"What's this I hear--that you have thrown me over--me--to go and dine with the Wallstein! It's nonsense! You can't go.

Ian Stafford is coming to dine, as I told you." His eyes beamed protectingly, affectionately, and yet, somehow, a little anxiously, on her "But I must go, Jasmine.

It's the first time we've all been together since the Raid, and it's good we should be in the full circle once again.

There's work to do--more than ever there was.

There's a storm coming up on the veld, a real jagged lightning business, and men will get hurt, hosts beyond recovery.