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Lee Enfield bullet on the road to Ornaruru when they were opposing Smuts invasion of German South West Africa, and then much later the Luger bullet fired by the boy's mother.
He touched his chest at the memory, and felt the rubbery puckered pit of the scar through the thin cotton of his khaki shirt.
It was the same thing, first the shock and the numbness and then only much later the pain and the anger. Now the anger came at him in black waves, and he did not try to resist. Rather he revelled in it; it helped to assuage the memory of abasing himself, pleading for time from the woman with the taunting smile in her dark eyes.
Can't we stop them, Pa? the boy asked, and neither of them had to define that them'. They knew their enemy.
They had grown to know them in three wars; in 1881 the first Boer War, then again in the Great Boer War of 1899
when Victoria called her khaki multitudes from across the oceans to crush them, and then in 1914 when the British puppet Ja
Lothar shook his head, unable to answer, choked by the strength of his anger.
There must be a way, the boy insisted. We are strong. He recalled the feeling of Shasa's body slowly weakening in his grip and he flexed his hands involuntarily. It's ours, Pa.
This is our land. God gave it to us, it says so in the Bible. Like so many before him, the Afrikaner had interpreted that book in his own way. He saw his people as the children of Israel, and Southern Africa as the promised land flowing with milk and honey.
Lothar was silent and Manfred took his sleeve. God did give it to us, didn't he, Pa? Yes. Lothar nodded heavily.
Then they've stolen it from us: the land, the diamonds, and the gold and everything, and now they have taken our boats and our fish. There must be a way to stop them, to win back what belongs to us. 'It's not as easy as that. Lothar hesitated how to explain it to the child. Did he truly understand it himself, how it had happened? They were squatters in the land that their fathers had wrested from the savages and the wilderness at the point of their long muzzle-loading guns.
When you grow up you'll understand, Manie, he said.
When I grow up I'll find a way to beat them. Manfred said it so forcefully that the scab on his lip cracked open and a droplet like a tiny ruby glowed upon it. I'll find a way to get it back from them. You'll see if I don't, Pa. Well, my son, perhaps you will. Lothar placed his arm around the boy's shoulders.
Remember Grandpa's oath, Pa? I'll always remember. The war against the English will never end. They sat together until the sun touched the waters of the bay and turned them to molten copper, and then in the darkness they went up the jetty, out of the stench of decaying fish and along the edge of the dunes.
As they approached the shack there was smoke rising from the chimney and when they entered the lean-to kitchen, there was a fire on the open hearth. Swart Hendrick looked up from it.
The Jew has taken the table and the chairs, he said. But I hid the pots and the mugs. They sat on the floor and ate straight from the pot, a porridge of maize meal flavoured with salty wind-dried fish.
Nobody spoke until they had finished.
You didn't have to stay. Lothar broke the silence and Hendrick shrugged.
,I bought coffee and tobacco at the store. The money you paid me was just enough. There is no more, Lothar said. It is all gone. 'It's all been gone before. Hendrick lit his pipe with a twig from the fire. We have been broke many times before. This time it is different, Lothar said. This time there is no ivory to hunt or, He broke off as his anger choked him again, and Hendrick poured more coffee into the tin mugs.
It is strange, Hendrick said. When we found her, she was dressed in skins. Now she comes in her big yellow car, he shook his head and chuckled, and we are the ones in rags. It was you and I that saved her, Lothar agreed. More than that, we found her diamonds for her, and dug them from the ground. Now she is rich, Hendrick said, and she comes to take what we have also. She shouldn't have done that. He shook his great black head. No, she shouldn't have done that. Lothar straightened up slowly. Hendrick saw his expression and leaned forward eagerly, and the boy stirred and smiled for the first time.
Yes. Hendrick began to grin. What is it? Ivory is finished it's all been hunted out long ago. No, not ivory. This time it will be diamonds, Lothar replied.
Diamonds? Hendrick rocked back on his heels. What diamonds? 'What diamonds? Lothar smiled at him, and his yellow eyes glowed. 'Why, the diamonds we found for her, of course!
Her diamonds? Hendrick stared at him. The diamonds from the h'ani Mine? How much money have you got? Lothar demanded and Hendrick's eyes shifted. I know you well, Lothar went on impatiently and seized his shoulder. You've always got a little bit salted away. How much? Not much. Hendrick tried to rise but Lothar held him down.
You have earned well this last season. I know exactly how much I have paid you., Fifty pounds,grunted Hendrick.
No. Lothar shook his head. You've got more than that. 'Perhaps a little more. Hendrick resigned himself.
You have got a hundred pounds, Lothar said definitely.
That's how much we will need. Give it to me. You know you will get it back many times over. You always have, and you always will., The track was steep and rocky and the party straggled up it in the early sunlight. They had left the yellow Daimler at the bottom of the mountain on the banks of the Liesbeek stream and begun the climb in the ghostly grey light of predawn.
In the lead were two old men in disreputable clothing, scuffed velskoen on their feet and sweatstained shapeless straw hats on their heads. They were both so lean as to appear half starved, ski
The casual observer would have been in error. The taller of the two old men limped slightly on an artificial leg and was a Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a holder of the highest award for valour that the Empire could offer, the Victoria Cross, and he was also one of the most eminent military historians of the age, a man so rich and careless of worldly wealth that he seldom bothered to count his fortune.
Old Garry, his companion addressed him, rather than as Sir Garrick Courtney. That is the biggest problem we have to deal with, old Garry. He was explaining in his high, almost girlish voice, rolling his R's in that extraordinary fashion that was known as the 'Malmesbury bray'. Our people are deserting the land and flocking to the cities. The farms are dying, and there is no work for them in the cities. His voice was un-winded although they had climbed 2,000 feet up the sheer turreted side of Table Mountain without a pause, maintaining the pace that had outdistanced all the younger members of the party.
It's a recipe for disaster, Sir Garrick agreed. They are poor on the farms, but when they leave them they starve in the cities. Starving men are dangerous men, Ou Baas. History teaches us that. The man he called old master was smaller in stature, though he carried himself straighter. He had merry blue eyes under the drooping brim of his Panama hat and a grey goatee beard that waggled as he spoke. Unlike Garry, he was not rich; he owned only a small farm on the high frost-browned veld of the Transvaal, and he was as careless of his debts as Garry was of his fortune, but the world was his paddock and had heaped honours upon him. He had been awarded honorary doctorates by fifteen of the world's leading universities, Oxford and Cambridge and Columbia amongst them.