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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: that road, the only difference being that with you it will lead to glory
and without you perhaps to the jackals and the vultures? Blood! Piff!
What is blood in Zululand?"
This card also having failed, I tabled my last.
"Glory or no glory, I do not wish to share it, Mameena. I will not make
war among a people who have entertained me hospitably, or plot the
downfall of their Great Ones. As you told me just now, I am
nobody--just one grain of sand upon a white shore--but I had rather be
that than a haunted rock which draws the heavens' lightnings and is
drenched with sacrifice. I seek no throne over white or black, Mameena,
who walk my own path to a quiet grave that shall perhaps not be without
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