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The Ancient Allan by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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thought and will stuff myself with twenty pounds of meat before the
weighing, if I have the chance, or at least with water, though in this
hot place that will not last for long), and by six picked huntsmen,
brave men as you thought, who will serve to escort us and our treasure
to the coast."

"First I must win the match, Bes."

"Which you could do with one eye blinded, Master, and a sore finger.
Kings think that they can shoot because all the worms that crawl about
them and are named men, dare not show themselves their betters. Oh! I
have heard tales in yonder city. There have been days when this Lord
of the world has missed six lions with as many arrows, and they seated
smiling in his face, being but tamed brutes brought from far in cages
of wood, yes, smiling like cats in the sun. Look you, Master, he
drinks too much wine and sits up too late in his Women's house--there
are three hundred of them there, Master--to shoot as you and I can. If
you doubt it, look at his eyes and hands. Oh! the pearls and the gold
and the men are yours, and that painted prince who mocked us is where
he ought to be--dead in the mud.

"Did I tell you how I managed that, Master? As you know better than I
do, lions hate those that have on them the smell of their own blood.
Therefore, while I pointed out the way to him, I touched the painted
prince with the bleeding tail of that which we killed, pretending that
it was by chance, for which he cursed me, as well he might. So when we
came to the dead lion and, as I had expected, met there the lioness
you had wounded, she charged through the hunters at him who smelt of
her husband, and bit his head off."

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