Benita, an African romance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 282 pages of information about Benita, an African romance.

Benita, an African romance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 282 pages of information about Benita, an African romance.

“Yes, and leave me.  Look, there is but a little oil left and only a few candles.  The biscuits are done and neither of us can swallow that biltong any more.  I suppose that I am dying, and your health and strength are failing you quickly in this darkness; if you stop here you must soon follow me.  And what is the alternative?  The madman outside—­that is, if you could find strength to pull down the wall, which I doubt.  You had best go, Benita.”

But still she said she would not.

“Do you not see,” he added, “that it is my only chance of life?  If you go you may be able to bring me help before the end comes.  Should there be a passage the probability is that, although they know nothing of it, it finishes somewhere by the wall of the first enclosure where the Makalanga are.  If so, you may find the Molimo, or if he is dead, Tamas or one of the others, and they will help us.  Go, Benita, go at once.”

“I never thought of that,” she answered in a changed voice.  “Of course, it may be so, if the passage goes down at all.  Well, at least I can look and come back to tell you.”

Then Benita placed the remainder of the oil close by her father’s side, so that he could refill the lamp, for the use of his hands still remained to him.  Also, she set there such crumbs of biscuit as were left, some of the biltong, a flask of Hollands, and a pail of water.  This done, she put on her long cloak, filled one of its pockets with biltong, and the other with matches and three of the four remaining candles.  The fourth she insisted on leaving beside her father’s bed.  When everything was ready she knelt down at his side, kissed him, and from her heart put up a prayer that they might both live to meet again, although she knew well that this they could scarcely hope to do.

Had two people ever been in a more dreadful situation, she wondered, as she looked at her father lying there, whom she must leave to fight with Death alone in that awful place, while she went forth to meet him in the unknown bowels of the earth!

Mr. Clifford read her thoughts.  “Yes,” he said, “it is a strange parting and a wild errand.  But who knows?  It may please Providence to take you through, and if not—­why, our troubles will soon be over.”

Then once more they kissed, and not daring to try to speak, Benita tore herself away.  Passing into the passage whereof the lower half of the crucifix formed the door, she paused for a moment to examine it and to place a fragment of rock in such fashion that it could not shut again behind her.  Her idea was that it worked by aid of some spring, but now she saw that this was not so, as the whole mass hung upon three stone hinges beautifully concealed.  The dust and corrosion of ages which had made this door so hard to open, by filling up the tiny spaces between it and its framework, had also rendered these cracks utterly imperceptible to the eye.  So accurately was it fashioned, indeed, that no one who did not know its secret would have discovered it if they searched for months or years.

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