told all that had befallen her, and prayed
us to take Zinti for a guide and to come to her rescue, since she did
not dare to set foot outside the walls of rock, for fear that she
should be captured by Van Vooren, who watched for her continually.
Zinti, being brave and faithful, started upon his errand, though it
was one from which many would have shrunk. But as ill-luck would have
it, one night when they were camped near the kraal of a small Basuto
tribe, his companions becoming hungry, stole a goat and killed it.
Zinti ate of the goat, for they told him that they had bought it for
some beads, and while they were still eating the Basutos came upon
them and caught them red-handed. Next day they were tried by the
councillors of the tribe and condemned to die as thieves, but the
chief, who wanted servants, spared their lives and set them to labour
in his gardens, where they were watched day and night.
Zinti was a prisoner among these Basutos for nearly a year, but at
length he made his escape, leaving his two companions behind, for they
were afraid lest if they ran away with him they should be recaptured
and killed. As soon as he was free Zinti continued his journey, for he
was a man not easily turned from his purpose, nor because it was now
over a year old did he cease from his attempt to deliver the message
that had been set in his mouth.
Well, after many dangers, footsore and worn-out with travelling, at
length he reached the stead, to find that we had all gone, none knew
whither, and that the long-nosed cheat to whom we had sold the farm
ruled in our place. Zinti sought out some Kaffirs who lived upon the
land, and abode with them awhile till he was rested and strong again.
Then once more he turned his face northward towards the mountain
Umpondwana, for though he greatly feared the journey, he knew that the
heart of Suzanne would be sick for news. War raged in the country that
he must pass, and food was scarce; still at length he won through,
although at the last he was nearly captured by Black Piet's thieves,
and one year and nine months after he had left it, a worn and weary
figure, he limped up the red rock path of Umpondwana.
Suzanne had been watching for him. It seems strange to say it, but
after six months had gone by, which time at the best must be given to
his journey, she watched for him every day. On the top of the highest
and most precipitous cliff of the mountain fortress of Umpondwana was
a little knoll of rock curiously hollowed out to the shape of a chair,
difficult to gain and dizzy to sit in, for beneath it was a sheer fall
of five hundred feet, which chair-rock commanded the plain southward,
and the pass where Van Vooren had spoken to Suzanne from his hiding-
place among the stones. By this pass and across this plain help must
reach her if it came at all, or so she thought; therefore in that
eagle's eyrie of a seat Suzanne sat day by day watching ever for those
who did not come. A strange sight she must have been, for now long ago
such garments as she had were worn to rags, so that she was forced to
clothe herself in beautiful skins fashioned to her fancy, and to go
sandal-footed, her lovely rippling hair hanging about her.
At length one day from her lonely point of outlook she saw a solitary
man limping across the plain, a mere black speck dragging itself
forward like a wounded fly upon a wall. Descending from her seat she
sought out Sihamba.
"Swallow," said the little woman, "there is tidings in your eyes. What
is it?"
"Zinti returns," she answered, "I have seen him from far away."
Now Sihamba smiled, for she thought Zinti lost; also she did not
believe it possible that Sihamba could have recognized him from such a
distance. Still before two hours were over Zinti came, gaunt and
footsore, but healthy and unharmed, and sitting down before Suzanne in
her private enclosure, began at the very beginning of his long story,
after the native fashion, telling of those things which had befallen
him upon the day when he left the mountain nearly two years before.
"Your news? Your news?" said Suzanne.
"Lady, I am telling it," he answered.
"Fool!" exclaimed Sihamba. "Say now, did you find the Baas Kenzie and
the Baas Botmar?"
"No, indeed," he replied, "for they were gone."
"Gone where? Were they alive and well?"
"Yes, yes, they were alive and well, but all the Boers in those parts
have trekked, and they trekked also, believing the lady Swallow to be
dead."
"This is a bitter cup to drink," murmured Suzanne, "yet there is some
sweetness in it, for at least my husband lives."
Then Zinti set out all his story, and Suzanne listened to it in
silence, praising him much and thanking him when he had done. But
after that day her heart failed her, and she seemed to give up hope.
Ralph had vanished, and we, her parents, had vanished, and she was
left alone a prisoner among a little Kaffir tribe, at the foot of
whose stronghold her bitter enemy waited to destroy her. Never was
white woman in a more dreadful or more solitary state, and had it not
been for Sihamba's tender friendship she felt that she must have died.
Now also Swart Piet grew bolder, appearing even on the slopes of the
mountain where his men harried and stole. He did more than this even,
for one morning just before dawn he attacked the pass leading to the
stronghold so secretly and with such skill that his force was halfway
up it before the sentries discovered them. Then they were seen, and
the war-horns blew, and there followed a great fight. Indeed, had it
not been for a lucky chance, it is doubtful how that fight would have
ended, for his onslaught was fierce, and the Umpondwana, who at the
best were not the bravest of warriors, were taken by surprise.
It will be remembered that Zinti had brought Ralph's gun with him when
first they fled north, and this gun he still had, together with a
little powder and ball, for, fearing lest it should be stolen from
him, he had not taken it on his great journey to the Transkei and
back. Now, hearing the tumult, he ran out with it, and fired point
blank at the stormers, who were pushing their way up the narrow path,
driving the Umpondwana before them. The /roar/ was loaded with slugs,
which, scattering, killed three men; moreover, by good fortune, one of
the slugs struck Van Vooren himself through the fleshy part of the
thigh, causing him to fall, whereon, thinking him mortally wounded, in
spite of his curses and commands, his followers lost heart and fled,
bearing him with them. Sihamba called upon her people to follow, but
they would not, for they feared to meet Swart Piet in the open.
In truth they began to weary of this constant war, which was brought
upon them through no fault or quarrel of their own, and to ask where
was that good luck which the White Swallow had promised them. Had it
not been that they loved Suzanne for her beauty and her gentle ways,
and that Sihamba, by her cleverness and good rule, had mastered their
minds, there is little doubt indeed but that they would have asked
Suzanne to depart from among them.
On the day following the attack Sihamba learned that Swart Piet lay
very sick, having lost much blood, and sought to persuade her people
to attack him in turn, and make an end of him and his robbers. But
they would not, and so the council broke up, but not before Sihamba
had spoken bitter words, telling them that they were cowards, and
would meet the end of cowards, whereat they went away sullenly.
Afterwards they learned through their spies that Van Vooren had gone
to Zululand to visit the King Dingaan, which Sihamba thought evil
tidings, for she scented fresh danger in this journey, and not without
reason. But to Suzanne she said nothing.
Two more months went by peacefully, when one morning a herd who was
tending the cattle that belonged to Suzanne and Sihamba, sought
audience of the chieftainess.
"What is it?" asked Sihamba, for she saw by the man's face that
something strange had happened.
"This, lady," he answered. "When I went down to the kloof at dawn,
where your cattle and those of the Lady Swallow are kraaled, I found
among them strange oxen to the number of more than a hundred. They are
beautiful oxen, such as I have never seen, for every one of them is
pure white--white from the muzzle to the tail, and I cannot understand
how they came among your cattle, for the mouth of the kraal was closed
as usual last night; moreover, I found it closed this morning."
When Sihamba heard this she turned cold to the heart, for she knew
well that these spotless white cattle must come from the royal herd of
Dingaan, king of the Zulus, since none other were known like them in
all the land. Also she was sure that Swart Piet had stolen them and
placed them among her cattle so as to bring down upon her and her
tribe the terrible wrath of Dingaan, for she remembered that this
mingling of cattle was a trick which he had played before. But to the
herd she said only that doubtless they were cattle which had strayed,
and that she would make enquiry as to their owner. Then she dismissed
him, bidding him to keep a better watch in future.
Scarcely had he gone when another man appeared saying that he had met
a Kaffir from beyond the mountains, who told him that a party of white
men with women and children had crossed the Quathlamba range by what
is now known as Bezuidenhout's Pass, and were camped near the Tugela
River. This was strange news to Sihamba, who had heard nothing of the
whereabouts of the Trek Boers, so strange that she would not speak of
it to Suzanne, fearing lest it should fill her with false hopes. But
she sent for Zinti, and bade him cross the Quathlamba by a little-used
pass that was known to her near the place where the Tugela takes its
rise, and which to-day is called Mont aux Sources, and following the
river down, to find out whether or no it was true that white men were
encamped upon its banks. When he had done this he was to return as
swiftly as possible with whatever information he could gather.
This task Zinti undertook gladly, for he loved following a spoor,
which was a gift that Nature had given him; also he was weary of being
cooped up like a fatting fowl upon the mountain Umpondwana.
When Zinti had gone Sihamba summoned other messengers, and commanded
them to travel swiftly to the kraal Umgungundlhovo, bearing her homage
to Dingaan, king of the Amazulus, and asking whether he had lost any
of the cattle from his royal herds, since certain white oxen had been
found among her beasts, though how they came there she could not tell.
These men went also, though in fear and trembling, since in those days
none loved to approach the Lion of the Zulu with tales of cattle of
his that had strayed among their herd. Still they went, and with doubt
in her heart Sihamba sat awaiting their return.
