She and Allan

She and Allan

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SHE AND ALLAN By H. Rider Haggard
First Published 1921.

SHE AND ALLAN
BY
H. RIDER HAGGARD

NOTE BY THE LATE MR. ALLAN QUATERMAIN
My friend, into whose hands I hope that all these manuscripts of mine
will pass one day, of this one I have something to say to you.
A long while ago I jotted down in it the history of the events that it
details with more or less completeness. This I did for my own
satisfaction. You will have noted how memory fails us as we advance
in years; we recollect, with an almost painful exactitude, what we
experienced and saw in our youth, but the happenings of our middle
life slip away from us or become blurred, like a stretch of low-lying

landscape overflowed by grey and nebulous mist. Far off the sun still
seems to shine upon the plains and hills of adolescence and early
manhood, as yet it shines about us in the fleeting hours of our age, that
ground on which we stand to-day, but the valley between is filled with
fog. Yes, even its prominences, which symbolise the more startling
events of that past, often are lost in this confusing fog.
It was an appreciation of these truths which led me to set down the
following details (though of course much is omitted) of my brief
intercourse with the strange and splendid creature whom I knew under
the names of /Ayesha/, or /Híya/, or /She-who-commands/; not indeed
with any view to their publication, but before I forgot them that, if I
wished to do so, I might re-peruse them in the evening of old age to
which I hope to attain.
Indeed, at the time the last thing I intended was that they should be
given to the world even after my own death, because they, or many of
them, are so unusual that I feared lest they should cause smiles and in a
way cast a slur upon my memory and truthfulness. Also, as you will
read, as to this matter I made a promise and I have always tried to keep
my promises and to guard the secrets of others. For these reasons I
proposed, in case I neglected or forgot to destroy them myself, to leave
a direction that this should be done by my executors. Further, I have
been careful to make no allusion /whatever/ to them either in casual
conversation or in anything else that I may have written, my desire
being that this page of my life should be kept quite private, something
known only to myself. Therefore, too, I never so much as hinted of
them to anyone, not even to yourself to whom I have told so much.
Well, I recorded the main facts concerning this expedition and its issues,
simply and with as much exactness as I could, and laid them aside. I do
not say that I never thought of them again, since amongst them were
some which, together with the problems they suggested, proved to be
of an unforgettable nature.
Also, whenever any of Ayesha's sayings or stories which are not
preserved in these pages came back to me, as has happened from time
to time, I jotted them down and put them away with this manuscript.

Thus among these notes you will find a history of the city of Kôr as she
told it to me, which I have omitted