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Ian Macalister looked out over the flame trees that lined the broad avenue that led up to the white washed manor house of his family’s plantation. The Macalister had been in Africa for seven generations now They had hacked out a living from the bush and wrested a profitable coffee plantation from it. Of course it was not only by the sweat of their brow that Flame Tree had grown to what it was, but also by the sweat and the back breaking labor of the Africans that they employed. Macalister thought of them as His people an out moded but quaint hold over from the colonial days. Where Brits Ex-Pat’s had fought tooth and nail against the colony becoming independent and had even gone so far as to break with the crown. The Macalister had stayed true blue to Crown and Country. When the enviable final came most of the planters were more than pleased to let the country fall apart. Let the Kafers run it if they could.
That was not however the view of the Macalister’s. Ian’s father had been a colonel in the Kings African Rifles, and as a KAR Officer he had served with the native black troops. Ian had grown up playing with Sergeant Major Salassy’s son MaCumba. Like his father before him Ian joined the national government had served as the minister of the exchequer under the man who had been his father’s Sergeant Major in the KAR, President Salassy. He had resigned from his office when his childhood friend MaCumba Salassy was declared President and Dictator for life, that was two years ago.
Ian turned over the telegram in his hand that notified him that President MaCumba would be paying him a visit to discuss some irregularities from his time in Office. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket when he saw his wife coming towards him from the Her gardens. She was a stunning beauty and looked more like a girl in her late twenties than a mature woman in her early forties. She had come from a very different background than Ian and her family had to scrape and scrap for everything, if nothing else Mrs. Macalister was a survivor. She had set her cap for Ian and where her family name stood for nothing his on the other hand did. So for her the family’s good name came before all, and was worth any sacrifice. She was indeed a strong woman, if shallow in her out look, if the truth be know she was much stronger than he and the dominate one in their relationship. Though their marriage may not have been a happy one, it was one of social stability. Mrs. Macalister missed the social life of government house and resented her husband’s resignation and the provincial life she was now condemned to.
The great joy of Ian Macalister’s life was his daughter Emily. She had been away at school in England, but now she were coming home, home to Africa and the very though of having his little darling around him brought a smile to Ian Macalister face. Yet Macalister was not the only one looking forward to young Miss Emily Macalister return. A dark twisted smile bowed the lips of President and Dictator for life MaCumba Salassy for he had some very special plans for the young beauty.
MaCumba Salassy took on last long look at Flame Tree Plantation from his presidential Limousine. By now the District Police Commissioner had presented his child hood playmate an offer he could not refuse, to accompany the Commissioner to the Provincial Capital to answer questions about the irregularities of his term as Minister of the Exchequer, or to have his entire family including his sweet little darling daughter taken to Burundi Prison. Ian Macalister smiled as he kissed, Emily and his wife Caroline good-by.
“Not much of a home coming I fear My Darling but I am sure that I shall be home very shortly.”
He put as brave a face as he could on it and yet he knew well that very few survived such an accusation from the dictatorial regime of President MaCumba Salassy. He gave his wife Caroline hand a reassuring little squeeze before stepping into the District Commissioners car.
An hour had passed before MaCumba told his driver to take him to Flame Tree‘s manor house. The Ride was a dusty one. When they pulled up in front of the veranda Salassy’s chauffer, a stunning tall African beauty in a classic form fitting Chauffer’s uniform, riding boots and visor cap, that left little to the imagination, as it accentuated all of her charms. Even Caroline had to admit that the girl was a stunning creature as she held the Limo’s door open for the President and Dictator for life. MaCumba saw Caroline Macalister pacing the veranda wringing her hands.
Your Excellency……
MaCumba listened as Caroline Macalister told him of all that had happened, the accusations against her husband, that he had been taken away by the District Police Commissioner for questioning and what a disgrace it would be if it became know in society circles.
“There, There Caroline….”
MaCumba’s voice was dark, rich, soothing and full of concern for his childhood chum. He found it interesting that Caroline Macalister appeared to be more worried by what society would think than about her husband’s fate.
“ Caroline my dear you know that Officially I can not interfere with a government inquire, but……….”
He let his voice trail off as if considering a possible course of action that might save Ian and the Family’s good name.
“…but perhaps a gesture that would show all the Right People that I put no store in these accusations.”
MaCumba saw a glimmer of hope flare in Caroline’s eyes That somehow the Macalister’s good name and her position in polite society might be saved.
“Tomorrow I am hosting a week long hunt Safari at Flame Bush my hunting preserve. I understand the Emily is back from school in England, why not bring her over,…. I shall invite her to stay for the hunt………..”
There had been whispered, scandalous, roomers about Flame Bush and the Presidents Hunts
“…………..I would invite you to stay as well Caroline but I know that you will be quite busy in arranging a barrister to represent Ian during the inquires ……”
Again a pause as Salassy let the knowledge that the invitation was for Emily alone to become crystal clear in Caroline‘s mind.
“………….I understand that Emily is a gifted student and quite a stunning young beauty. Have her at Flame Bush by noon!!…….”
All pretense of charm was gone now and there was no doubt that the last was a command.
“………….Caroline she will NOT need to pack a bag for the week.”
The silence that hung between them was deafening and as Caroline’s full ripe lips parted to protest the Presidents outrageous suggestion, he pressed a single finger to Caroline Macalister’s lips.
“ I fear that neither you or the Emily would fare well in Burundi Prison Caroline……..Emily is now…..what….20.….and quite a stunning young beauty…Have her at Flame Bush Noon sharp!!!! Caroline.
Ian Macalister looked out over the flame trees that lined the broad avenue that led up to the white washed manor house of his family’s plantation. The Macalister had been in Africa for seven generations now They had hacked out a living from the bush and wrested a profitable coffee plantation from it. Of course it was not only by the sweat of their brow that Flame Tree had grown to what it was, but also by the sweat and the back breaking labor of the Africans that they employed. Macalister thought of them as His people an out moded but quaint hold over from the colonial days. Where Brits Ex-Pat’s had fought tooth and nail against the colony becoming independent and had even gone so far as to break with the crown. The Macalister had stayed true blue to Crown and Country. When the enviable final came most of the planters were more than pleased to let the country fall apart. Let the Kafers run it if they could.
That was not however the view of the Macalister’s. Ian’s father had been a colonel in the Kings African Rifles, and as a KAR Officer he had served with the native black troops. Ian had grown up playing with Sergeant Major Salassy’s son MaCumba. Like his father before him Ian joined the national government had served as the minister of the exchequer under the man who had been his father’s Sergeant Major in the KAR, President Salassy. He had resigned from his office when his childhood friend MaCumba Salassy was declared President and Dictator for life, that was two years ago.
Ian turned over the telegram in his hand that notified him that President MaCumba would be paying him a visit to discuss some irregularities from his time in Office. He folded the note and placed it in his pocket when he saw his wife coming towards him from the Her gardens. She was a stunning beauty and looked more like a girl in her late twenties than a mature woman in her early forties. She had come from a very different background than Ian and her family had to scrape and scrap for everything, if nothing else Mrs. Macalister was a survivor. She had set her cap for Ian and where her family name stood for nothing his on the other hand did. So for her the family’s good name came before all, and was worth any sacrifice. She was indeed a strong woman, if shallow in her out look, if the truth be know she was much stronger than he and the dominate one in their relationship. Though their marriage may not have been a happy one, it was one of social stability. Mrs. Macalister missed the social life of government house and resented her husband’s resignation and the provincial life she was now condemned to.
The great joy of Ian Macalister’s life was his daughter Emily. She had been away at school in England, but now she were coming home, home to Africa and the very though of having his little darling around him brought a smile to Ian Macalister face. Yet Macalister was not the only one looking forward to young Miss Emily Macalister return. A dark twisted smile bowed the lips of President and Dictator for life MaCumba Salassy for he had some very special plans for the young beauty.
MaCumba Salassy took on last long look at Flame Tree Plantation from his presidential Limousine. By now the District Police Commissioner had presented his child hood playmate an offer he could not refuse, to accompany the Commissioner to the Provincial Capital to answer questions about the irregularities of his term as Minister of the Exchequer, or to have his entire family including his sweet little darling daughter taken to Burundi Prison. Ian Macalister smiled as he kissed, Emily and his wife Caroline good-by.
“Not much of a home coming I fear My Darling but I am sure that I shall be home very shortly.”
He put as brave a face as he could on it and yet he knew well that very few survived such an accusation from the dictatorial regime of President MaCumba Salassy. He gave his wife Caroline hand a reassuring little squeeze before stepping into the District Commissioners car.
An hour had passed before MaCumba told his driver to take him to Flame Tree‘s manor house. The Ride was a dusty one. When they pulled up in front of the veranda Salassy’s chauffer, a stunning tall African beauty in a classic form fitting Chauffer’s uniform, riding boots and visor cap, that left little to the imagination, as it accentuated all of her charms. Even Caroline had to admit that the girl was a stunning creature as she held the Limo’s door open for the President and Dictator for life. MaCumba saw Caroline Macalister pacing the veranda wringing her hands.
Your Excellency……
MaCumba listened as Caroline Macalister told him of all that had happened, the accusations against her husband, that he had been taken away by the District Police Commissioner for questioning and what a disgrace it would be if it became know in society circles.
“There, There Caroline….”
MaCumba’s voice was dark, rich, soothing and full of concern for his childhood chum. He found it interesting that Caroline Macalister appeared to be more worried by what society would think than about her husband’s fate.
“ Caroline my dear you know that Officially I can not interfere with a government inquire, but……….”
He let his voice trail off as if considering a possible course of action that might save Ian and the Family’s good name.
“…but perhaps a gesture that would show all the Right People that I put no store in these accusations.”
MaCumba saw a glimmer of hope flare in Caroline’s eyes That somehow the Macalister’s good name and her position in polite society might be saved.
“Tomorrow I am hosting a week long hunt Safari at Flame Bush my hunting preserve. I understand the Emily is back from school in England, why not bring her over,…. I shall invite her to stay for the hunt………..”
There had been whispered, scandalous, roomers about Flame Bush and the Presidents Hunts
“…………..I would invite you to stay as well Caroline but I know that you will be quite busy in arranging a barrister to represent Ian during the inquires ……”
Again a pause as Salassy let the knowledge that the invitation was for Emily alone to become crystal clear in Caroline‘s mind.
“………….I understand that Emily is a gifted student and quite a stunning young beauty. Have her at Flame Bush by noon!!…….”
All pretense of charm was gone now and there was no doubt that the last was a command.
“………….Caroline she will NOT need to pack a bag for the week.”
The silence that hung between them was deafening and as Caroline’s full ripe lips parted to protest the Presidents outrageous suggestion, he pressed a single finger to Caroline Macalister’s lips.
“ I fear that neither you or the Emily would fare well in Burundi Prison Caroline……..Emily is now…..what….20.….and quite a stunning young beauty…Have her at Flame Bush Noon sharp!!!! Caroline.