[Swallow by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookSwallow CHAPTER XIII 2/13
Then a voice from the rocks called out: "It is the witch-doctoress, Sihamba, who rides to warn them.
Kill her swiftly." With the voice came a sound of guns and of bullets screaming past her, one of which shattered the wand she carried in her hand, numbing her arm.
Nor was that all, for men sprang up across the further end of the off-saddling place, where the path was narrow, to bar her way, and they held spears in their hands.
But Sihamba never heeded the men or the spears, for she rode straight at them and through them, and so soon was she gone that, although six or seven assegais were hurled at her, only one of them struck the horse, wounding it slightly in the shoulder. A few minutes later, three perhaps, or five, just as the four of us with our Kaffir servants were riding quietly up to the mouth of the Nek, we saw a great horse thundering towards us, black with sweat and flecked with foam, its shoulder bloody, its eyes staring, its red nostrils agape, and perched upon its bare back a little woman who swayed from side to side as though with weariness, holding in her hand a shattered wand. "Allemachter!" cried Jan.
"It is Sihamba, and the witch rides my roan _schimmel_!" By this time Sihamba herself was upon us.
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