human
Sit with your face to the sunrise, Klaas, whispered Hume,
gpt
Eweh, my master.
human
Do you sleep, Klaas?
gpt
Neh, sieur.
human
I feel the touch of the morning wind.
gpt
The stars are white, all but one that shines red.
human
The morning star. The sun will soon be up. Are the clouds rising, do you think?
gpt
The sky shines like the eye of a pool when the moon looks on it.
human
And the mist; look below.
gpt
It is black below, sieur.
human
It must be time, he muttered.
gpt
What noise is that?
human
Birds flying over. They smell the morning; and the buck will now take his stand at the edge of the kloof, to catch the first warmth of the sun. Ayi; the red line spreads along the sky.
gpt
Call your mistress! Hume cried.
human
The moment is at hand! he murmured;
gpt
I am here, Frank.
human
Stand in the opening above, with your face to the west, and look below to your right. At the first ray of the sun you should see the light on the Golden Rock.
gpt
Am I to stand there alone, she said,
human
Where is Webster?
gpt
He is still weak and asleep. And you, Frank--I can see you have been wounded.
human
For Heaven's sake! he said, almost fiercely,