"Here is the white medicine-man's magic wine! Come, drink!" screamed the crazed witch doctor, as tongues of flame ran up the church walls. On the altar itself sat a mysterious object, with a white cloth thrown over it. Then with a yell the brute tore away the napkin -- revealing a severed head!
Godfrey rushed forward with his revolver blazing -- then reeled from a blow to his head . . . and remembered no more. It might have been a thousand years, or it might have been a minute: for he had passed into a state that takes no reck of time . . . and to a place where he would meet the one he most dearly needed!
One of the most popular adventure writers of all time, H. Rider Haggard, in Love Eternal, tells of a love born amongst the most humble and everyday of settings -- to end in the most exotic and strange!
