'The Flower is holy.

Still, O White Lord, still for you it shall be risked.

Oh, return and bring with you one who can kill the beast and I will make you rich.

Return and call to the reeds for the Kalubi, and the Kalubi will hear and come to you.' "Then he ran to his spear, snatched it from the ground and vanished among the reeds.

That was the last I saw, or am ever likely to see, of him." "But, Brother John, you got the flower somehow." "Yes, Allan.