The Hunters. Kat Gordon

felt my stomach lurch – as if I was back at school in one of the rugby games, a bigger boy rushing towards me. So they weren’t married, or at least not to each other.

      ‘What does she say?’ Sylvie asked, smiling.

      ‘That you’re a wicked Madonna, slaying the menfolk and defending the vulnerable.’ He stood up and drew her up after him, slipping his arm around her back. She went slack and seemed to lean into him, raising her eyes to meet his and smiling that slow smile. I felt myself prickle with envy and admiration, but also embarrassment at my misunderstanding. They were the two most beautiful, exciting people in Africa. Marriage would have been too ordinary for them. Of course they were lovers.

      ‘Look at you –’ Freddie said. He lifted his free hand up to Sylvie’s face and ran his thumb across her lips. She made a snapping sound, like she was about to bite it, and he moved it quickly, laughing at her. I looked at my parents. They were both checking their watches, and I hoped it wasn’t time to go.

      ‘Well.’ Freddie bowed his head at my mother. ‘We should leave you to have your supper.’

      My father stood up. ‘Yes – we better eat soon. Paid for the food here all week – don’t want to waste it.’

      Sylvie turned away and I had a sudden dread that we’d never see them again. I took a step forwards. ‘Are you staying at the hotel?’ I asked.

      My parents looked surprised. Freddie and Sylvie looked amused.

      ‘For tonight,’ Freddie said. ‘I’m driving back to African Kirlton tomorrow, but I’ll be in Nairobi again for Race Week.’

      ‘What’s that?’

      ‘One of the highlights of the social calendar here,’ he said. He looked at my parents. ‘It happens over Christmas. I’d be happy to take you around it if you’re interested?’

      I prayed they’d accept.

      ‘Don’t feel like you have to,’ my mother said.

      ‘I don’t,’ Freddie said. He kissed her hand. ‘Good to meet you, Jessie, William, Maud, Theo. I’ll call for you in a week.’

      My mother stood too and they all shook hands.

      ‘Very nice to meet you,’ my father said.

      ‘Nice to meet you too,’ Sylvie said. She came towards me and reached out her hands. For a moment I thought she was going to touch me, and my legs trembled, but she lifted Roderigo out of Maud’s arms instead, then left.

       Chapter Three

      On Friday morning my father said he’d take the afternoon off to show us around Nairobi. By midday the sun was fierce, and the lobby, where we were supposed to meet, was busy. I escaped into the garden and found my mother and Maud already out there. They were with another couple, a tall, dignified-looking man with thinning hair and a bristly moustache, and a slim, serious woman with dark, bobbed hair and a pretty, oval-shaped face. He was probably a little younger than my father, and she was probably a little younger than my mother. They were all standing on the garden path, and the woman was naming the flowers growing in the beds nearby.

      My mother waved me over. ‘This is my eldest,’ she said. ‘Theo, say hello to Sir Edward and Lady Joan Grigg. Sir Edward is the Governor of Kenya.’

      ‘How do you do?’ I said.

      Lady Joan looked me up and down and smiled at my mother. ‘I’m glad we don’t have a daughter,’ she said, which I thought was an odd remark.

      ‘Joanie’s trying to twist your mother’s arm,’ Sir Edward said to me. When he talked his moustache bristled even more. ‘She wants her to help out with the Welfare League she’s going to create.’

      My mother spread her hands helplessly. ‘I don’t know anything about nursing or midwifery. What exactly could I do?’

      ‘Fundraising.’

      ‘I don’t have much experience of that, either.’

      ‘Every woman’s had to extract money from someone at some point,’ Lady Joan said. ‘And it’s a good cause.’ She nodded at me and Maud. ‘You’ve had children of your own. White settlers think the natives don’t feel pain when giving birth, but that’s completely ridiculous. We need to provide proper midwifery training for them.’

      Sir Edward made a show of looking at his wristwatch. ‘I think I’ll head back to Government House. Leave you ladies to discuss the … finer points.’

      ‘No, don’t go,’ Lady Joan said. She turned back to my mother. ‘I won’t force you, of course. Just think about it.’

      ‘Well …’

      ‘She won’t leave you alone now,’ Sir Edward said, laying a hand on his wife’s arm. ‘It’s much easier to give in, believe me.’ He looked at Lady Joan as if he admired her and she rolled her eyes.

      I felt the sun beating down on my head and shoulders, and wondered how much longer we were going to stand around.

      ‘You must come over for supper,’ Lady Joan said. ‘I can put my case across properly.’

      ‘Do you have any wild animals?’ Maud asked.

      ‘I’m afraid not,’ Sir Edward said. ‘We have lots of dogs, though. Do you like dogs? One of our bitches has just got pregnant.’

      ‘I like dogs,’ Maud said solemnly.

      ‘Perhaps we can find a puppy for you,’ Sir Edward said.

      ‘Then it’s decided,’ Lady Joan said. ‘Come around for supper and choose your dog.’

      ‘It’s very kind of you,’ my mother said. ‘But we leave for Naivasha in a few weeks, and of course, there’s Christmas before that …’

      ‘And Race Week,’ I said, suddenly more awake. ‘Freddie’ll be showing us around then.’

      ‘Lord Hamilton?’ Sir Edward asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Did you know him before you came out?’

      ‘We met him the other night,’ my mother said, frowning at me.

      Sir Edward raised his eyebrows. ‘That might be his fastest work yet.’

      ‘I’m sorry?’

      ‘The government officials have a name for that crowd,’ Lady Joan said. ‘The Happy Valley set.’

      My mother looked helpless again. ‘I’m not sure I understand.’

      ‘The “Valley” is because they live in the Wanjohi Valley region. The “Happy” …’ She glanced at Maud and then me. ‘I wouldn’t really like to say.’

      ‘Freddie’s a decent sort,’ Sir Edward said. ‘He takes his farming seriously. And he’s going to be High Constable of Scotland when his father dies. That’ll force him to grow up.’

      ‘I liked him,’ I said.

      ‘He’s very charming,’ Lady Joan said, ‘and you’re very young. But he’s not a good friend to have.’

      I fixed my gaze over her shoulder so I wouldn’t have to look at her properly. I’d changed my mind – she wasn’t pretty at all.

      ‘He’s her third husband,’ she continued. ‘And I’ve heard bad things about their new guests – the de Croÿs. I don’t believe Madame de Croÿ is a good influence.’

      ‘You don’t know her,’ I blurted.

      Lady Joan gave me an odd look.

      ‘We shouldn’t keep you,’