The sun was in the west when he woke up. The bank of clouds on the horizon was a brilliant red and the wind had veered to the south-west. There was not a sail or trail of smoke on the foam-capped sea.
Who was Benjamin Komoetie? He tried to stop his thoughts but could not. Lukas van Rooyen was as dead as the bones he was sitting on but who was to take his place?
I am. And from now I will be known as Benjamin Komoetie.
You look a mess, but you sound better, Van Rooyen.
For only apparently had the power to choose between destruction or preservation. The one wearing the blue shirt. Who was Benjamin Komoetie? The cave was suddenly oppressive - he must get outside! He crawled out and stood on the ledge in front of the cave but there was no escape from the question that was troubling him.
He was in his body. It was like revelation. He was in his body - and bigger than his body too: he stretched as far as the horizon, to the blue sky. He was trapped within a body at the same time he was free. Lukas van Rooyen and the seamen were dead, but he was alive and he could be whoever he wanted to be. From deep inside him surged a feeling of power that frightened him.
Nina was not his sister. Gladness stirred in him. She was a woman ... he suddenly wondered what strange power there was in her that touched him so deeply. It was the same power that had been in Fiela Komoetie when she ruled over Wolwekraal, when she protected Selling. He had seen it in Barta van Rooyen only once: when she admitted to having taken the wrong child. The power of a woman was different, he decided: sly, fearless, changeable as the moods of the ea, but he knew instinctively that was the power against which his own would be measured.