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![]() I had heard a good deal about Lord Ragnall, who, according to all accounts, seemed a kind of Admirable Crichton. Let us call it “Ragnall,” the seat of a baron of that name. (I called it Essex to avoid the place being identified, but really it was one of the neighbouring counties.) During my visit I was taken to see a much finer place, a splendid old castle with brick gateway towers, that had been wonderfully well restored and turned into a most luxurious modern dwelling. While in this country I stayed for a few days with Scroope, or, rather, with his fiancée and her people, at a fine house in Essex. But all this tale is told in “The Holy Flower,” and I only allude to it here, that is at present, to explain how I came to be in England. So sane was he that he pursued what seemed to be an absolutely desperate quest for over twenty years, until, with some humble assistance on my part, he brought it to a curiously successful issue. In another history, called “The Holy Flower,” I have told how I came to England with a young gentleman of the name of Scroope, partly to see him safely home after a hunting accident, and partly to try to dispose of a unique orchid for a friend of mine called Brother John by the white people, and Dogeetah by the natives, who was popularly supposed to be mad, but, in fact, was very sane indeed. Yet in the end it was Hans who killed him. To take a single instance, Harût and Marût were convinced by divination that I, and I only, could kill Jana, which was why they invited me to Kendahland. Of this magic I will make only one remark: If it existed at all, it was by no means infallible. It seems improbable, even impossible, but the reader of future days may judge of this matter for himself.Īlso he can form his opinion as to the religion of the White Kendah and their pretensions to a certain degree of magical skill. Often since then I have wondered if this creature was or was not anything more than a mere gigantic beast of the forest. Now I, Allan Quatermain, come to the story of what was, perhaps, one of the strangest of all the adventures which have befallen me in the course of a life that so far can scarcely be called tame or humdrum.Īmongst many other things it tells of the war against the Black Kendah people and the death of Jana, their elephant god. Continued abuse of our services will cause your IP address to be blocked indefinitely.This online edition was created and published by Global Grey on the 5th June 2023. Please fill out the CAPTCHA below and then click the button to indicate that you agree to these terms. If you wish to be unblocked, you must agree that you will take immediate steps to rectify this issue. If you do not understand what is causing this behavior, please contact us here. If you promise to stop (by clicking the Agree button below), we'll unblock your connection for now, but we will immediately re-block it if we detect additional bad behavior.
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