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Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
Sprache: Englisch
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Late 14th C. Hubert of Hastings, a subject of Richard II of England (1367 – 1400), is shipwrecked upon a foreign shore. He discovers he is in a land the natives call TtahuatinSuyu, pronounced Tavantinsuyu, meaning “The Four Corners of the World.” Early 20th C. An eccentric collector, pottering around a houseful of antiques of dubious quality, spots an old chest -- and when he asks after it he's told it's not for sale...until, suddenly, it is. Buried in that wreck of a chest are the last relics of Hubert of Hastings, including his autobiography detailing the many adventures he had in this strange and mysterious land. He reads that Hubert ended up in America, the West coast of South America to be more precise. Hubert has many adventures and ends up conquering Peru -- and that's hardly the half of the tale and the race to find the truth about “Hubert of Hastings” is on. ================ KEYWORDS/TAGS: Aleys, ancient, balsa, beautiful, Blanche, Chanca, Atlantic, Pacific, company, Cuzco, daughter, Deleroy, England, English, French, Gold, golden, Grimmer, Huaracha, Hubert of Hastings, Hurachi, Inca, Kari, King, Lady, Larico, London, Lord, Lord-from-the-Sea, marriage, Master, Moon, mother, Peru, prince, Quilla, Robert, ship, South America, Amazon, Sun, sword, Tavantinsuyu, Thorgrimmer, Upanqui, Urco, Wave-Flame, white, H Rider Haggard, Action, Adventure, mystery, archaeology, investigate, Richard II, Potts, virgin, sun, oracle, Rimac

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The Virgin of The Sun

By H. Rider Haggard

Originally Published byDoubleday, Page & Company, New York[1922]

Resurrected byAbela Publishing, London[2018]

The Virgin of the Sun

Typographical arrangement of this edition

This book may not be reproduced in its current format in any manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs, wikis, or any other information storage and retrieval system) except as permitted by law without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Abela Publishing,

London

United Kingdom

2018

ISBN-13: 978-X-XXXXXX-XX-X

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Sir Henry Rider Haggard (22 June 1856 - 14 May 1925) - known as H. Rider Haggard - was an English writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and a pioneer of the Lost World literary genre. He was also involved in agricultural reform throughout the British Empire. His stories, situated at the lighter end of Victorian literature, continue to be popular and influential.

Dedication

The Virgin Of The Sun

Book I

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Book II

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Dedication

My Dear Little,

Some five-and-thirty years ago it was our custom to discuss many matters, among them, I think, the history and romance of the vanished Empires of Central America.

In memory of those far-off days will you accept a tale that deals with one of them, that of the marvellous Incas of Peru; with the legend also that, long before the Spanish Conquerors entered on their mission of robbery and ruin, there in that undiscovered land lived and died a White God risen from the sea?

Ever sincerely yours, H. Rider Haggard. Ditchingham, Oct. 24, 1921.

James Stanley Little, Esq.

The Virgin of the Sun

Introductory

There are some who find great interest, and even consolation, amid the worries and anxieties of life in the collection of relics of the past, drift or long-sunk treasures that the sea of time has washed up upon our modern shore.

The great collectors are not of this class. Having large sums at their disposal, these acquire any rarity that comes upon the market and add it to their store which in due course, perhaps immediately upon their deaths, also will be put upon the market and pass to the possession of other connoisseurs. Nor are the dealers who buy to sell again and thus grow wealthy. Nor are the agents of museums in many lands, who purchase for the national benefit things that are gathered together in certain great public buildings which perhaps, some day, though the thought makes one shiver, will be looted or given to the flames by enemies or by furious, thieving mobs.

Those that this Editor has in mind, from one of whom indeed he obtained the history printed in these pages, belong to a quite different category, men of small means often, who collect old things, for the most part at out-of-the-way sales or privately, because they love them, and sometimes sell them again because they must. Frequently these old things appeal, not because of any intrinsic value that they may have, not even for their beauty, for they may be quite unattractive even to the cultivated eye, but rather for their associations. Such folk love to reflect upon and to speculate about the long-dead individuals who have owned the relics, who have supped their soup from the worn Elizabethan spoon, who have sat at the rickety oak table found in a kitchen or an out-house, or upon the broken, ancient chair. They love to think of the little children whose skilful, tired hands wrought the faded sampler and whose bright eyes smarted over its innumerable stitches.

Who, for instance, was the May Shore (“Fairy” broidered in a bracket underneath, was her pet name), who finished yonder elaborate example on her tenth birthday, the 1st of May—doubtless that is where she got her name—in the year 1702, and on what far shore does she keep her birthdays now? None will ever know. She has vanished into the great sea of mystery whence she came, and there she lives and has her being, forgotten upon earth, or sleeps and sleeps and sleeps. Did she die young or old, married or single? Did she ever set her children to work other samplers, or had she none? was she happy or unhappy, was she homely or beautiful? Was she a sinner or a saint? Again none will ever know. She was born on the 1st of May, 1692, and certainly she died on some date unrecorded. So far as human knowledge goes that is all her history, just as much or as little as will be left of most of us who breathe to-day when this earth has completed two hundred and eighteen more revolutions round the sun.

But the kind of collector alluded to can best be exemplified in the individual instance of him from whom the manuscript was obtained, of which a somewhat modernized version is printed on these pages. He has been dead some years, leaving no kin; and under his will, such of his motley treasures as it cared to accept went to a local museum, while the rest and his other property were sold for the benefit of a mystical brotherhood, for the old fellow was a kind of spiritualist. Therefore, there is no harm in giving his plebeian name, which was Potts. Mr. Potts had a small draper’s shop in an undistinguished and rarely visited country town in the east of England, which shop he ran with the help of an assistant almost as old and peculiar as himself. Whether he made anything out of it or whether he lived upon private means is now unknown and does not matter. Anyway, when there was something of antiquarian interest or value to be bought, generally he had the money to pay for it, though at times, in order to do so, he was forced to sell something else. Indeed these were the only occasions when it was possible to purchase anything, indifferent hosiery excepted, from Mr. Potts.

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