The dogs, strangely subdued, were sitting at her feet, but began to bark as the strangers ran past. She realised her nails were digging into her own palms. Towards the evening the matabili warrior who accompanied them pointed to a mimosa at a distance, and made signs to the major that there was a giraffe.
He heard a horse outside, voices, and knew it would wait, taylor would not disturb.
Now, how was he to do it, when he could scarce breathe and his left leg was almost useless.