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“Ah. You were there then? Who is your chief?”
“Tyingoza, Nkose.”
Kendrew had ridden on, leaving me alone with the boy.
“Well then,” I said, “if Tyingoza is your chief you will be safe in telling me the story of your master’s ‘who is no longer here.’”
“Ou! Nkose. The only story I have to tell is what I told to the Amapolise
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