“Shoot her if she won’t leave go,” shouted Ishmael, “and come on.”
But Rachel only sprang from the horse and stood face to face with the advancing Zulu.
“Stand,” she said, and the man stopped.
“Now,” she asked, “what do you want with this woman?”
“To take her or to kill her,” gasped the soldier.
“By whose order?”
“By order of Dingaan the King.”
“For what crime?”
“Witchcraft; but who are you who question me, white woman?”
“One whom you must obey,” answered Rachel proudly. “Go back and leave the girl. She is mine.”