“Of course I will obey you, husband.  Have I not just sworn to do so?” Marie said with a sad smile.

“And so will I, Allan,” said the vrouw; “not because I have sworn anything, but because I know you have a good head on your shoulders, and so will my man and the others of our party.  Though why you should think you will have any message to send, I can’t guess, unless you know something that is hidden from us,” she added shrewdly.  “You say you don’t; well, it is not likely you would tell us if you did.  Look!  They are calling, you must go.  Come on, Marie, let us see them off.”

So we went to where the commission was gathered on horseback, just in time to hear Retief addressing the people, or, rather, the last of his words.

“Friends,” he said, “we go upon an important business, from which I hope we shall return happily within a very little time.  Still, this is a rough country, and we have to deal with rough people.  Therefore my advice to all you who stay behind is that you should not scatter, but keep together, so that in case of any trouble the men who are left may be at hand to defend this camp.  For if they are here you have nothing to fear from all the savages in Africa.  And now God be with you, and good-bye.  Come, trek, brothers, trek!”

Then followed a few moments of confusion while men kissed their wives, children and sisters in farewell, or shook each other by the hand.  I, too, kissed Marie, and, tumbling on to my horse somehow, rode away, my eyes blind with tears, for this parting was bitter.  When I could see clearly again I pulled up and looked back at the camp, which was now at some distance.  It seemed a peaceful place indeed, for although the storm of the morning was returning and a pall of dark cloud hung over it, the sun still shone upon the white wagon caps and the people who went to and fro among them.

Who could have thought that within a little time it would be but a field of blood, that those wagons would be riddled with assegais, and that the women and children who were moving there must most of them lie upon the veld mutilated corpses dreadful to behold?  Alas! the Boers, always impatient of authority and confident that their own individual judgment was the best, did not obey their commandant’s order to keep together.  They went off this way and that, to shoot the game which was then so plentiful, leaving their families almost without protection.  Thus the Zulus found and slew them.

Presently as I rode forward a little apart from the others someone overtook me, and I saw that it was Henri Marais.

“Well, Allan,” he said, “so God has given you to me for a son-in-law.  Who would have thought it?  You do not look to me like a new-married man, for that marriage is not natural when the bridegroom rides off and leaves the bride of an hour.  Perhaps you will never be really married after all, for God, Who gives sons-in-law, can also take them away, especially when He was not asked for them.  Ah!” he went on, lapsing into French, as was his wont when moved, “qui vivra verra! qui vivra verra!” Then, shouting this excellent but obvious proverb at the top of his voice, he struck his horse with the butt of his gun, and galloped away before I could answer him.