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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHE *** She by H. Rider Haggard First Published 1886.
IN EARTH AND SKIE AND SEA
STRANGE THYNGS THER BE

Doggerel couplet from the Sherd of Amenartas

Contents INTRODUCTION I. MY VISITOR II. THE YEARS ROLL BY III. THE SHERD OF AMENARTAS IV. THE SQUALL V. THE HEAD OF THE ETHIOPIAN VI. AN EARLY CHRISTIAN CEREMONY VII. USTANE SINGS VIII. THE FEAST, AND AFTER! IX. A LITTLE FOOT X. SPECULATIONS XI. THE PLAIN OF KΓ”R XII. β€œSHE” XIII. AYESHA UNVEILS XIV. A SOUL IN HELL XV. AYESHA GIVES JUDGMENT XVI. THE TOMBS OF KΓ”R XVII. THE BALANCE TURNS XVIII. β€œGO, WOMAN!” XIX. β€œGIVE ME A BLACK GOAT!” XX. TRIUMPH XXI. THE DEAD AND LIVING MEET XXII. JOB HAS A PRESENTIMENT XXIII. THE TEMPLE OF TRUTH XXIV. WALKING THE PLANK XXV. THE SPIRIT OF LIFE XXVI. WHAT WE SAW XXVII. WE LEAP XXVIII. OVER THE MOUNTAIN

I inscribe this history to
ANDREW LANG
in token of personal regard
and of
my sincere admiration
for his learning and his works

SHE
INTRODUCTION

In giving to the world the record of what, looked at as an adventure only, is I suppose one of the most wonderful and mysterious experiences ever undergone by mortal men, I feel it incumbent on me to explain what my exact connection with it is. And so I may as well say at once that I am not the narrator but only the editor of this extraordinary history, and then go on to tell how it found its way into my hands.

Some years ago I, the editor, was stopping with a friend, β€œvir doctissimus et amicus neus,” at a certain University, which for the purposes of this history we will call Cambridge, and was one day much struck with the appearance of two persons whom I saw going arm-in-arm down the street. One of these gentlemen was I think, without exception, the handsomest young fellow I have ever seen. He was very tall, very broad, and had a look of power and a grace of bearing that seemed as native to him as it is to a wild stag. In addition his face was almost without flawβ€”a good face as well as a beautiful one, and when he lifted his hat, which he did just then to a passing lady, I saw that his head was covered with little golden curls growing close to the scalp.

β€œGood gracious!” I said to my friend, with whom I was walking, β€œwhy, that fellow looks like a statue of Apollo come to life. What a splendid man he is!”

β€œYes,” he answered, β€œhe is the handsomest man in the University, and one of the nicest too. They call him β€˜the Greek god’; but look at the other one, he’s Vincey’s (that’s the god’s name) guardian, and supposed to be full of every kind of information. They call him β€˜Charon.’” I looked, and found the older man quite as interesting in his way as the glorified specimen of humanity at his side. He appeared to be about forty years of age, and was I think as ugly as his companion was handsome. To begin with, he was shortish, rather bow-legged, very deep chested, and with unusually long arms. He had dark hair and small eyes, and the hair grew right down on his forehead, and his whiskers grew right up to his hair, so that there was uncommonly little of his countenance to be seen. Altogether he reminded me forcibly of a gorilla, and yet there was something very pleasing and genial about the man’s eye. I remember saying that I should like to know him.

β€œAll right,” answered my friend, β€œnothing easier. I know Vincey; I’ll introduce you,” and he did, and for some minutes we stood chattingβ€”about the Zulu people, I think, for I had just returned from the Cape at the time. Presently, however, a stoutish lady, whose name I do not remember, came along the pavement, accompanied by a pretty fair-haired girl, and these two Mr. Vincey, who clearly knew them well, at once joined, walking off in their company. I remember being rather amused because of the change in the expression of the elder man, whose name I discovered was Holly, when he saw the ladies advancing. He suddenly stopped short in his talk, cast a reproachful look at his companion, and, with an abrupt nod to myself, turned and marched off alone across the street. I heard afterwards that he was popularly supposed to be as much afraid of a woman as most people are of a mad dog, which accounted for his precipitate retreat. I cannot say, however, that young Vincey showed much aversion to feminine society on this occasion. Indeed I remember laughing, and remarking to my friend at the time that he was not the sort of man whom it would be desirable to introduce to the lady one was going to marry, since it was exceedingly probable that the acquaintance would end in a transfer of her affections. He was altogether too good-looking, and, what is more, he had none of that consciousness and conceit about him which usually afflicts handsome men, and makes them deservedly disliked by their fellows.

That same evening my visit came to an end, and this was the last I saw or heard of β€œCharon” and β€œthe Greek god” for many a long day. Indeed, I have never seen either of them from that hour to this, and do not think it probable that I shall. But a month ago I received a letter and two packets, one of manuscript, and on opening the first found that it was signed by β€œHorace Holly,” a name that at the moment was not familiar to me. It ran as follows:β€”

β€œβ€”β€” College, Cambridge, May 1, 18β€”

β€œMy dear Sir,β€”You will be surprised, considering the very slight nature of our acquaintance, to get a letter from me. Indeed, I think I had better begin by reminding you that we once met, now some five years ago, when I and my ward Leo Vincey were introduced to you in the street at Cambridge. To be brief and come to my business. I have recently read with much interest a book of yours describing a Central African adventure. I take it that this book is partly true, and partly an effort of the imagination. However this may be, it has given me an idea. It happens, how you will see in the accompanying manuscript (which together with the Scarab, the β€˜Royal Son of the Sun,’ and the original sherd, I am sending to you by hand), that my ward, or rather my adopted son Leo Vincey and myself have recently passed through a real African adventure, of a nature so much more marvellous than the one which you describe, that to tell the truth I am almost ashamed to submit it to you lest you should disbelieve my tale. You will see it stated in this manuscript that I, or rather we, had made up our minds not to make this history public during our joint lives. Nor should we alter our determination were it not for a circumstance which has recently arisen. We are for reasons that, after perusing this manuscript, you may be able to guess, going away again this time to Central Asia where, if anywhere upon this earth, wisdom is to be found, and we anticipate that our sojourn there will be a long one. Possibly we shall not return. Under these altered conditions it has become a question whether we are justified in withholding from the world an account of a phenomenon which we believe to be of unparalleled interest, merely because our private life is involved, or because we are afraid of ridicule and doubt being cast upon our statements. I hold one view about this matter, and Leo holds another, and finally, after much discussion, we have come to a compromise, namely, to send the history to you, giving you full leave to publish it if you think fit, the only stipulation being that you shall disguise our real names, and as much concerning our personal identity as is consistent with the maintenance of the bona fides of the narrative.

β€œAnd now what am I to say further? I really do not know beyond once

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