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François, how many men up at the face?' 'Cave-in.' François's voice was now hysterically shrill. 'Cave-in.' He broke Sean's grip and raced away towards the lift . Something always dies when the lion feeds and yet there is meat for those that follow him.' The lion is Sean, hero of this tremendous drama of the men who took . WHEN THE LIONS FEEDS is the story of South Africa at the burgeoning time of the gold rush in the s. Sean Courtney was raised in cattle country.
He took hold of one of his grimy bare feet and twisted it up into his lap. There was hole in the ball of his heel from which he had pulled a thorn earlier in the day and now it was plugged with dirt. Garrick sat down next to him.
I bet you yell — I bet you yell your head off! Sean ignored him.
He picked a stalk of grass and started probing it into the wound. Garrick watched with interest. Twins could scarcely have been less alike. Sean was already taking on the shape of a man: His colouring was vivid: Garrick was slim, with the wrists and ankles of a girl. His hair was an undecided brown that grew wispy down the back of his neck, his skin was freckled, his nose and the rims of his pale blue eyes were pink with persistent hay fever.
Garrick lifted his head and looked down the slope. A little below where they were sitting was the head of one of the bushy gullies. Garrick caught his breath. Sean was too absorbed to answer.
The bushbuck was picking its way warily out of the thick cover. A big ram, black with age; the spots on his haunches were faded like old chalk marks.
His ears pricked up and his spiral horns held high, big as a pony, but stepping daintily, he came out into the open.
He stopped and swung his head from side to side, searching for danger, then he trotted diagonally down the hill and disappeared into another of the gullies. For a moment after he had gone the twins were still, then they burst out together. They scrambled to their feet jabbering at each other, and Tinker was infected with their excitement.
He barked around them in a circle. After the first few moments of confusion Sean took control simply by raising his voice above the opposition. I bet he stays there all day and comes out only at night. The ground was trampled by his hooves and scattered with his droppings and there was the mark of his body where he had lain.
A few loose hairs, tipped with grey, were left on the bed of leaves. Sean knelt down and picked one up.
There was silence while both of them considered the amount of labour involved in digging a trap. Neither of them mentioned the idea again. When it finished sticking him they had to push all his guts back into the hole in his stomach! Sean lay in the darkness and stared across the room at the grey oblong of the window. There was a slice of moon in the sky outside.
Sean could not sleep: He heard his parents pass the door of the bedroom; his stepmother said something and his father laughed: Waite Courtney had a laugh as deep as distant thunder.
We could take the shotgun and go lay for that old inkonka. Garrick lay rigid in his bed, searching for words. Garrick was sweating. He could almost feel the sjambok curling round his buttocks, and hear his father counting the strokes: Waite Courtney handed his wife up into the front seat of the buggy. He was a big man, the buggy dipped under his weight as he climbed up into the seat.
He gathered up the reins, then he turned and his eyes laughed over his great hooked nose at the twins standing together on the veranda. Waite touched the whip to the shiny round rumps in front of him and the buggy started forward, out along the road to Ladyburg.
Sean and Garrick argued all the way to the foot of the escarpment. Sean was carrying the shotgun across one shoulder, hanging onto the butt with both hands.
Garrick was bold again: When you found the baby duiker, I let you feed it.
Sean was silent in the face of such stubbornness, but his grip on the butt of the shotgun tightened. In order to win the argument Garrick would have to get it away from him — this Garrick knew and he started to sulk. Sean stopped among the trees at the foot of the escarpment and looked over his shoulder at his brother. Garrick looked down at the ground and kicked at a twig.
He sniffed wetly; his hayfever was always bad in the mornings. When you finish counting come up the gulley. Start shouting when you are about halfway up. The inkonka will break the same way as yesterday — all right? Garrick pulled it from his pocket, and at the sight of it the dog backed away. Sean grabbed his collar, and Garrick slipped it on. Tinker laid his ears flat and looked at them reproachfully.
That old inkonka will rip him up. He kept well out to the left of the gulley. The grass on the slope was slippery under his feet, the gun was heavy and there were sharp lumps of rock in the grass.
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He stubbed his toe and it started to bleed, but he kept on upwards. Sean climbed above it and stopped just below the crest of the slope where the moving grass would break up the silhouette of his head on the skyline. He was panting. He found a rock the size of a beer barrel to use as a rest for the gun, and he crouched behind it.
He laid the stock of the gun on the rock, aimed back down the hill and traversed the barrels left and right to make sure his field of fire was clear. He imagined the bushbuck running in his sights and he felt excitement shiver along his forearms, across his shoulders and up the back of his neck. He opened the gun, took the two cartridges out of his shirt pocket, slid them into the breeches and snapped the gun closed.
It took all the strength of both his hands to pull back the big fancy hammers, but he managed it and the gun was double-loaded and cocked. He laid it on the rock in front of him again and stared down the slope. On his left the gulley was a dark-green smear on the hillside, directly below him was open grass where the bushbuck would cross. He pushed impatiently at the hair on his forehead: It was a small sound, far down the slope and muffled by the bush. Sean waited with his forefinger on one trigger, staring down at the edge of the bush.
Garrick shouted again — and the bushbuck broke from cover. It came fast into the open with its nose up and its long horns held flat against its back. Zaffre June Length: Resources and Downloads. When the Lion Feeds Trade Paperback Get a FREE e-book by joining our mailing list today! More books from this author: See more by Wilbur Smith. More books in this series: The Courtney Series: Thank you for signing up, fellow book lover! See More Categories. Your First Name. At the farthest edges of the known world, the mighty East India Trading Company suffers catastrophic losses from pirates on the high seas.
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It drooped its wings and hung its legs as it reached the crest and then dropped into cover. Two boys and a dog followed it up from the valley: the dog led, with his tongue flopping pink from the corner of his mouth, and the twins ran shoulder to shoulder behind him.
Both of them were sweating in dark patches through their khaki shirts, for the African sun still had heat although it stood half-mast down the sky. The dog hit the scent of the bird and it stopped him quivering: for a second he stood sucking it up through his nostrils, and then he started to quarter.
He worked fast, back and forth, swinging at the end of each tack, his head down and only his back and his busy tail showing above the dry brown grass.
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The twins came up behind him. They were gasping for breath for it had been a hard pull up the curve of the hill. Sean was his senior by four inches in height and twenty pounds in weight: this gave him the right to command.
Sean transferred his attention back to the dog. Seek him up, boy. The twins followed him, tensed for the bird to rise. They carried their throwing sticks ready and moved forward a stealthy pace at a time, fighting to control their breathing. Tinker found the bird crouched flat in the grass; he jumped forward giving tongue for the first time, and the bird rose.
It came up fast on noisy wings, whirling out of the grass. Sean threw; his kerrie whipped past it. The pheasant swung away from the stick, clawing at the air with frantic wings and Garrick threw. The bird toppled, feathers flurried from it and it fell.
They went after it. The pheasant scurried broken-winged through the grass ahead of them, and they shouted with excitement as they chased it. Sean got a hand to it. He broke its neck and stood laughing, holding the warm brown body in his hands, and waited for Garrick to reach him. Tinker snuffled it, then tried to take it in his mouth, but Sean pushed his head away and tossed the bird to Garrick.
Garrick hung it with the others on his belt. Sean pushed the hair off his forehead with the back of his hand, his hair was black and soft and it kept falling into his eyes. That was twice as far. You threw first. How come you missed, hey? He took a step backwards. It was not quite clear to Garrick on what Sean wished to bet, but from past experience he knew that whatever it was the issue would be settled by single combat.
Garrick seldom won bets from Sean. Sean trotted after him, caught up with him and passed him.
Sean always led. Having proved conclusively his superior prowess with the throwing sticks Sean was prepared to be forgiving. They kept running: except for an hour, when they had stopped in a shady place by the river to roast and eat a couple of their pheasants, they had run all day. Up here on the plateau it was grassland that rose and fell beneath them as they climbed the low round hills and dropped into the valleys. The grass around them moved with the wind: waist-high grass, soft dry grass the colour of ripe wheat.
Behind them and on each side the grassland rolled away to the full range of the eye, but suddenly in front of them was the escarpment. The land cascaded down into it, steeply at first then gradually levelling out to become the Tugela flats.
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The Tugela river was twenty miles away across the flats, but today there was a haze in the air so they could not see that far. Beyond the river, stretched far to the north and a hundred miles east to the sea, was Zululand. The river was the border. The steep side of the escarpment was cut by vertical gulleys and in the gulleys grew dense, olive-green bush.
Below them, two miles out on the flats, was the homestead of Theunis Kraal. The house was a big one, Dutch-gabled and smoothly thatched with combed grass.
Sean stopped on the rim of the escarpment and sat down in the grass. He took hold of one of his grimy bare feet and twisted it up into his lap. There was hole in the ball of his heel from which he had pulled a thorn earlier in the day and now it was plugged with dirt.
Garrick sat down next to him. I bet you yell — I bet you yell your head off! He picked a stalk of grass and started probing it into the wound.
Garrick watched with interest. Twins could scarcely have been less alike.Amazon CA. Wilbur Smith's very first book. He struggled to his feet still holding the gun. Sean waited with his forefinger on one trigger, staring down at the edge of the bush. When Garrick is forced to take ownership of their farm, Sean must explore the opportunities awaiting him: About The Author. It was nearly impossible to put the book down.
It was as if the author just wanted to wrap things up to set the stage for book two. I even cried at one point.