Marais.

Of this Marie I never heard him speak, save once. I remember that on a certain occasion—it was that of a garden fête for a local charity—I was standing by Quatermain when someone introduced to him a young girl who was staying in the neighborhood and had distinguished herself by singing very prettily at the fête. Her surname I forget, but her Christian name was Marie. He started when he heard it, and asked if she were French. The young lady answered No, but only of French extraction through her grandmother, who also was called Marie.

"Indeed?" he said. "Once I knew a maiden not unlike you who was also of French extraction and called Marie. May you prove more fortunate in life than she was, though better or nobler you can never be," and he bowed to her in his simple, courtly fashion, then turned away. Afterwards, when we were alone, I asked him who was this Marie of whom he had spoken to the young lady. He paused a little, then answered:

"She was my first wife, but I beg you not to speak of her to me or to anyone else, for I cannot bear to hear her name. Perhaps you will learn all about her one day." Then, to my grief and astonishment, he broke into something like a sob and abruptly left the room.

After reading the record of this Marie I can well understand why he was so moved. I print it practically as it left his hands.

There are other MSS. also, one of which, headed "Child of Storm," relates the moving history of a beautiful and, I fear I must add, wicked Zulu girl named Mameena who did much evil in her day and went unrepentant from the world.

Another, amongst other things, tells the secret story of the causes of the defeat of Cetewayo and his armies by the English in 1879, which happened not long before Quatermain met Sir Henry Curtis and Captain Good.

These three narratives are, indeed, more or less connected with each other. At least, a certain aged dwarf, called Zikali, a witch-doctor and an terrible man, has to do with all of them, although in the first, "Marie," he is only vaguely mentioned in connection with the massacre of Retief, whereof he was doubtless the primary instigator. As "Marie" comes first in chronological order, and was placed on the top of the pile by its author, I publish it first. With the others I hope to deal later on, as I may find time and opportunity.

But the future must take care of itself. We cannot control it, and its events are not in our hand. Meanwhile, I hope that those who in their youth have read of King Solomon's Mines and Zuvendis, and perhaps some others who are younger, may find as much of interest in these new chapters of the autobiography of Allan Quatermain as I have done myself.

CONTENTS

DEDICATION

PREFACE

EDITOR'S NOTE

CHAPTER I.   ALLAN LEARNS FRENCH

CHAPTER II.   THE ATTACK ON MARAISFONTEIN

CHAPTER III.   THE RESCUE

CHAPTER IV.   HERNANDO PEREIRA

CHAPTER V.   THE SHOOTING MATCH

CHAPTER VI.   THE PARTING

CHAPTER VII.   ALLAN'S CALL

CHAPTER VIII.   THE CAMP OF DEATH

CHAPTER IX.   THE PROMISE

CHAPTER X.   VROUW PRINSLOO SPEAKS HER MIND

CHAPTER XI.   THE SHOT IN THE KLOOF

CHAPTER XII.   DINGAAN'S BET

CHAPTER XIII.   THE REHEARSAL

CHAPTER XIV.   THE PLAY

CHAPTER XV.   RETIEF ASKS A FAVOUR

CHAPTER XVI.   THE COUNCIL

CHAPTER XVII.   THE MARRIAGE

CHAPTER XVIII.      THE TREATY

CHAPTER XIX.   DEPART IN PEACE

CHAPTER XX.   THE COURT-MARTIAL

CHAPTER XXI.   THE INNOCENT BLOOD

CHAPTER I. ALLAN LEARNS FRENCH

Although in my old age I, Allan Quatermain, have taken to writing—after a fashion—never yet have I set down a single word of the tale of my first love and of the adventures that are grouped around her beautiful and tragic history. I suppose this is because it has always seemed to me too holy and far-off a matter—as holy and far-off as is that heaven which holds the splendid spirit of Marie Marais. But now, in my age, that which was far-off draws near again; and at night, in