Preamble In 1864, Jakob K, aged twenty-two, left Ichenhausen, his birthplace in Bavaria, and sailed to southern Africa.

He had been invited there to assist his older cousin Henry Bergmann, who owned a successful trading business in the Cape Colony. Jakob travelled with his school friend Leopold. When they arrived, Henry set them to work managing his branch store in Rouxville, a new settlement in the Orange Free State. Two years later, Henry committed suicide. The two friends inherited that store. It prospered. This story begins during Jakobs fifth year in Africa.

1869
Two travellers Something golden flashed across the horizon. Two men on mules caught a glimpse of it through the shimmering haze hanging over the sun-drenched, desolate landscape in front of them. What was that, Amohelang? asked one of men, a sunburnt European, whilst flicking his long black hair out of his eyes. Cant say, baas. It was moving too fast, replied Amohelang, an African with skin as black as ebony. It might have been a duiker or a gemsbok. Well, its the first sign of life weve seen this morning, and probably the only one well see today, the European said. Lets push on. Have we got much further to go, baas? Were more than half way, Id guess. The European, Jakob K, who was born in Bavaria, was twenty-five years old. Amohelang, his servant, looked younger than him, but might not have been. Even discounting the most obvious difference between the two of them - their skin colours they could not have been less alike. Jakob was no more than five foot high, and slightly stocky. His African companion was at least a foot taller and wiry. The widerimmed leather hat that Jakob was wearing failed to conceal the straggling ends of his untidy dark brown hair. It covered his ears and kept tumbling across his forehead into his eyes, causing them to blink. His companions short coiled hair, which clung

closely to his scalp, made him seem bald in comparison. His smooth skin, which stretched tightly over his prominent cheekbones and long thin face, was in complete contrast to Jakobs. Apart from his fleshy rounded lips and his greenish brown eyes and, of course, his rounded nose - the rest of his soft-featured square face was concealed beneath a wild tangle of curly black facial hair. The hot, dry air parched their mouths and throats, making it difficult for them to swallow and speak. So, for long periods, they were silent as they rode across the Great Karroo - the arid heartland of the Cape Colony - towards the town of Graaff Reinet. Some hours after sighting the animal, Amohelang noticed his companion fumbling in a pocket of his oversized torn jacket. He watched him extracting a battered pewter hip-flask, and then unscrewing it before holding it up to his mouth for a moment. He thrust it back where hed found it. Gott, diese endlose Wste ist der Tod von mir. Ich habe einen unersttlichen Durst, he exclaimed angrily. Eh, what are you saying, baas? asked Amohelang, who knew no German. Got anything to drink? Only a little water in my canteen. Ach, I dont want that. Is there any of that brandy we bought in Middelburg? No. Well, give me some of your water then. Here, take it, baas. Jakob took a swig, and then returned the canteen. Stop calling me baas, he said. Use my real name. But Mr Reitlinger is always telling me to call you and him Sir. He doesnt even like to be called baas. He says that kaffirs must always respect their betters. Thats ridiculous, man. Anyway, he isnt around to hear you. Jakob pushed away the hair clinging to the sweat on his brow. Hes probably keeping cool in our office. I dont know why I allowed him to persuade me to make this awful trip in the middle of summer. Jakob added. And, Amohelang, dont forget that I am his partner, his equal. So if I say its alright to call me Jakob, do so please. They continued moving through the burning air surrounding them without speaking. After an hour, Amohelang broke the silence. You know, Jakob, I have been thinking. Thats good. Youre quite different from the other white men in Rouxville. Is that so? They dont speak nicely to kaffirs, the way you do. They only order us about. We all arrive on this earth the same way, live, and then die. said Jakob slowly. Were all the same in Gods eyes, and also in mine. Hardly anyone agrees with me about that, but why should I care? Amohelang was amazed to hear a white man uttering such things. Most of them never said anything to folk like him unless they were issuing instructions. At sunset on the third day after leaving Rouxville - the start of their journey - Jakob pointed ahead into the twilight.

See those distant mountains? he asked. I do, Amohelang replied. Graaf Reinet lies amongst them. A few more hours riding, and well be there. We wont arrive until long after dark. The far-off hills ahead, silhouetted by the sun setting behind them, were rapidly becoming indistinguishable from the darkening sky. Youre right, said Jakob, looking towards them. Wed better camp here, and continue tomorrow. Itll be easier going in daylight. And, he thought, it would save spending money on an extra nights accommodation. That hollow over there looks a good place to sleep, he continued. Ill collect kindling whilst you get the bedding ready. Amohelang watched his companion using his pocket knife to hack twigs from the scraggy thorn-covered bushes scattered around. Then, he began untying the two bedding rolls suspended from each side of his saddle. After clearing sharp stones from the hollow, and beating the ground with a riding crop to scare off any snakes, he unrolled each of the blankets. He wrapped himself in a shawl. He knew that the air that had scorched him during the day air would freeze him at night. The two travellers rose with the sun the next morning. Jakob stood up, stiff after a night sleeping on the hard dry ground, and stretched his arms above his head. He watched Amohelang rolling up the bedding. Whats for breakfast? he asked. Theres some biltong and some crusts. Is that all? Amohelang nodded. Jakob opened his pocket knife one he often used to pare and clean his fingernails - and began slicing the dried meat. Here, take a few slices, he said. Thanks, Jakob. It shouldnt take us long to reach the town over there. Dont be fooled. In this clear air, nothing is as close as it seems. Graaff Reinet The two dust-covered travellers trotted to the middle of the large square in the centre of Graaff Reinet just as church bells began chiming midday. Jakob looked around. Nothing seems to have changed here since I last visited, he said. That was years ago. I was just off the boat, wet behind the ears. Amohelang did not understand why his companion had begun talking about his ears. He felt that he should not be surprised; white people were an odd bunch. This is a big place: so many houses, and some big ones, Amohelang exclaimed. Its not like Rouxville. Ja, youre right, Jakob replied, distractedly. Now, I wonder if any of these buildings youre admiring is Frederiks store. He dismounted. Stay here with our animals, he said. Ill ask those people over there. He approached a knot of elderly men, were talking together in the shade of a jacaranda tree at the side of the square. Good day, my friends, he said, tipping his hat.

Youre no friend of mine, snapped a bald-headed man with a badly curved back, who was leaning on a dark wooden stick with an ivory handle. Ag, Pretorius, hes just trying to be friendly, said another elderly fellow. Turning to Jakob, this man continued, I cant recall seeing you around here before. Maybe, thats because of my age. No, Sir, you havent, Jakob replied. Ive just come from Rouxville. Where did you say? asked a third old man, raising his spectacles, or what was left of them: one of his lenses was cracked, and the other was missing altogether. Its a small town across the Orange River, a newish place. Youve ridden all the way from the Orange Free State in one morning? Pretorius asked suspiciously. No, laughed Jakob, Its taken us four days to cross that accursed Karoo. Now, can any of you direct me to Frederiks shop? Do you mean the timber dealer? asked the third man. Ja. Parsonage Street, Pretorius snapped. No, thats where he lives, said the bespectacled man. Go down that street to the left of Mosenthals Stores, and then take the second right turning. You cant miss it, said someone else who had not spoken yet. Jakob and Amohelang rode through a gateway, under a long sign board which read: Frederiks' - Hout en Houten Handelaar Frederiks: For All Woods and Timbers. They entered a vast courtyard surrounded by flat-roofed single-storey warehouses. As they began to attach their mules to a rail alongside three horses, a native worker came running from across the yard, and promptly deposited buckets of hay in front of each of their animals. That is the office, Mister, he said, pointing at an open door. Is Mr Frederiks in this afternoon? Jakob asked. Ja, Mister, you can go inside, and I will look after your boy. Jakob entered a room with a long counter, and was greeted by a lanky young man standing behind it. He had neatly cropped red hair and a pale face covered with fine freckles. Yes? he said. Mr Frederiks is expecting me. Ks the name. The young man entered an inner sanctum through a door behind the counter. Jakob heard him saying, Are you expecting a Mr K, Papa? Yes, ask him in, Danie. Danie reappeared, and ushered Jakob through the doorway behind the counter. A stout man, dressed in a brown jacket with matching waistcoat, was sitting behind a dark wooden desk covered with neat stacks of paperwork, each one surmounted by a glass paperweight. He got to his feet, and examined his visitor through his spectacles. He was not expecting someone as scruffy as this. Most of his customers took more of an effort over their appearance, but, then, most of them had not travelled so far to see him. Thanks, you may leave us now, Danie, he said. He turned to Jakob, and pointed at a chair. Please sit down, Mr K.

Call me Jakob. Im not formal. Are you tired after your long journey? Im more thirsty than tired. What can I get you some coffee? Id prefer some brandy. Really, you drink so early in the day? Jakob nodded. Mr Frederiks blinked. Danie, have we any brandy for Mr K? he shouted. Ill send a boy to the inn, Danie replied from the outer office. Well, I wouldnt say no to a coffee as well, Jakob added. Frederiks rang a bell on his desk three times. A native woman bustled through the door. Bring us some coffee, Aninka, and something to eat with it. Weve got butter biscuits, kokoscraps, and Ach, the coconut ones, please, Jakob said, without waiting for her to finish. Frederiks smiled. He admired decisiveness. Fredericks stared at Jakobs Adams apple bobbing up and down rapidly as one biscuit after another disappeared off the plate. When it was empty, Jakob poured the coffee down his throat, hardly swallowing. It looked as if he were emptying it down a drain. Without pausing for breath, Jakob downed one glass of brandy, and then another, both at lightning speed. I feel much better now, he exclaimed. Let me show you around, Lead on, Mr Frederiks. Jakob followed his host through the outer office and into the yard. The bright sunlight made him squint. They entered a shed. When his eyes had adapted to the darkness inside, he saw two natives, frowning with concentration, their dark skins glistening with beads of perspiration. They were using a two-handled saw to cut along the length of a thick tree trunk. Stink wood, shouted Mr Frederiks, trying to make his voice heard above the sawing. Its bleddy hard to cut. These two are my best plank cutters. And what are they doing? said Jakob, pointing to another two men hacking away at a trunk in a dark corner. Stripping bark: we sell it for kindling. A nice side-line you know. Nothing wasted here. Exactly, now come this way, Mr er Jakob will do. They walked back into the yard just in time to watch the arrival of a wagon drawn by six oxen. Its bulky load was covered with dust covered tarpaulins. The driver waved to Mr Frederiks, and he responded by nodding his head. Thats carrying imported timber, a consignment of English oak, he explained. Theyve brought it up from our agent in Port Elizabeth. There should be another two wagons following soon. Now, I see why you need such a big yard. Come and see this, said Frederiks, walking towards another warehouse. They entered the cool spacious building. There were stacks of neatly arranged planks as far as the eye could see. We store and season in here, Fredericks explained.

Jakob began sniffing. Nice smell, he said. Thats sandalwood. Its from India, and extremely expensive. Theres a furniture maker here in Graaff whos got his eye on it. And whats this? Spanish cedar. Jakob bent over and put his nose close to the wood. It also smells good, he said. Moths wouldnt agree with you. Then, it must be ideal for wardrobes. Mr Frederiks smiled. His young visitor wasnt stupid. Yes, thats right. You are so knowledgeable about wood. My father and his were carpenters. So was my great-grandfather. He built ships for the Dutch East India Company. I was brought up with wood. Come now, Ive got three more stores to show you, each one filled with a variety of woods. They left the warehouse and began walking across the yard, crossing the long shadows cast by the buildings surrounding it. Listen, its getting late, said Mr Frederiks. It would be better to show you the rest tomorrow, before we discuss your requirements. The two men returned to Fredericks office. When Jakob was seated, he looked at his host, whose face had become drawn and pale. Are you feeling alright, Mr Frederiks? he asked. Its nothing. Shall I call for help? Ag, no, Im not ill. Ive just realised what a bad host I am. Far from it, Jakob retorted. Im only a customer. But youve travelled so far, and I havent even asked you whether youve found accommodation. Ive nothing arranged. We came straight here when arrived. The timber merchant, who believed firmly that one cannot judge a book by its cover, looked at Jakob for a minute. His appearance was not prepossessing, but he seemed an agreeable young man, someone worth knowing better. If nothing else, it might be good for his daughter to meet someone from so far away. She led an overly sheltered life. Well put you up, he said suddenly. For a moment, Jakob was uncertain how to respond to this. He wondered whether accepting hospitality would oblige him to purchase. He thought for a moment, and concluded that as it was unlikely that anyone else in this town would offer the same wide selection as Frederiks, he night as well accept. Thats kind but No buts, its settled, Frederiks said, smiling. And Amohelang, what about Jakob began. Your kaffir: dont worry, well find somewhere for him to sleep. Come, lets walk home. Its not far. Amohelang followed Jakob and Mr Frederiks through the twilight along a series of tidy tree-lined streets until they reached a broad fronted single-storied house standing

on a stone plinth that made it look higher than its neighbours. At the steps leading up to the front door, Mr Frederiks turned to him. You go around to the yard at the back, and wait, he ordered. And then, taking Jakob by the arm, he said, Come inside. They walked through the front door, and entered a spacious front hall. A number of dark wooden chairs, whose seats consisted of lattices of intersecting thongs, were arranged around it, their tall upright backs placed close against the walls. Elegant riempie chairs, Jakob remarked. Theyre stinkwood with wildebeest hide thongs. Amor vincit omnia Mr Frederiks led Jakob through an open doorway which led into a room crowded with furniture. It contained: several armchairs; two rocking chairs; three chaises longue; numerous wooden stools, some heavily upholstered and others, of African design, that were not; and a piano stool, but no piano. The smell of tobacco pervaded the air. Is anyone around? he shouted, motioning Jakob to sit. Jakob settled himself in a chair, resting his elbows on the leather covered manchettes attached to its elaborately carved wooden armrests. Moments later, he heard footsteps in the hallway, and then a mellifluous voice. Oh, Father, I didnt realise that youve brought a guest with you. He looked up at the speaker who had entered the room, a young lady. She was about his height and age, maybe a year or two less. His eyes met hers. They were blue and sparkled cheerfully above her freckled chubby cheeks. Yes, this is Mr K, said Mr Frederiks addressing the woman. Hes come all the way from the Orange Free State to do business with me. And then, he turned towards Jakob. This is Hendrina, my daughter, he explained. Jakob watched the corners of her wide lips curling into a smile, dimpling her cheeks. His heart raced. For an instant, he felt paralysed, unable even to speak. She continued smiling without taking her eyes off him. Then he got to his feet. Call me Jakob , he stammered, bowing his head towards her. He became aware of a floral fragrance. It was her scent wafting towards him. He straightened up, and noticed her cheerful expression. A shiver ran down his spine, and his face felt as if it were beginning to burn. He shielded his cheek with his hands in a futile attempt to hide his embarrassment, and sat down. His watched her lowering herself into a chair, carefully adjusting her long skirt over her stockinged ankles. She crossed her legs, and then he noticed her slippers. They were scuffed, and their toes were almost worn out. He averted his gaze from them, and watched the ends of her wavy, chestnut hair brushing against her shoulders as she moved her head. He sighed. Everything about this young lady - her radiant expression, her hair, and the shapely curves of her ample body - provided a refreshing balm for his tired eyes. Hendrina watched her fathers untidy looking guest blushing. She was touched by the modest way he had introduced himself and by the warm glow in his brown eyes that shone from beneath his bushy eyebrows. She was flattered by his inability to stop gazing at her. His presence elicited an unusual sensation. It felt pleasant, and at the same time exciting: a stirring deep inside her. She looked at him closely and decided

that with better grooming and in less tattered clothing, he would become quite handsome. She had a sudden urge to sit by his side, comb in hand, and tidy his hair. Instead, she stood up. Ill fetch Mama, she said, feeling her face reddening as she walked towards the door. Shes in the kitchen with Mary-Anne, Before leaving the room, she glanced back at Jakob. She was sure that she caught him winking at her, just once. Her heart missed a beat. She paused for an instant, and then sped along the corridor. When Hendrina left, Jakob felt alone. That was ridiculous, he thought, looking at her father who was seated opposite him. He decided that it was fortunate that he had not bothered to find any accommodation when he arrived in Graaff Reinet. Had he booked into the hotel, he would never have met such a charming person. Mr Frederiks was also lost in thought. Hendrina had met quite a few of his customers and their sons. Many of them were as young as Jakob, and all of them far better turned-out than he, but he was the first towards whom she had displayed such warmth. Hendrina returned with her mother, a taller woman whose greying hair was neatly tied back into a bun. Her oval - almost round - face was barely affected by age. Jakob stood up. Meet my wife, said Mr Frederiks. This is Jakob K, my dear. Jakob bowed. She was surprised to see behaviour so chivalrous coming from someone as shabby as him. Hell be staying with us for a few days, Mr Frederiks announced. Its nice to meet you, she said. Ill ask Mary-Anne to prepare a bath for you, she added quickly. Turning to her husband, she said, Jakob can use Danies old bedroom. Hendrina saw Jakob frown. He began sucking on his lower lip. Is something the matter? she asked him There is one thing Yes? said Mrs Frederiks. Its Amohelang. Who is that? she asked. His kaffir, Mr Frederiks explained. I want to be sure hell be comfortable during the night, Jakob said. For four nights in a row, weve been sleeping under the stars with only a blanket separating our bodies from the hard stony ground beneath us. The Karoo must be the worlds most uncomfortable bedroom! Hendrina smiled. Jakobs concern for a humble kaffir moved her. He was the first of her fathers many customers to display any interest at all in the welfare of a native servant. Ill make sure that Mary-Anne feeds him and finds him a cosy place in the servants quarters, Mrs Frederiks said. Hendrina watched Jakobs face relax. Soon after this, Mary-Anne announced that a bath had been filled. The hot water in the zinc bathtub tingled against Jakobs skin. After scrubbing himself thoroughly, he stepped out and looked distastefully at the cloudy liquid from which he had emerged. He rubbed a starched towel against his body, peering at the

mirror mounted on a washstand. The hairy face staring back surprised him. He had not seen his reflection for years because until this evening he had not felt it necessary to own or use a mirror. He hoped that his appearance had not startled Hendrina when she had burst into the living room. Her father must be truly open-minded to offer hospitality to someone with a tramps face he thought, while searching for a comb or brush. He began putting on the clothes he had been wearing earlier, and cursed himself for forgetting to bring a clean set to change into. He stepped out of the bath room into the corridor that extended from the hallway to the far end of the house, and nearly collided with a trolley laden with covered dishes. Ag, watch where youre going, Mister, exclaimed Mary-Anne. Jakob looked into her slanted eyes, which hinted at her Malay origins. That smells good, he said. The servant looked at him, blinked twice, not believing what she was seeing. She wondered why this unshaven man, dressed in clothes engrained with dust had been invited into the house. Her nostrils flared briefly. She was surprised to discover he smelled of Pears soap rather than something unpleasant. That bath had done some good. Well, if you follow me to the dining room, you can taste it as well as smell it. Id better not delay you then. The maid was surprised when Jakob opened the dining room door for her. A gentleman, she thought, despite his unprepossessing appearance. The dining room was sparsely furnished in comparison with the living room. Apart from framed portraits hanging on the walls it contained little else besides a long table and four straight backed chairs, identical to those that Jakob had seen in the entrance hall. Mrs Fredericks was seated at one end of the table, and her husband at the other end, a great distance away because the table was large enough to accommodate many more than four diners. Come and join us, Jakob. You can sit to the right of me, Mrs Frederiks said. He sat on a chair placed halfway along the length of the table, and was pleased to be sitting opposite Hendrina. Thank you, Mrs Frederiks, he said, Almost immediately after taking his seat, Jakob saw his hosts getting out of theirs. He followed suit, bowed his head whilst Mr Frederiks recited grace, and added his amen to those of the others. Everyone sat down, and then Mary-Anne began placing the dishes on the table, uncovering each of them as she did so. The last dish was the largest. Jakob looked at the steam rising from the joint lying on it. Roast ham of my favourites, he exclaimed. Im so glad, said Mrs Frederiks. My husband was worried that you would be unable to eat it. Jakob looked puzzled. When we received your letter, we assumed that Reitlinger and K were Jewish names, Mr Frederiks began. I believe that we should have had to serve you something else if you had been of that faith. But, I am. Theres no need to be polite, Jakob, Mrs Frederiks said reassuringly. The last thing she wanted was to upset a guest, especially one of her husbands customers.

It wouldnt be much trouble to make you an omelette, she said. Ill call Mary-Anne Really, theres no need. I adore ham. Hendrina watched her father raising his eyebrows and Jakob grinning at her. He turned towards her mother. Before I left my home in a small town in Bavaria, I had been instructed to avoid pork, Jakob explained. As soon as I set off on my way to Africa, I decided to taste the forbidden fruit, so to speak. And I discovered that its delicious. Mr Frederiks was astounded. He had had plenty of dealings with Jews. Almost all of them were pleasant, even if most had made him feel, with varying degrees of subtlety, that they differed from him. Had he not just been told that Jakob was Jewish, he would have imagined that he was a fellow Boer. So, Jakob said, smiling at Mary-Ann who was waiting by the door, theres no need for you to crack open an egg for me: at least, not before breakfast time! Hendrina began laughing, covering her mouth with her napkin to hide her mirth. Mrs Frederiks noticed that Jakob and Hendrina kept exchanging glances. Indeed, they were having trouble averting their eyes from each other. She turned to her guest. May I serve you a bit of everything? she asked. Yes please. He cut a piece of the slice of glazed ham on his plate and ate it quickly. He followed this with a forkful of baked sweet potatoes, and then tried some of yellow paste next to that. Its curried taste was new to him. Who made this lekker delicacy? he asked with his mouth full. Its spicy lentil breedie, one of Mary-Annes special dishes, Hendrina explained, her cheeks flushed. Jakob turned to the coloured woman, who was standing, waiting for orders by the door. Come over here, Mary-Anne, he said. The servant looked questioningly at Mrs Frederiks. She nodded her head. Mary-Anne approached Jakob. He stood up. I must shake the hand of the creator of this delicious treat. Mary-Anne advanced a couple of steps towards him, but did not take his hand. Instead, she curtsied, and hurried back to her place by the door. Youre blessed to have such a marvellous cook, said Jakob, throwing a glance at Hendrina. He shovelled another heaped forkful of food into his mouth. Hendrina watched Mary-Annes face lighting up. She was touched by Jakobs praise for her. Never before had she heard any guest complimenting the cook. Usually, visitors congratulated her mother for the food, but never the servant who cooked it. Mrs Frederiks looked at Jakobs empty plate. Will you have some more? she asked. Yes, please, he replied without any hesitation. Can I offer you something to wash it down? Mr Frederiks enquired. Youre a gentleman, Sir. Brandy would do nicely, otherwise a spot of wine. Fetch the decanter, Mary-Anne. Fill Mr Ks glass, and mine. Thanks, said Jakob, after sipping some cool golden wine. I try to avoid water. Its for fishes.

Hendrina covered her mouth with her hand, but failed to stifle a laugh. As she turned her head away to hide her blushing, Mrs Frederiks caught Jakob winking at her. After dinner, the ladies took their leave. Mr Frederiks invited Jakob into the living room. How about a night-cap? he said. Brandy or, maybe youd prefer port? I am a brandy man. Frederiks summoned Mary-Anne by pulling a cord that disappeared into a small hole in the ceiling. And, how about a cigar, Jakob? Ill light my pipe, if you dont mind. Whilst Mary-Anne poured out drinks, Jakobs host took a cigar from a box on a side table. After trimming its ends, he lit it, and took several puffs before laying it against a crystal ashtray. Now, tell me more about your business, young man, he said, sitting back and stretching his legs in front of him. About five years ago, Leo - thats Reitlinger, my school friend - and I left Bavaria in order to help my cousin Henry Bergmann - you may have heard of him - to run the store hed just opened in Rouxville. Bergmann: the fellow who killed himself? Jakob nodded solemnly, and stared at the floor. I am sorry, Frederiks murmured. Leo and I inherited the store ... Jakob paused to suck on his pipe. The first two years after Henry died were difficult, he continued. We did not realise that we had acquired a big debt along with the shop. We understood that he had paid for the store and the land it stands on. It was the case, but unknown to us and we only discovered after he died - he had pledged it as security for a ridiculously large loan he had raised to finance a hare-brained mining adventure. We had to repay that money in order not to lose the shop. A mining adventure? Didnt you hear? Henry thought that he had discovered gold in the Transvaal, but it turned out to be a hoax. Frederiks whistled. Its surprising that such a shrewd businessman fell for that, he said. Cursed greed of gold, what crimes your tyrant power has caused, Jakob said, remembering something he had learnt in a Latin class. Wise words, Fredericks said, admiringly. He was not familiar with Virgil. Fortunately for us, Jakob continued. Cousin Henry sited the store in a part of the town that everyone has to pass. It is a good spot for trade. We were able to settle the debts quickly. Now, our profits are increasing. You two have done well. Ach, Jakob said, Hard work and frugality pay dividends. My own sentiments, Frederiks said, noticing Jakob failing to stifle a yawn. You must be whacked after your long journey. I mustnt keep you awake with my chatter. Next morning, Jakob rose late. He dressed, left his bedroom, and began walking along the corridor.

Good morning, Jakob, Mrs Frederiks said, emerging from the dining room. We didnt wake you, as we could see you needed to rest. Sit down. Mary-Anne will bring you coffee and rusks. You are going to too much trouble for me. Ag, dont be silly. When youve finished, meet Mr Frederiks at the shop. Jakob sat down. Mary-Anne smiled at him, and continued clearing used crockery and cutlery from the table. When her tray was full, she carried it out into the corridor. Hendrina was waiting for her there near the entrance to the kitchen. She followed the maid into the kitchen, watched her warming up the coffee, and then piling rusks onto a plate alongside a generous portion of butter. When Mary-Anne had loaded these onto a tray, Hendrina put a hand on her arm to stop her lifting it. Dont worry, Ill take that, she said. The Malay servant smiled inwardly, wondering Hendrina saw in that unshaven man waiting for breakfast. When Jakob reached the office at the timber depot, Mr Frederiks shook his hand, and said, Had breakfast? Jakob, remembering the warm expression on Hendrinas face when she leant a little too close to him to pour his coffee, said, Yes, my day began beautifully. Then, lets get down to business. Jakob retrieved a folded paper from an inner jacket pocket. After smoothing it out, blowing it free of dust, he passed it to Frederiks, who then studied it. While he was doing that, Jakob remembered the sweetness in Hendrinas voice when she wished him good morning. Ah, lintels and doorways, Mr Frederiks said suddenly. Youll want something strong And insect resistant, Jakob interjected. Exactly, Ive got some beautiful Cuban mahogany: the quantity you require. And how much do you want for that? Frederiks lips moved silently whilst he made a mental calculation. He mentioned a figure. Jakob swept his hair out of his eyes. Have you anything less costly? he asked. Plenty of English oak - let me work out a price for you. When Jakob heard the price it was not unreasonable - he hesitated. Normally, he would have haggled. However, after accepting the Frederiks hospitality and considering his growing feeling for Hendrina, he felt it would be wrong to begin to question the price. Frederiks watched his face. It looked as if Jakob was deep in thought. Ill tell you what, Fredericks said after a few minutes, worried that he had asked too much, and not wanting to lose a good customer. Ill include the transport in my price. Thats two wagons, the oxen, and a couple of kaffirs for each vehicle. You need only pay for their food and provisions on the way to Rouxville. Jakob looked relieved. Now, he did not need to bargain. He would be able to tell Leo that he had got a good deal. Done, he said, drawing a wad of banknotes from a pocket hidden inside his jacket. Put those away, Jakob. You havent inspected the wood yet.

After examining the timber, Jakob asked, How long will it take to get the wagons loaded? Mr Frederiks closed his eyes, and thought. He was keen to satisfy Hendrinas wish to delay the departure of this young man who had brought her so much joy. Two days, he said. Jakob shrugged his shoulders, wondering why it was going take so long to get the wood transferred from the warehouse into the vehicles. In that case, he said, Id better move to a hotel. I dont want to get in your way. Nonsense, Jakob, Frederiks retorted. Youll do no such thing. I insist you stay with us until you leave for Rouxville. If youre sure Of course I am, said Frederiks. Now, you must excuse me. Ive a lot of paperwork to attend to. The Black Horse Inn offers a hearty food and a fine selection of wines and beers, but dont eat too much. This evening, Mary-Anne will serve us a hearty meal. Gifts On his way to the inn, Jakob passed a barbers shop. He decided that he would return there after fortifying himself at the inn. The landlord of the Black Horse leant on his bar, staring wide-eyed at his scruffy, but far from impecunious, new customer. This short man had managed to swallow five glasses of wine in barely five minutes before falling asleep, his head cradled in his arms on the table in front of him. Does anyone know where he comes from? he asked three men drinking at the bar. Two of them looked blank. I saw him in the square yesterday, said the third man. He arrived with a kaffir. Suddenly, there was a crash. The stranger had woken, and had knocked over his chair while getting to his feet. Rouxville, my friends, he exclaimed. What time is it? Half-past two, the landlord replied. Then, Ill wish you all a good afternoon. The stranger pushed his hair out of his eyes, and walked to the door, waving to the men gaping at the bar. Youd never guess that hed just poured a pint and a half of wine down his throat without hardly swallowing, said the innkeeper, watching the door swing closed behind Jakob. Jakob reached the barber shop quickly. He smiled when he read the sign next to the door of the modest establishment: F. Wolff, Kapper ~ Coiffeur de l'excellence ~ Barber. He entered. Ah, Monsieur, you have arrived in the right place, said Mr Wolff who was dressed in a white jacket and black trousers. Jakob gaped at the barber who began sharpening a cut-throat razor on a leather strop.

I can see that you are in need of my services, Monsieur, the barber said, wiping the blade on a napkin. Its been a long time since Yes, this needs tidying up, explained Jakob, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. But dont make me look bald. Just make it neater, and He stopped suddenly. Yes, Monsieur? Also a shave. Of course, Monsieur. The barber began wrapping a towel around Jakobs shoulders, wondering whether it was really necessary to protect such dishevelled clothing. He started clipping. How long is it since Monsieur last employed the services of a barber? Ach, I cant remember, Jakob replied. Listen, I must look good for this evening. Do your best. Is Monsieur trying to impress someone? said the barber, chuckling and clicking his scissors in the air. When Mr Wolff had finished clipping Jakobs hair, he began lathering Jakobs neck and face with soapy water and a soft brush. He felt his customer tensing up, and noticed his jaw muscles stiffening. When he tested the sharpness of his blade against one of his fingernails, he saw his customer begin to tremble. Is something wrong, Monsieur? Not really, but mind that youre careful. Shall I begin? Yes, but take great care. When his face was free of stubble, Jakob stroked his now smooth skin, and looked in the mirror that Mr Wolff had handed him. I shave rarely, he said, running a finger along a thin scar in the skin over his right lower jawbone. Ever since I was about fourteen, I have avoided barbers. Oh, I do understand, Monsieur. How much do I owe you? Jakob paid. Now, where I can purchase a bouquet? he asked, opening the door to the street. On his way to the florist, Jakob stopped at a shop displaying shoes in the window. There was a pair of silk slippers amongst them. He entered. Would the slippers in your window fit me? he asked the man sitting behind a table. You would not want to wear those, Sir. Theyre for ladies. I know. The lady who needs slippers has the same size feet as mine. Oh, I see. No, those would be too small. Take a look at this pair. Yes, they seem better. How much do you want for them? The shopkeeper looked at Jakob, sizing him up, and then named an amount. Jakob put the slippers on the counter, and began walking towards the door. The merchant who had not sold much that week called after him. Wait, I can do you a better price. On hearing the amount, Jakob thrust the money into the shoe-sellers hand. Wrap them up nicely, he ordered.

That evening, Mr Frederiks was sitting in his living room before dinner, his head buried in the pages of the Graaff Reinet Herald. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching. His eyes widened, and the newspaper slipped out of his hands. I must say, he began. remarkable transformation. Is it really you, Jakob? Jakob sat down. Im not a great lover of barbers, he said. But Mr Wolff has a gentle touch, and He shot out of his seat. It was as if he had sat on a nail. Ach, I almost forgot, he exclaimed. Ill be back soon. Mr Frederiks blinked, and Jakob was gone. He picked up his paper, looking forward to reading more about an enormous diamond that just been discovered near Hopetown. Before he had read about five words, his wife entered. Ill just have to give up trying to read this, he said. Have you seen Hendrina? she asked, changing the subject. No, but have you seen Jakob? He rushed past me in the corridor, and Did you notice anything about I dont know whats got into those two young people, Mrs Frederiks exclaimed. What do you mean, Carolina? Well, she replied, Hendrina has dressed herself in her best clothes. And, as for our guest, well he is Unrecognisable is the word youre seeking. She nodded. Hendrinas perked up, she said. Shes not been so cheerful for ages. And, Carolina, our Hennys taken a shine to him. The servants have noticed Mr Fredericks raised his eyebrows, and grinned at his wife who suddenly became silent. A penny for your thoughts, he said after a brief pause. Hes a kind fellow, she murmured. And doing well, judging by what he told me yesterday. He has a kind heart despite his rough exterior. And hes easygoing about his religion. Do you remember how he dealt with the breedie? He wolfed it down. No, thats not what I mean, Frans. Im remembering the sweet way he spoke with Mary-Anne, she said. And his concern for that servant of his. That man has a kind heart. In better clothes, Mrs Fredericks continued, hed be quite presentable. She put a finger to her lips, and looked towards the door. She could hear footsteps in the corridor. Jakob entered, his hands concealed behind his back. He approached Mrs Fredericks, and bowed. As he did so, he brought his right arm forward, revealing a posy. I want to thank you, Mrs Hendricks, he said, handing it to her. You are the best hostess in the Cape Colony. Roses: how lovely, I am touched by your thoughtfulness.

Jakob shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. Then, hearing footsteps behind him, he spun around to face the door, and watched Hendrina entering. She was wearing a white cotton dress embroidered with coloured flowers. It flowed loosely around her legs and hips, but fitted closely above her waist, emphasising her ample bosom. An oval cameo brooch fastened the high collar around her neck. He felt his heart thumping. A feast for the eyes, he thought, gazing at her. Hendrina stopped in her tracks, and rubbed her eyes. Could that clean-shaven young man with neatly trimmed hair in front of her really be her fathers customer from Rouxville? My, my, how she stammered, beginning to blush. She averted her gaze, and then heard him saying, Mr Frederiks, I hope that you wont think it inappropriate He stopped, looked at the floor. Go on, Jakob, said Mr Frederiks softly. Would it be forward to offer your daughter a gift? Ask her, Jakob, not me. Hendrina nodded enthusiastically, her face reddening. One moment, please, said Jakob, leaving the room suddenly. He returned soon, carrying a rectangular parcel wrapped in paper and tied with string. He placed it gently in her outstretched trembling hands. Th ank you, she managed to utter. She was overwhelmed with happiness and embarrassment, and could not decide which way to turn her face. Its my pleasure Jakob began, but was unable to continue as Mary-Anne had just appeared at the door. The soups on the table, Missus Frederiks, she announced, at the same time noticing Hendrinas bright red cheeks. While Mary-Anne was clearing away the soup plates, preparing the table for the next course, Mr Frederiks leant forward to address Jakob. Your timber is being prepared for loading, but its going to take longer than I thought earlier. Id hoped to have it done by tomorrow morning. Its not likely to be ready until late tomorrow afternoon. I am so sorry. Thats not a problem, Jakob replied before emptying a glass of wine. I advise delaying leaving for Rouxville until early the next day, Fredericks said, pouring more wine for Jakob. So, youll have a day to yourself, said Mrs Frederiks. That suits me, Jakob said. I rarely have spare time because Leo, my partner, believes that idle moments are the ruin of man. But theres no need to spend your day idly Everyone looked at Mrs Frederiks. Take a trip up Cave Mountain. There are wonderful views from the top. Its a long walk, Mama, Hendrina said. He can take one of our horses, said Mr Frederiks. Would that suit you, Jakob? That would be Jakob began. He could go with Nyameko, Hendrina suggested. He knows the way, and can scare off any wild dogs.

Mrs Frederiks moved her head. It was almost imperceptible nod aimed at her husband, but Jakob noticed it, as well as his response: a soundless movement of his lips. Why dont you join them, Hendrina? Mrs Frederiks asked casually. Youve been spending too much time indoors lately. Do you think so, Mama? I do, Henny, and Im sure that Papa would agree. Oh alright then, I suppose I could point out the sights, she added, feigning nonchalance. Mrs Frederiks decided that they couldnt get up to much mischief with Nyameko around. Hell keep an eye on them.