Генри Райдер Хаггард - Marie: An Episode in the Life of the Late Allan Quatermain стр 7.

Now I was hammering upon the back door of the house, which I could not open. After a pause that seemed long, a window was thrown wide, and a voice it was Mariesasked in frightened tones who was there.

I, Allan Quatermain, I answered. Open at once, Marie. You are in great danger; the Red Kaffirs are going to attack the house.

She flew to the door in her nightdress, and at length I was in the place.

Thank God! you are still safe, I gasped. Put on your clothes while I call Leblanc. No, stay, do you call him; I must wait here for Hans and your slaves.

Away she sped without a word, and presently Hans arrived, bringing with him eight frightened men, who as yet scarcely knew whether they slept or woke.

Is that all? I asked. Then bar the door and follow me to the sitkammer, where the baas keeps his guns.

Just as we reached it, Leblanc entered, clad in his shirt and trousers, and was followed presently by Marie with a candle.

What is it? he asked.

I took the candle from Maries hand, and set it on the floor close to the wall, lest it should prove a target for an assegai or a bullet. Even in those days the Kaffirs had a few firearms, for the most part captured or stolen from white men. Then in a few words I told them all.

And when did you learn all this? asked Leblanc in French.

At the Mission Station a little more than half an hour ago, I answered, looking at my watch.

At the station a little more than half an hour ago! Peste! it is not possible. You dream or are drunken, he cried excitedly.

All right, monsieur, we will argue afterwards, I answered. Meanwhile the Kaffirs are here, for I rode through them; and if you want to save your life, stop talking and act. Marie, how many guns are there?

Four, she answered, of my fathers; two roers and two smaller ones.

And how many of these menand I pointed to the Kaffirs can shoot?

Three well and one badly, Allan.

Good, I said. Let them load the guns with loopersthat is, slugs, not bulletsand let the rest stand in the passage with their assegais, in case the Quabies should try to force the back door.

Now, in this house there were in all but six windows, one to each sitting- room, one to each of the larger bedrooms, these four opening on to the veranda, and one at either end of the house, to give light and air to the two small bedrooms, which were approached through the larger bedrooms. At the back, fortunately, there were no windows, for the stead was but one room deep with passage running from the front to the back door, a distance of little over fifteen feet.

As soon as the guns were loaded I divided up the men, a man with a gun at each window. The right-hand sitting-room window I took myself with two guns, Marie coming with me to load, which, like all girls in that wild country, she could do well enough. So we arranged ourselves in a rough-and-ready fashion, and while we were doing it felt quite cheerfulthat is, all except Monsieur Leblanc, who, I noticed, seemed very much disturbed.

I do not for one moment mean to suggest that he was afraid, as he might well have been, for he was an extremely brave and even rash man; but I think the knowledge that his drunken act had brought this terrible danger upon us all weighed on his mind. Also there may have been more; some subtle fore-knowledge of the approaching end to a life that, when all allowances were made, could scarcely be called well spent. At any rate he fidgeted at his window-place cursing beneath his breath, and soon, as I saw out of the corner of my eye, began to have recourse to his favourite bottle of peach brandy, which he fetched out of a cupboard.

The slaves, too, were gloomy, as all natives are when suddenly awakened in the night; but as the light grew they became more cheerful. It is a poor Kaffir that does not love fighting, especially when he has a gun and a white man or two to lead him.

Now that we had made such little preparations as we could, which, by the way, I supplemented by causing some furniture to be piled up against the front and back doors, there came a pause, which, speaking for my own part being, after all, only a lad at the timeI found very trying to the nerves. There I stood at my window with the two guns, one a double-barrel and one a single roer, or elephant gun, that took a tremendous charge, but both, be it remembered, flint locks; for, although percussion caps had been introduced, we were a little behind the times in Cradock. There, too, crouched on the ground beside me, holding the ammunition ready for re-loading, her long, black hair flowing about her shoulders, was Marie Marais, now a well-grown young woman. In the intense silence she whispered to me:

Why did you come here, Allan? You were safe yonder, and now you will probably be killed.

To try to save you, I answered simply. What would you have had me do?

To try to save me? Oh! that is good of you, but you should have thought of yourself.

Then I should still have thought of you, Marie.

Why, Allan?

Because you are myself and more than myself. If anything happened to you, what would my life be to me?

I dont quite understand, Allan, she replied, staring down at the floor. Tell me, what do you mean?

Mean, you silly girl, I said; what can I mean, except that I love you, which I thought you knew long ago.

Oh! she said; now I understand. Then she raised herself upon her knees, and held up her face to me to kiss, adding, There, thats my answer, the first and perhaps the last. Thank you, Allan dear; I am glad to have heard that, for you see one or both of us may die soon.

As she spoke the words, an assegai flashed through the window-place, passing just between our heads. So we gave over love-making and turned our attention to war.

Now the light was beginning to grow, flowing out of the pearly eastern sky; but no attack had yet been delivered, although that one was imminent that spear fixed in the plaster of the wall behind us showed clearly. Perhaps the Kaffirs had been frightened by the galloping of horses through their line in the dark, not knowing how many of them there might have been. Or perhaps they were waiting to see better where to deliver their onset. These were the ideas that occurred to me, but both were wrong.

They were staying their hands until the mist lifted a little from the hollow below the stead where the cattle kraals were situated, for while the fog remained they could not see to get the beasts out. These they wished to make sure of and drive away before the fight began, lest during its progress something should happen to rob them of their booty.

Presently, from these kraals, where the Heer Maraiss horned beasts and sheep were penned at night, about one hundred and fifty of the former and some two thousand of the latter, to say nothing of the horses, for he was a large and prosperous farmer, there arose a sound of bellowing, neighing, and baaing, and with it that of the shouting of men.

They are driving off the stock, said Marie. Oh! my poor father, he is ruined; it will break his heart.

Bad enough, I answered, but there are things that might be worse. Hark!

As I spoke there came a sound of stamping feet and of a wild war chant. Then in the edge of the mist that hung above the hollow where the cattle kraals were, figures appeared, moving swiftly to and fro, looking ghostly and unreal. The Kaffirs were marshalling their men for the attack. A minute more and it had begun. On up the slope they came in long, wavering lines, several hundreds of them, whistling and screaming, shaking their spears, their war-plumes and hair trappings blown back by the breeze, the lust of slaughter in their rolling eyes. Two or three of them had guns, which they fired as they ran, but where the bullets went I do not know, over the house probably.