It is the same that they burned in the bowl when you and I saw visions at Ragnall Castle, which visions, Mr.Quatermain, by another of your coincidences, have since been translated into facts." "I know.

We saw you breathe that smoke again as priestess when you uttered the prophecy as Oracle of the Child at the Feast of the First-fruits.

But what are you going to do with this stuff, Lady Ragnall?
I think you have had enough of visions just at present." "So do I, though to tell you the truth I like them.

I am going to keep it and do nothing--as yet.

Still, I want you always to remember one thing--don't laugh at me"-- here again she looked me in the eyes--"that there is a time coming, some way off I think, when I and you--no one else, Mr.Quatermain--will breathe that smoke again together and see strange things." "No, no!" I replied, "I have given up tobacco of the Kendah variety; it is too strong for me." "Yes, yes!" she said, "for something that is stronger than the Kendah tobacco will make you do it--when I wish." "Did Harut tell you that, Lady Ragnall ?" "I don't know," she answered confusedly.