Tyingoza was not particularly elated when I broke the news of my intended departure.
“So you are going to build a new hut at last, Iqalaqala,” he said, with a chuckle.
“I am, but not here.”
“Not here?”
“No. I am going to leave trading, and raise cattle instead.”
“The people will be sorry, Iqalaqala, for we have been friends. Au! is it not ever so in life? You hold a man by the hand, and lo, a woman takes hold of his other hand, and—he holds yours no more.”
“But in this case we still hold each other by the hand, Tyingoza,” I said. “For I am not going into another country nor does the whole world lie between Isipanga and where I shall be.”
“The people will be sorry,” he repeated.
It was not long before Kendrew found his way over.
“Heard you were back, Glanton,” he said. “Well and how did you get on with Sewin up-country?”