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Allan Quatermain

Chapter 8 VIII ALPHONSE EXPLAINS

Word Count: 3853    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

honse since the moment, some twenty minutes before-for though this fight has taken a long while to describe, it did n

luded that he must have survived, and walked down the side of the kraal where we had first taken our stand, calling him by name. Now some fifteen paces back from the kraa

, as I walked down t

' answered a vo

could see nobody.

monsieur,

arge mustachios, one clipped short and the other as lamentably out of curl as the tail of a newly whipped pug. Then, for the first time,

sly; 'quite finished? Ah, the horrors I hav

,' I said, for I did not fee

prayers have prevailed?

ve finished him then and there had I not, just as Alphonse made a last agonized double in the vain hope of avoiding the yard of steel that was flashing in his immediate rear, managed to plant a bullet between the Elmoran's broad shoulders, which brought matters to a satisfactory conclusion so far as the Frenchman was concerned. But just then he tripped and fell flat, and the body of the Masai fell right on the top of him, moving convulsively in

he yelled. 'I am murdered

wound. Then the truth dawned on m

p. Aren't you ashamed of yo

getically; 'I did not know that I had conquered.' Then, giving the body of the Masai a ki

I saw was Mackenzie, seated on a stone with a handkerchief twisted round his thigh, from which he was bleeding freely, having, indeed, received a spear-thrust that passed right thr

and, 'It fashes me sair to have bent my best carver on the breastbone of a savage,' and he laughed hysterically. Poor fellow, what between his wound and the killing excitement he had undergone his ner

ont of this entrance, on a space which had been cleared of dead and of the shields and spears which were scattered in all directions as they had fallen or been thrown from the hands of their owners, stood and lay the survivors of the awful struggle, and at their feet were four wounded men. We had gone into the fight thirty strong, and of the thirty but fifteen remained alive, and five of them (including Mr Mackenzie) were wounded, two mortally. Of those who held the entrance, Curtis and the Zulu alone remained. Good

r have I seen a better, or one more bravely fought. As for this iron shirt, surely it is "tagati" [bewitched]; nothing could pi

art a brave man,' sa

ompliment. 'Thou, too, Incubu, didst bear thyself as a man, but I mu

wounded as could be moved at the moment with us, we slowly made our way towards the Mission-house, spent with toil and bloodshed, but with the glorious sense of victory against over

he shrieked out, and covered her face with her hands, crying, 'Horrible, horrible!' Nor were her fears allayed when she discovered her worthy husband being borne upon an improvized stretcher; but her doubts as to the nature of his injur

rmain; you have saved my chi

th, and what a luxury it was! And having clad ourselves in ordinary clothes, proceeded to the dining-room, where breakfast was set as usual. It was curious sitting down there, drinking tea and eating toast in an ordinary nineteenth-century sort of way just as though we had not employed the early hours in a regular primitive hand-to-hand Middle-Ages kind of struggle. As Good said, the whole th

ysterically; 'I shall never forget his face as he we

gh the livelong night utterly ignorant as to whether or not any attempt was to be made to rescue her. She said that on the whole she did not expect it, knowing how few of us, and how many of the Masai-who, by the way, came continually to stare at her, most of them never having seen a white person before, and handled her arms and hair with their filthy paws. She said also that she had made up her mind that if she saw no signs of succour by the time the first rays of the rising sun reached the kraal she would kill herself with the pistol, for the nurse had heard the Lygonani say that they we

t and repulsive birds, and marvelled at the extraordinary speed with which they arrive on a scene of slaughter. A buck falls to your rifle, and within a minute high in the blue ether appears a speck that gradually grows into a vulture, then another, and another. I have heard many theories advanced to account for the wonderful power of perception nature has given these birds. My own, founded on a good deal of observation, is that the vultures, gifted as they are with powers of sight greater than those given by the most powerful glass, quarter out the heavens among themselves, and hanging in

, as he was generally allowed to possess the best voice and most impressive manner. It was melancholy in the extreme, but, as Good said, it migh

it into the Tana. From this it was evident that very few of the Masai could have escaped. The crocodiles must have been well fed that night. One of the last bodies we picked up was that of the sentry at the upper end. I asked Good how he managed to kill him

nse had secreted himself in the morning. It so happened that the little man himself was with us assisting in our unpleasant task with a far better will than he had shown where live Masai were concerned. Indeed, for each body that he handled he found an appropriate sarcasm. Alphonse throwing Masai into the Tana was a very different creature from Alphonse flying for dear life from t

y best French the unheard-of cowardice and enormity of his conduct, more especially in letting the oiled rag out of his mouth, whereby he n

were not chattering from fear-oh, dear no! oh, certainly not! he marvelled how the 'messieurs' could think of such a thing-but from the chill air of the morning. As for the rag, if monsieur could have but tasted its evil flavour, being compounded indeed of

into the hollow tree?' asked Sir Henry,

of my heroic grandfather! In short, I was mad! I was a warrior indeed! But then in my heart I heard a small voice: "Alphonse," said the voice, "restrain thyself, Alphonse! Give not way to this evil passion! These men, though black, are brothers! And thou wouldst slay them? Cruel Alphonse!" The voice was right. I knew it; I was about to perpetrate the most horrible cruelties: to wound! to massacre! to tear limb from limb! And how restrain myself? I looked round; I saw the tree, I perce

Henry, with a shout of laughter, and giving Alphonse a

ough unqualified doctor, was treating him for. He told me that this occurrence had taught him a lesson, and that, if he recovered sa

through it at the time; but thanks be to God and you four, we have lived through it, and I mean to stick to my resolution, lest a worse thing befall us. Another such time would kill my poor wife. And besides, Quatermain, between you and me, I am well off; it is thirty thousand pounds I am worth to

g her kind. The other is, that as sure as I am standing here, sooner or later the Masai will try to avenge the slaughter inflicted on them today. Two or three men are sure to have escaped the confusion who will carry the story back to their people, and the result will be tha

'I will turn my back upon this place in a month

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Allan Quatermain
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“Allan Quartermain is a sequel to the famous novel King Solomon's Mines. Quatermain has lost his only son and longs to get back into the wilderness. Having persuaded Sir Henry Curtis, Captain John Good, and the Zulu chief Umbopa to accompany him, they set out from the coast of east Africa, this time in search of a white race reputed to live north of Mount Kenya. They survive fierce encounters with Masai warriors, undergo a terrifying subterranean journey, and discover a lost civilization before being caught up in a passionate love-triangle that engulfs the country in a ferocious civil war. This novel is based on author's own experience in the African continent. Excerpt: 'I have just buried my boy, my poor handsome boy of whom I was so proud, and my heart is broken. It is very hard having only one son to lose him thus, but God's will be done. Who am I that I should complain? The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late it does not matter when, in the end, it crushes us all. We do not prostrate ourselves before it like the poor Indians; we fly hither and thither we cry for mercy; but it is of no use, the black Fate thunders on and in its season reduces us to powder. 'Poor Harry to go so soon! just when his life was opening to him. He was doing so well at the hospital, he had passed his last examination with honours, and I was proud of them, much prouder than he was, I think. And then he must needs go to that smallpox hospital. He wrote to me that he was not afraid of smallpox and wanted to gain the experience; and now the disease has killed him, and I, old and grey and withered, am left to mourn over him, without a chick or child to comfort me. I might have saved him, too-I have money enough for both of us, and much more than enough-King Solomon's Mines provided me with that; but I said, "No, let the boy earn his living, let him labour that he may enjoy rest." But the rest has come to him before the labour. Oh, my boy, my boy!”
1 Chapter 1 I THE CONSUL'S YARN2 Chapter 2 II THE BLACK HAND3 Chapter 3 III THE MISSION STATION4 Chapter 4 IV ALPHONSE AND HIS ANNETTE5 Chapter 5 V UMSLOPOGAAS MAKES A PROMISE6 Chapter 6 VI THE NIGHT WEARS ON7 Chapter 7 VII A SLAUGHTER GRIM AND GREAT8 Chapter 8 VIII ALPHONSE EXPLAINS9 Chapter 9 IX INTO THE UNKNOWN10 Chapter 10 X THE ROSE OF FIRE11 Chapter 11 XI THE FROWNING CITY12 Chapter 12 XII THE SISTER QUEENS13 Chapter 13 VENDI PEOPLE14 Chapter 14 XIV THE FLOWER TEMPLE15 Chapter 15 XV SORAIS' SONG16 Chapter 16 XVI BEFORE THE STATUE17 Chapter 17 XVII THE STORM BREAKS18 Chapter 18 XVIII WAR! RED WAR!19 Chapter 19 XIX A STRANGE WEDDING20 Chapter 20 XX THE BATTLE OF THE PASS21 Chapter 21 XXI AWAY! AWAY!22 Chapter 22 XXII HOW UMSLOPOGAAS HELD THE STAIR23 Chapter 23 XXIII I HAVE SPOKEN24 Chapter 24 XXIV BY ANOTHER HAND