I don't want a whisper of this to get out before ten o'clock. We've got

to have time. But, Mr Courtney! Curtis was appalled. He stood staring

at Sean and Sean felt the sick little stirring of guilt.

Six men drowned in treacle-thick mud . . . He made an irresolute

gesture with his hands.

We can't -'He stopped and Duff cut in.

they're dead now, and they'll be just as dead when we tell their wives

at ten o'clock. Get going, Curtis. They sold their shares in the Little

Sister within an hour of the start of trading and a week later they

bought them back at half the price. Two months later the Little Sister

was back on full production again.

They split their land at Orange Grove into plots and sold them, all but

a hundred acres and on that they started building a house. Into the

designing of it they poured their combined energy and imagination. With

money Duff seduced the horticulturist of the Capetown Botanical Gardens

and brought him up by express coach. They showed him the land.

Make me a garden, said Duff. The whole hundred acres? Yes. It'll cost

a pretty penny. That is no problem.

The carpets came from Persia, the wood from the Knysna forests and the

marble from Italy. On the gates at the entrance to the main drive they

engraved the wordsAt xanadu did Kublai Khan a stately pleasure dome

decree. As the gardener had predicted, it all cost a pretty penny. Each

afternoon when the Exchange closed they would drive up together and

watch the builders at work.

One day Candy came with them and they showed it off to her like two

small boys.

This will be the ballroom. Sean bowed to her. May I have the pleasure

of this dance? Thank you, sir she curtsied, then swept away on his arm

across the unsanded boards.

This will be the staircase, Duff told her, marble black and white

marble, and there on the main landing in a glass case will be Hradsky's

head, beaLififully mounted with an apple in his mouth. They climbed

laughing up the rough concrete rampThis is Sean's room, the bed is being

made of oak, thick oak to withstand punishment. They trooped with

linked arms down the passage. And this is my room, I was thinking of a

solid gold bath but the builder says it's too heavy and Sean says it's

too vulgar. Look at that view; from here you can see out across the

whole valley. I could he in bed in the mornings and read the prices on

the Exchange floor with a telescope. It's lovely, Candy said dreamily.

You like it?

Oh, yes. It could be your room too. Candy started to blush and then

her face tightened with annoyance. He was right, you are vulgar. She

started for the door and Sean fumbled for his cigars to cover his

embarrassment. With two quicksteps Duff caught her and turned her to

face him. You sweet idiot, that was a proposal! Let me go. Near to

tears she twisted in his hands. I don't think you're funny! Candy, I'm

serious. Will you marry me? The cigar dropped out of Sean's mouth but

he caught it before it hit the ground. Candy was standing very still,

her eyes fastened on Duff's face. Yes or no, will you marry me?

She nodded once slowly and then twice very fast.

Duff looked at Sean over his shoulder. Leave us, laddie.

On the way back to town Candy had regained her voice.

She chattered happily and Duff answered her with his lopsided grin. Sean

hunched morosely in one corner of the carriage. His cigar was burning

unevenly and he threw it out of the window. You'll let me keep the

Victoria rooms, I hope, Candy There was a silence.

What do you mean? asked Duff.

Two's company, Sean answered.

Oh, no, Candy exclaimed. It's your house as well. Duff spoke sharply,

I give it to you, a wedding present.

Oh, shut up, Duff grinned, it's big enough for all of us. Candy crossed

quickly to Sean's seat and put her hand on his shoulder. Please, we've

been together a long time. We'd be lonely without you.

Sean grunted. Please! He'll come, said Duff. Please. Oh, well Sean

frowned ungraciously.

They went racing at Milnerton. Candy with a hat full of ostrich

feathers, Sean and Duff with pearl grey toppers and gold heads on their

canes. You can pay for your wedding gown by putting fifty guineas on

trade Wind! She can't lose -'Duff told Candy. What about Mr Hradsky's

new filly? I've heard she's a good bet, Candy asked and Duff frowned.

You want to go over to the enemy? I thought you and Hradsky were almost

partners Candy twirled her parasol. From the nimours I've heard you

work with him all the time. Mbejane slowed the carriage as they ran into

the crush of pedestrians and coaches outside the Turf Club gates. Well

you've heard wrong both times. His Sun Dancer will never hold trade

Wind over the distance, she's bred too light in the legs. Frenchified

with Huguenot blood; she'll fade within the mile. And as far as Hradsky

being our partner, we throw him an occasional bone. Isn't that right,

Sean? Sean was watching Mbejane's back. The Zulu, in loin clothes only

and his spears laid carefully on the boards at his feet, was handling

the horses with an easy fan:iiliarity.

They cocked their ears back to catch his voice, deep and soft, as he

talked to them.

Isn't that right, Sean? Duff repeated. Of course, agreed Sean vaguely.

You know, I think I'll get Mbejane a livery. He looks out of place in

those skins. Well, some of the other horses from the same stud were

stayers. Sun Honey won the Cape Derby twice and Eclipse showed up the

English stock in the Metropolitan Handicap last year, Candy argued.

i IHuh, Duff smiled his superiority, well, you can take my word for it

that trade Wind will walk the main race today and he'll be back in his

stable before Sun Dancer sees the finishing post. Maroon and gold, the

same as our racing colours, ean muttered thoughtfully. That would go

very wel with his black skin, perhaps a turban with an ostrich feather

in it. What the hell are you talking about?

complained Duff.

livery. Mbejane They left the carriage in the reserved area and went

through to the members grandstand, Candy sailing prettily between her

escorts. Well, Duff, we've got the nicest looking woman here today.

Thank you. Candy smiled up at Sean.

Is that why you keep trying to look down the front of her dress?

challenged Duff.

You filthy-minded beast. Sean was shocked. Don't deny, it, I Candy

teased, but I find it very flattering, you're welcome. They moved

through the throng of butterfly-coloured dresses and stiffly-suited men.

A ripple of greetings moved with them. Morning, Mr Courtney. The

accent was on theMister. How's your trade Wind for the big race? Put

your pants on himHello, Duff, congratulations on your engagement.

Thanks, Jock, it's time you took the plunge as well. They were rich,

they were young, they were handsome and all the world admired them. Sean

felt good, with a

pretty girl on his arm and a friend walking beside him. There's

Hradsky, let's go across and engage in a little hog-baiting, Duff

suggested.

Why do you hate him so much? Candy asked softly. Look at him and

answer your own question. Have you ever seen anything more pompous,

joyless and unlovable? Oh, leave him alone, Duff, don't spoil the day.

Let's go down to the paddock. Come on" Duff steered them across to

where Hradsky and Max were standing alone by the rail of the track.

Salome, Norman, and peace to you also, Maximilian Hradsky nodded and Max

murmured sadly; his lashes touched his cheeks as he blinked. I noticed

you two chatting away and thought I would come across and listen to your

stimulating repartee. He received no answer and went on. I saw your

new filly exercising on the practice track yesterday evening and I said

to myself, Norman's got a girl friend, that's what it is, he's bought a

hack for his lady. But now they tell me you are going to race her. Oh,

Norman, I wish you'd consult me before you do these silly things. You're

an impetuous little devil at times. Mr Hradsky is confident that Sun

Dancer will make a reasonable showing today, Max murmured. I was about

to offer you a side bet, but being a naturally kind-hearted person, I

feel it would be taking an unfair advantage. A small crowd had gathered

round them listening with anticipation. Candy tugged gently at Duff's

elbow trying to lead him away. I thought five hundred guineas would be

acceptable to Norman. Duff shrugged. But let's forget it Hradsky made

a fierce little sign with his hands and Max interpreted smoothly. Mr

Hradsky suggests a thousand. Rash, Norman, extremely rash. Duff

sighed.

But I suppose I must accommodate you. They walked down to the

refreshment pavilion. Candy was quiet awhile, then she said, An enemy

like Mr Hradsky is a luxury that even you two gods can't afford.

Why don't you leave him alone? It's a hobby of Duff's, explained Sean

as they found seats at one of the tables. Waiter, bring us a bottle of

Poi Roger. Before the big race they went down to the paddock. A

steward opened the wicket gate for them and they passed into the ring of

circling horses. A gnome in silk of maroon and gold came to meet them

and touched his cap then stood awkwardly, fingering his whip. He looks

good this morning, sir. The little man nodded at trade Wind. There was

a dark patch of sweat on the horse's shoulder and he mouthed the

snaffle, lifting his feet delicately. Once he snorted and rolled his

eyes in mock terror. He's got an edge on him, sir, eager kind of, if

you follow me.

I want you to win, Harry, said Duff. So do I, sir, I'll do my best.

There's a thousand guineas for you if you do. A thousand the jockey

repeated on an outgoing breath.

Duff looked across to where Hradsky and Max were standing talking to

their trainer. He caught Hradsky's eye glanced significantly at

Hradsky's honey-coloured filly and shook his head sympathetically.

Win for me, Harry, he said softly.

That I will, sir!

The groom led the big stallion across to them and Sean flicked the

jockey up into the saddle. Good luck. Harry settled his cap and

gathered up the reins; he winked at Sean, his hobgoblin face wrinkling

in a grin. There's no better luck than a thousand guineas, sir, if you

follow me. Come on. Duff caught Candy's arm. Let's get a place at the

rail. They hustled her out of the paddock and across the members

enclosure. The rail was crowded but a place opened for them

respectfully and no one jostled them. I can't understand you two, Candy

laughed breathlessly. You make an extravagant bet, then you fix it so

you can get nothing even if you win Money's not the problem, Duff

assured her. He won that much from me at Klabejas last night, Sean

commented. If trade Wind beats the filly his prize will be the look on

Hradsky's face, the loss of a thousand guineas will hurt him like a kick

between the legs. The horses came parading past, stepping high next to

the grooms who held them, then they turned free and cantered back,

dancing sideways, throwing their heads, shining in the sunlight like the

bright silk upon their backs. They moved away round the curve of the

track.

The crowd rustled with excitement, a bookmaker's voice carried over the

buzz. Twenty-to-one bar two. Sun Dancer at fives. trade Wind even

money. Duff showed his teeth as he smiled. That's right, you tell the

people. Candy twisted her gloves nervously and looked up at Sean. You

there in the grandstand, can you see what they're doing? They're in line

now, moving up together, it looks as though they'll get away first time,

Sean told her without taking his binoculars from his eyes. Yes, there

they go they're away! Tell me, tell me, commanded Candy, pounding

Sean's shoulder.

qiarryls showing in front already, can you see the filly, Duff VI saw a

flash of green in the pack, yes, there she is lying sixth or seventh.

What horse is that next to trade Wind? That's Hamilton's gelding, don't

worry about him, he won't last to the turn. The frieze of horses, their

heads going like hammers and the dust lifting pale and thin behind them,

were framed by the guide rail and the white mine dumps beyond them. Like

a string of dark beads they moved up the back stretch and then bunched

in the straight. trade Wind's still there, I think he's making ground

the gelding's finished and no sign of the filly yet. Yes! There she

is, Duff, wide on the outside. She's moving up. Come on, my darling

-'Duff half whispered. Let's see you foot it now. She's clear of the

pack, she's coming up, Duff, she's coming up fast, Sean warned.

Come on, trade Wind, hold her off, Duff pleaded. Keep her there, boy.

The pounding of the hooves reached them now, a sound like distant surf,

but rising sharply. The colours showed, emerald green above a honey

skin and maroon and gold leading on the bay.

trade Wind, come on trade Wind, shrieked Candy.

Her hat flopped over her eyes as she hopped; she ripped it off

impatiently and her hair tumbled to her shoulders. She's catching him,

Duff! Give him the whip, Harry, for Christ's sake, the whip, man. The

hoof beats crescendoed, thundered up to them, then passed. The filly's

nose was at Harry's boot, creeping steadily forward, now level with

trade Wind's heaving shoulder. The whip, God damn you, screamed Duff,

give him the whip. Harry's right arm moved, fast as a mamba, crack,

crack; they heard the whip above the howling crowd, above the drumming

of hooves and the bay jumped at its sting. Like a pair in harness the

two horses swept over the finishing line.

Who won? Candy asked as though she were in pain.

I couldn't see, damn it Duff answered. Nor could I - Sean took out his

handkerchief and wiped his forehead. That didn't do my heart any good

as Francois would say. Have a cigar, Duff. Thanks, I need one.

Everyone in the crowd was turned to face the board above the judges box

and an uneasy silence held them. Why do they take such a long time to

make up their minds? complained Candy. I'm so upset that I can only

last a minute before I visit the Ladies Room.

The numbers are going up, shouted Sean. Who is it? Candy jumped to try

and see over the heads of the crowd then stopped hurriedly with an

expression of alarm on her face. Number Sixteen, bellowed Duff and Sean

together, it's trade Wind! Sean punched Duff in the chest and Duff

leaned over and snapped Sean's cigar in half. Then they caught Candy

between them and hugged her. She let out a careful shriek and fought

her way out of their arms. Excuse me, she said and fled. Let me buy

you a drink. Sean lit the mutilated stump of his cigar. No, it's my

honour, I insist. Duff took his arm and they walked with big satisfied

grins towards the pavilion.

Hradsky was sitting at one of the tables with Max. Duff walked up

behind him, lifted his top hat off his head with one hand and with the

other ruffled Hradsky's few remaining hairs. Never mind, Norman, you

can't win all the time. Hradsky turned slowly. He retrieved his hat and

smoothed back his hair, his eyes glittered yellow.

He's going to talk, whispered Duff excitedly.

agree with you, Mr Charleywood, you can't win all the time, said Norman

Hradsky. It came out quite clearly with only a small catch on the Vs',

they were always difficult letters for him. He stood up, put his hat

back on his head and walked away. I will have a cheque delivered to

your office early on Monday morning, Max told them quietly without

taking his eyes off the table. Then he stood up and followed Hradsky.

Sean came through from the bathroom, his beard in wild disorder and a

bath-towel round his waist. The famous Duke of York He had ten thousand

men He marched them up to the top of the hill And he marched them down

again. He sang as he poured bay nirn from a cut-glass bottle into his

cupped hands and rubbed it into his hair. Duff sat in one of the gilt

chairs watching him. Sean combed his hair carefully then smiled at

himself in the mirror.

You magnificent creature, Sean told his reflection.

You're getting fat Duff granted.

Sean looked hurt. It's muscle. You've got a backside on you like a

hippopotamus Sean removed his towel and turned his back to the mirror;

he surveyed it over his shoulder.