Chapter 2
It is already evening on the same day that Wynand Rabie was abducted from court in Stellenbosch. The streets of Cape Town are empty and deserted. The moon is almost full and dims the few lights on the street corners.
A coach hurriedly rolls in from the direction of Stellenbosch. It slows down under the wide arch of the castle entrance. The glass of the large lamps hanging there is colored and throws a glow over the honor guard standing attentively alongside the gate. Above the rattle of the coach wheels and the clapping of the horse hooves, the coach driver can already hear the music of a dance orchestra from here.
His face is shiny with sweat because he had to hurry to get here on time. The rows of coaches already parked in the inner courtyard are, however, a telling indicati
