"
"That's a lie any way," I said in English, then went on. "And who is
this Mother of the Holy Flower? Is she also always there, and does she
live in the same place as the ape god?"
"Not so, lord Macumazana. She dies like other mortals, and is
succeeded by one who takes her place. Thus the present Mother is a
white woman of your race, now of middle age. When she dies she will be
succeeded by her daughter, who also is a white woman and very
beautiful. After she dies another who is white will be found, perhaps
one who is of black parents but born white."
"How old is this daughter?" interrupted Brother John in a curiously
intent voice, "and who is her father?"
"The daughter was born over twenty years ago, Dogeetah, after the
Mother of the Flower was captured and brought here. She says that the
father was a white man to whom she was married, but who is dead."
Brother John's head dropped upon his chest, and his eyes shut as
though he had gone to sleep.
"As for where the Mother lives," went on the Kalubi, "it is on the
island in the lake at the top of the mountain that is surrounded by
water.
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