Theprincess turned and said something to one of the other young men. They have begun to move, Blaine said softly. Shewas wearing a simple lowwaisted dress which could justify its expenseonly by its exquisite cut and the fineness of the silk jersey material. Two of the young men in their dugout canoe ferriedhim across to the Portuguese side.
A secondlater it would have decapitated him, and he shivered with the cold andthe shock of near death. She was vital and vibrant, and there was an aura abouther. A venerable old Zulu boss-boy, his patecovered with a cap of shining silver wool, was their instructor in thelingua franca of the gold mines, Fanakalo. Troop, forward! he shouted, and the whole party was tearing ahead.
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