If you persist in this he will soon be dead too, and his blood will be upon your head, for you will have murdered him." "And if I were to say yes, how would that help him ?" she cried wildly.
"He is condemned by your court-martial--you would only deceive me and murder him after all." "On my honour, no.

Before the marriage I will give this warrant to the pastor, and he shall burn it as soon as the service is said.

But, Bessie, don't you see that these fools who tried your uncle are only like clay in my hands?
I can bend them this way and that, and whatever song I sing they will echo it.

They do not wish to shoot your uncle, and will be glad indeed to get out of it.

Your uncle shall go in safety to Natal, or stay here if he wills.