Part 2 (5)

The noise at the egress woke up Lungelo and made him jump off the couch, for the decibels were a bit high.

His Master Mr. Paddy blenched as well and nearly lost his balance on the stool. He then asked with a big voice who was at the other side of the door, though he suspected it was the young man with the bike.

The knocker responded with a smaller vocal timbre that he was Siyabonga. With a movement of the head, Mr. Paddy ordered Lungelo to open the door, which he hastened to do.

The youngster was standing straight on the step. Unaware his knocking had somewhat frightened the log cabin's occupants, Siyabonga who was in a happy mood, invited them to follow him outside without excusing himself.

The baron preferred to not hold any grudges, for Siyabonga despite his non-refined manners was a man of great kindness who came to help them out.

Mr. Paddy gently carried his sleeping heir and went out of the shelter accompanied by his servant Lungelo. And as they set foot on the road, they were pleasantly surprised by Siyabonga's unexpected choice of transportation means.

The young man had indeed brought with him a can of fuel, however, instead of the two-wheelers, the container was laid at the back of a white and scintillating Jeep.

Siyabonga had changed the bike for a five-seat car, so he could easily take the Manyakane visitors to their low-fuelled 1961 black Jaguar E-type parked one kilometer away in the north.

The special care of the young man increased the esteem the landlord had for him. Mr. Paddy was so thrilled he insisted that Siyabonga come with them to the manor house for dinner.

The youngster told the landlord he would surely be pleased to pay them a visit and feast together.

Yet, he had promised his neighbor, an old man and owner of the Jeep, that he would bring back the vehicle right away after he was done assisting them.

He couldn't thus travel to Mankayane that very same night but he would surely do the next day morning.

Siyabonga hopped in the driver's seat while Mr. Paddy with his newborn in his arms took the front passenger's seat and Lungelo sat in the rear seat.

The youngster started off the Jeep and rolled in the poorly lit halfway. In a very short time, he reached Mr. Paddy's Jaguar.

They got out of the Jeep and Siyabonga grabbed the can of fuel from the trunk. He walked up to the Jaguar with Lungelo who unlocked the tank.

The youngster poured the carburant inside the sports car as Lungelo mounted in the driver's seat.

The cylinder refilled, the middle-aged man switched on the contact and the mild purr of the engine made happy his Master Mr. Paddy who had been watching them attentively fix his favorite automobile.

The baron thanked Siyabonga once again for saving them from a chaotic fate and confessed to him that thanks to his bike he unknowingly participated in casting out a spell that a wicked spirit had placed upon him, his heir, and his properties.

The revelation of the conjuration just made the young man even more confused. Like the first time when they met on the coast of the Ngwempisi river and Mr. Paddy told him he had just saved the world, Siyabonga looked at the landlord in a way that showed he waited for more detail.

And once again, Mr. Paddy replied he would give the full length of the story around a lunch table in his manor house and expected the young man to be there as pledged tomorrow by noon.

Siyabonga confirmed that he wouldn't miss the appointment provided that the gods of Swaziland granted him once again another chance to still be alive at the next sunrise.

Everything was now back on track and it was time for the two men to part ways. Siyabonga boarded the white Jeep and drove back to his residence in the south.

Mr. Paddy embarked in the 1961 Jaguar E-type with his newborn. The door of the four-wheeler shut, his driver Lungelo maneuvered the steering wheel, made a U-turn to the north and rolled back carefully to Mankayane.