First I made sure, but he was telling the truth. ‘Lie on your belly.’ I sat down with my back against the front of the pick-up, between them.
‘All right, then, talk.’
‘What do you want to know?’ asked Branca.
‘Everything.’
‘You said you knew everything.’
‘Tell me anyway.’
It was Stef Moller who began. ‘The sangoma and the vulture poachers were a mistake,’ he said.
‘You call that a mistake?’
‘We have rules. Principles. Murder is not part of them.’
‘We?’
‘Hb. Capital “H”, small letter “b”, no point in between.
‘What is
‘The local paper in Nelspruit. They printed it as capital “H”, point, capital “B”, point. That’s why they talk about the Honey Badgers.’
‘But Hb stands for haemoglobin?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
‘For many reasons. Haemoglobin is in our blood, in the animals’ too. It carries oxygen. We need it, the planet needs it. It is the opposite of carbon dioxide. It is invisible to the eye. It has four parts. So do we.’
‘And they are?’
‘Conservation, combat, communication and organisation.’
‘You sound like the Voortrekker Movement. Or the Broeder-bond.’
‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Why are you telling me this, Stef?’
‘You said you know everything,’ he said with extreme patience. ‘Now you know we won’t lie to you.’
‘The sangoma thing. It was you.’
‘It was Cobie.’
‘Cobie is one of you.’
‘Cobie got carried away. He’s unstable. We realised that too late.’
‘You lied to Emma about Jacobus. Both of you.’
‘Not about everything.’
‘Tell me from the beginning, Stef, so I can understand which parts you lied about.’
‘Can I sit up?’
I considered and then said, ‘You can both sit, but over there. I want to see your hands.’
They shifted two metres back and sat with their hands on their knees.
‘Talk,’ I said.
Moller’s eyes began to blink behind the thick glasses. ‘He started working for me in 1994, as I told Emma.’
‘Yes?’
‘I … We, Cobie and I, shared the same concerns. About ecology, conservation, the threats.’
‘Wait, slow down. Where did he come from?’
‘From Swaziland.’
‘But he wasn’t born there. He didn’t grow up there.’
‘That’s what he told me.’
‘You’re lying, Stef.’
‘Cobie de Villiers is not Emma le Roux’s brother.’
‘You’re lying.’
‘I swear.’
‘Before God,’ I said sarcastically, but Moller didn’t get it.
‘Yes,’ he said solemnly. ‘Before God.’
‘Go on.’
‘When Cobie worked for me, we talked every single day for more than three years. We talked about the environment. Some times all night. Someone had to do something, Lemmer. I want you to understand one thing, we are not political, we are not racist, and we serve only one thing. Our natural heritage.’
‘Spare me the propaganda, Stef. Tell me about Cobie.’
‘That’s what I’m doing. Hb is Cobie. It’s what he lives for. It’s all he lives for. You have to understand that. When they poisoned those vultures, it was as though someone had murdered Cobie’s family.’
He saw me shake my head and said, ‘I’m not condoning Cobie’s behaviour. I’m just trying to explain that his intentions were good. He and I started Hb. We were very careful. At first we were only seven or so, five in Mpumalanga, two in Limpopo. We were informal, it was only communication to start with, the exchange of ideas. It’s a funny thing, Lemmer. Every month someone would join. Everyone said talking would not help any more. Something would have to be done, because we live in a world where people are everything and nature is nothing. Nobody talks about nature’s rights. Everything is going backwards. That’s how it started. Then Cobie disappeared. We were just getting organised. I couldn’t understand it. He was more driven than I am, he felt more strongly, put more energy into it, and suddenly he was just gone. To this day, I don’t know where he went. Three years later he turned up at Mogale. Maybe Donnie should tell you the rest.’
‘When Cobie left you, did Hb survive?’
‘It’s bigger than one individual. When Cobie disappeared, there were more than thirty of us. All across the country. In the Kalahari, KwaZulu, the Karoo. But we were only focused on conservation, communication and organisation. We only added combat in 2001, when we realised that we had no choice.’
‘But all that is happening, Stef, without the need for secret societies. What about WWF and Greenpeace? Why didn’t you join up with Greenpeace?’
He sighed deeply. ‘You don’t get it, do you,’ he said.
Branca couldn’t stay quiet. ‘We told you, Frank and I. It’s chaos.’
‘A few land claims and a golf estate don’t sound like chaos to me.’
Branca made a gesture of futility. Stef Moller sighed and said, ‘That’s just the ears of the hippo. A million species, Lemmer. Do you know how many that is? How many animals and plants it represents? Have you any idea? That’s how many are going to go extinct in the next forty years, just from global warming.’
I had heard this old wives’ tale before. I shook my head in disbelief.
‘You can shake your head. You’re just like the rest of mankind. You don’t want to believe it. But someone must, because it’s a fact.’
‘And you’re going to stop global warming by sending letters and shooting dogs?’
‘No. We do what we can, here. We can only try to prepare for the mess that’s coming.’
‘Tell me about Cobie. In 2000 he turns up again suddenly. This time at Mogale. With Wolhuter.’
‘Yes.’
‘Where had he been?’
‘I don’t know. He wouldn’t say.’
‘Stef, I don’t believe you.’
‘Truth is stranger than fiction, Lemmer,’ said Donnie Branca. ‘We’re not lying. Cobie started working for Frank and he and I talked. He was very careful. It took nearly six months before he started to recruit me for Hb. Only then did he ask me to take a message to Stef. He asked me to tell Stef that he couldn’t talk about where he was, that he was sorry, but he had to protect Hb, that was why he went back to Swaziland.’
‘But Frank Wolhuter didn’t want to be part of Hb.’
‘We tried. Frank was old school. He was a game ranger in Natal. He worked within the system, didn’t see the necessity of, shall we say, alternative action. We tried, but Frank believed our work at Mogale was good enough. We never told him directly about Hb, because we could sense that he wouldn’t condone it.’
‘I thought so. Let me tell you what happened, Donnie, when Emma showed you and Frank the photo of Cobie.
