Three days later, as the sun was going down and the full moon rose from the sea, he started walking. To the Long Kloof.
Why, he did not exactly know, he only knew he had to go.
Earlier that day...
Dawid was my brother long before Willem and Kristoffel were.
How could he have been your brother? He was brown.
He was my brother.
And you always loved them more than you loved us!
What do you mean?
Never mind. It’s getting late and I must go.
I did not determine my fate Nina. It’s a mystery that’s destroying me.
Questions were useless for every question destroyed itself against the only fact in the mystery: Barta van Rooyen had recognized him as Lukas without a moment’s doubt, and that could only mean he had fallen in love with his own sister.
There was little fear in him for the Forest that lay ahead like a giant black mountain, but he was afraid of the questions that kept tormenting him.
Can I be that rotten? I must eradicate it, get rid of it. But first I must free myself from the uncertainty.
The moon was overhead when he sat down to rest for the first time.
When the sun came up, he was on top of the mountain at Avontuur, looking down on the Kloof stretching far below him.
In the sack the smell of the sea still clung to the fish; around him the smell of dew-wet mountain herbs hung in the air and he remembered it from long ago.