Greenmantle (Richard Hannay, Book 2) by John Buchan

By John Buchan

British author John Buchan's Greenmantle is the second one of 5 event novels to big name Richard Hannay, a guy with a impressive knack for purchasing out of sticky events, and certainly entering into them within the first place.

During the 1st global warfare, amid information of an rebellion within the the Islamic global, Hannay needs to make the damaging trip via enemy territory into Constantinople, so that it will foil a German plot to take advantage of faith to dominate the warfare. Greenmantle follows on from Buchan's The Thirty-Nine Steps.

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My knowledge of the Civil War was sketchy, but I guessed it might have been Marston Moor. I added the latest waking dream to my notebook, still in a trance. The doctor was a dowsing rod, maybe, a channel for me to make contact with the boy. Alison’s curiosity about my trade was strong enough to provide an excuse for an excursion. I offered to take her out on a necessary but non-urgent trip to examine a couple of sites on behalf of the Bury St Edmunds amateur archaeology group. It was unpaid, so I’d been putting it off, and they were probably despairing of their chances of ever getting on Time Team.

I’d never got around to redecorating; I’d always felt I was camping out in that house. So I led Alison out to my shed, to give her an idea of my own taste. Alison’s eyes widened with pleasure when she saw my woodworking tools arrayed along one wall, and the chessboard hanging among them. “Joe, that’s marvellous,” she said. ” I nodded. The pieces were tucked away in a box, and I hesitated to bring them out. Instead I switched on the light boxes, to show off the bottles gleaming in their many hues around the other two walls.

What we probably have here is an older burial, could be Bronze Age, there may be pottery goods. ” “Ah, bones now, that’s a moot point. ” I considered this, looking at my hands. “It’s different. But there will be a dominant one, usually the metal if there’s any there; that’ll be the one I sense, and anything less definite like glass will be like a whiff of another scent that you can’t quite place. ” We moved on to another nearby site, on the same hilltop but in another field. I knew from the definite twitch of the rods that there was more than just disturbed earth below the flat surface.

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