He still lay motionless. Once again, the inexplicable fear overtook him. He saw the four legs of the horse still standing motionless a little to his left. From above, the voice came calmly and steadily.
“I do not really like your tactics, soldier,” the rider spoke mockingly. “If a girl finds me so repulsive that she runs away from me, I would be too ashamed to chase after her.”
Grattan remains motionless. Apparently, the rider regards him as a soldier who intended to assault a woman. He cannot yet decide on the best course of action, but realizes that he must hide his face at all costs. He cannot allow the rider to see him and possibly recognize him tomorrow.
He is already convinced that this is not an ordinary court official or resident of the Cape. There is something mysterious about
