Luckily he was saved from having to do so by his father. For once Ouwa did not seem to find it necessary to support Lammie as he always did, even in the smallest things. It was as if his mind, through pain and sickness, was working in a dimension where things like ‘being late’ or ‘in time’ were no longer important. He merely looked up from his own cover and tried hard to adopt a certain ironic insouciance which was his favourite pose for containing his affection for François. He then started teasing him in that slightly pedagogic way that involuntarily came to him when confronted with anybody young, even someone so familiar as Franjois. ‘What of the bush, oh hunter?’ he asked in a voice taut with effort and pain. ‘Is it true, this enormous lie that has preceded your coming? Have you really succeeded in killing an outsize leopard?’ Grateful as François was for the question he was, as always, somewhat put out by his father’s teasing.
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