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and　advanced　upon　him；　the　old　Molimo　neither　budged　an　inch　nor

showed　the　slightest　fear。



〃Let　him　rave　on；〃　he　said；　when　at　length　Meyer　paused　exhausted。

〃Just　so　in　a　time　of　storm　the　lightnings　flash　and　the　thunder

peals；　and　the　water　foams　down　the　face　of　rock；　but　then　comes　the

sun　again；　and　the　hill　is　as　it　has　ever　been；　only　the　storm　is

spent　and　lost。　I　am　the　rock；　he　is　but　the　wind；　the　fire；　and　the

rain。　It　is　not　permitted　that　he　should　hurt　me；　and　those　spirits　in

whom　he　does　not　believe　treasure　up　his　curses；　to　let　them　fall

again　like　stones　upon　his　head。〃



Then；　with　a　contemptuous　glance　at　Jacob；　the　old　man　turned　and

glided　back　into　the　darkness　out　of　which　he　had　appeared。







XIII



BENITA　PLANS　ESCAPE



The　next　morning；　while　she　was　cooking　breakfast；　Benita　saw　Jacob

Meyer　seated　upon　a　rock　at　a　little　distance；　sullen　and

disconsolate。　His　chin　was　resting　on　his　hand；　and　he　watched　her

intently；　never　taking　his　eyes　from　her　face。　She　felt　that　he　was

concentrating　his　will　upon　her；　that　some　new　idea　concerning　her　had

come　into　his　mind；　for　it　was　one　of　her　miseries　that　she　possessed

the　power　of　interpreting　the　drift　of　this　man's　thoughts。　Much　as

she　detested　him；　there　existed　that　curious　link　between　them。



It　may　be　remembered　that；　on　the　night　when　they　first　met　at　the

crest　of　Leopard's　Kloof；　Jacob　had　called　her　a　〃thought…sender；〃　and

some　knowledge　of　their　mental　intimacy　had　come　home　to　Benita。　From

that　day　forward　her　chief　desire　had　been　to　shut　a　door　between

their　natures；　to　isolate　herself　from　him　and　him　from　her。　Yet　the

attempt　was　never　entirely　successful。



Fear　and　disgust　took　hold　of　her；　bending　there　above　the　fire；　all

the　while　aware　of　the　Jew's　dark　eyes　that　searched　her　through　and

through。　Benita　formed　a　sudden　determination。　She　would　implore　her

father　to　come　away　with　her。



Of　course；　such　an　attempt　would　be　terribly　dangerous。　Of　the

Matabele　nothing　had　been　seen；　but　they　might　be　about；　and　even　if

enough　cattle　could　be　collected　to　draw　the　waggon；　it　belonged　to

Meyer　as　much　as　to　her　father；　and　must　therefore　be　left　for　him。

Still；　there　remained　the　two　horses；　which　the　Molimo　had　told　her

were　well　and　getting　fat。



At　this　moment　Meyer　rose　and　began　to　speak　to　her。



〃What　are　you　thinking　of；　Miss　Clifford？〃　he　asked　in　his　soft

foreign　voice。



She　started；　but　answered　readily　enough：



〃Of　the　wood　which　is　green；　and　the　kid　cutlets　which　are　getting

smoked。　Are　you　not　tired　of　kid；　Mr。　Meyer？〃　she　went　on。



He　waved　the　question　aside。　〃You　are　so　goodoh！　I　mean　itso

really　good　that　you　should　not　tell　stories　even　about　small　things。

The　wood　is　not　green；　I　cut　it　myself　from　a　dead　tree；　and　the　meat

is　not　smoked；　nor　were　you　thinking　of　either。　You　were　thinking　of

me；　as　I　was　thinking　of　you；　but　what　exactly　was　in　your　mind；　this

time　I　do　not　know；　and　that　is　why　I　ask　you　to　tell　me。〃



〃Really；　Mr。　Meyer；〃　she　answered　flushing；　〃my　mind　is　my　own

property。〃



〃Ah！　do　you　say　so？　Now　I　hold　otherwisethat　it　is　my　property；　as

mine　is　yours；　a　gift　that　Nature　has　given　to　each　of　us。〃



〃I　seek　no　such　gift；〃　she　answered；　but　even　then；　much　as　she　would

have　wished　to　do　so；　she　could　not　utter　a　falsehood；　and　deny　this

horrible　and　secret　intimacy。



〃I　am　sorry　for　that；　as　I　think　it　very　precious；　more　precious　even

than　the　gold　which　we　cannot　find；　for　Miss　Clifford；　it　brings　me

nearer　you。〃



She　turned　upon　him；　but　he　held　up　his　hand；　and　went　on：



〃Oh！　do　not　be　angry　with　me；　and　do　not　fear　that　I　am　going　to

trouble　you　with　soft　speeches；　for　I　shall　not；　unless　a　time　should

come；　as　I　think　that　perhaps　it　will；　when　you　may　wish　to　listen　to

them。　But　I　want　to　point　out　something　to　you；　Miss　Clifford。　Is　it

not　a　wonderful　thing　that　our　minds　should　be　so　in　tune；　and　is

there　not　an　object　in　all　this？　Did　I　believe　as　you　do；　I　should　say

that　it　was　Heaven　working　in　usno：　do　not　answer　that　the　working

comes　from　lower　down。　I　take　no　credit　for　reading　that　upon　your

lips；　the　retort　is　too　easy　and　obvious。　I　am　content　to　say；

however；　that　the　work　is　that　of　instinct　and　nature；　or；　if　you

will；　of　fate；　pointing　out　a　road　by　which　together　we　might　travel

to　great　ends。〃



〃I　travel　my　road　alone；　Mr。　Meyer。〃



〃I　know；　I　know；　and　that　is　the　pity　of　it。　The　trouble　between　man

and　woman　is　that　not　in　one　case　out　of　a　million；　even　if　they　be

lovers；　do　they　understand　each　other。　Their　eyes　may　seek　one

another；　their　hands　and　lips　may　meet；　and　yet　they　remain　distinct；

apart；　and　often　antagonistic。　There　is　no　communication　of　the　soul。

But　when　it　chances　to　be　hewn　from　the　same　rock　as　it　wereoh！　then

what　happiness　may　be　theirs；　and　what　opportunities！〃



〃Possibly；　Mr。　Meyer；　but；　to　be　frank；　the　question　does　not　interest

me。〃



〃Not　yet；　but　I　am　sure　that　one　day　it　will。　Meanwhile；　I　owe　you　an

apology。　I　lost　my　temper　before　you　last　night。　Well；　do　not　judge　me

hardly；　for　I　was　utterly　worn　out；　and　that　old　idiot　vexed　me　with

his　talk　about　ghosts；　in　which　I　do　not　believe。〃



〃Then　why　did　it　make　you　so　angry？　Surely　you　could　have　afforded　to

treat　it　with　contempt；　instead　of　doingas　you　did。〃



〃Upon　my　word！　I　don't　know；　but　I　suppose　most　of　us　are　afraid　lest

we　should　be　forced　to　accept　that　which　we　refuse。　This　ancient　place

gets　upon　the　nerves；　Miss　Clifford；　yours　as　well　as　mine。　I　can

afford　to　be　open　about　it；　because　I　know　that　you　know。　Think　of　its

associations：　all　the　crime　that　has　been　committed　here　for　ages　and

ages；　all　the　suffering　that　has　been　endured　here。　Doubtless　human

sacrifices　were　offered　in　this　cave　or　outside　of　it；　that　great

burnt　ring　in　the　rock　there　may　have　been　where　they　built　the　fires。

And　then　those　Portuguese　starving　to　death；　slowly　starving　to　death

while　thousands　of　savages　watched　them　die。　Have　you　ever　thought

what　it　means？　But　of　course　you　have；　for　like　myself　you　are　cursed

with　imagination。　God　in　heaven！　is　it　wonderful　that　it　gets　upon　the

nerves？　especially　when　one　cannot　find　what　one　is　looking　for；　that

vast　treasure〃and　his　face　became　ecstatic〃that　shall　yet　be　yours

and　mine；　and　make　us　great　and　happy。〃



〃But　which　at　present　only　makes　me　a　scullery…maid　and　most　unhappy；〃

replied　Benita　cheerfully；　for　she　heard　her　father's　footstep。　〃Don't

talk　any　more　of　the　treasure；　Mr。　Meyer；　or　we　shall　quarrel。　We　have

enough　of　that　during　business　hours；　when　we　are　hunting　for　it；　you

know。　Give　me　the　dish；　will　you？　This　meat　is　cooked　at　last。〃



Still　Benita　could　not　be　rid　of　that　treasure；　since　after　breakfast

the　endless；　unprofitable　search　began　again。　Once　more　the　cave　was

sounded；　and　other　hollow　places　were　discovered　upon　which　the　two

men　got　to　work。　With　infinite　labour　three　of　them　were　broken　into

in　as　many　days；　and　like　the　first；　found　to　be　graves；　only　this

time　of　ancients　who；　perhaps；　had　died　before　Christ　was　born。　There

they　lay　upon　their　sides；　their　bones　burnt　by　the　hot　cement　that

had　been　poured　over　them；　their　gold…headed　and　gold…ferruled　rods　of

office　in　their　hands；　their　gold…covered　pillows　of　wood；　such　as　the

Egyptians　used；　beneath　their　skulls；　gold　bracelets　upon　their　arms

and　ankles；　cakes　of　gold　beneath　them　which　had　fallen　from　the

rotted　pouches　that　once　hung　about　their　waists；　vases　of　fine　glazed

pottery　that　had　been　filled　with　offerings；　or　in　some　cases　with

gold　dust　to　pay　the　expenses　of　their　journey　in　the　other　world；

standing　round　them；　and　so　forth。



In　their　way　these　discoveries　were　rich　enoughfrom　one　tomb　alone

they　took　over　a　hundred　and　thirty　ounces　of　goldto　say　nothing　of

their　surpassing　arch？ological　interest。　Still　they　were　not　what　they

sought：　all　that　gathered　wealth　of　Monomotapa　which　the　fleeing

Portuguese　had　brought　with　them　and　buried　in　this；　their　last

stronghold。



Benita　ceased　to　take　the　slightest　interest　in　the　matter；　she　would

not　even　be　at　the　pains　to　go　to　look　at　the　third　skeleton；　although

it　was　that　of　a　man　who　had　been　almost　a　giant；　and；　to　judge　from

the　amount　of　bullion　which　he　took　to　the　tomb　with　him；　a　person　of

great　importance　in　his　day。　She　felt　as　though　she　wished　never　to

see　another　human　bone　or　ancient　bead　or　bangle；　the　sight　of　a

street　in　Bayswater　in　a　London　fogyes；　or　a　toy…shop　window　in

Westbourne　Grovewould　have　pleased　her　a　hundred　times　better　than

these　unique　remains　that；　had　they　known　of　them　in　those　days；　would

have　sent　half　the　learned　societies　of　Europe　crazy　with　delight。　She

wished　to　escape　from　Bambatse；　its　wondrous　fortifications；　its

mysterious　cone；　its　cave；　its　dead；　andfrom　Jacob　Meyer。



Benita　stood　upon　the　top　of　her　prison　wall　and　looked　with　longing

at　the　wide；　open　lands　below。　She　even　dared　to　climb　the　stairs

which　ran　up　the　mighty　cone　of　granite；　and　seated　herself　in　the

cup…like　depression　on　its　crest；　whence　Jacob　Meyer　had　called　to　her

to　come　and　share　his　throne。　It　was　a　dizzy　place；　for　the　pillar

leaning　outwards；　its　point　stood　almost　clear　of　the　water…scarped

rock；　so　that　beneath　her　was　a　sheer　drop　of　about　four　hundred　feet

to　the　Zambesi　bed。　At　first　the　great　height　made　her　feel　faint。　Her

eyes　swam；　and　unpleasant　tremors　crept　along　her　spine；　so　that　she

was　glad　to　sink　to　the　floor；　whence　she　knew　she　could　not　fall。　By

degrees；　however；　she　recovered　her　nerve；　and　was　able　to　study　the

glorious　view　of　stream　and　marshes　and　hills　beyond。



For　she　had　come　here　with　a　purpose；　to　see　whether　it　would　not　be

possible　to　escape　down　the　river　in　a　canoe；　or　in　native　boats　such

as　the　Makalang