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Henry Rider Haggard, generally known as H. Rider Haggard or Rider Haggard, came from a line of Danish descent and was born at Bradenham, Norfolk, the eighth of ten children, to Sir William Meybohm Rider Haggard, a barrister, and Ella Doveton, an author and poet.[2] He was initially sent to Garsington Rectory in Oxfordshire to study under Reverend H. J. Graham, but unlike his older brothers who graduated from various private schools, he attended Ipswich Grammar School.[3] This was because[4] his father, who perhaps regarded him as somebody who was not going to amount to much,[5] could no longer afford to maintain his expensive private education. After failing his army entrance exam, he was sent to a private crammer in London to prepare for the entrance exam for the British Foreign Office,[3] for which he never sat. During his two years in London he came into contact with people interested in the study of psychical phenomena.[6]
Only both of them remained from the team. From two separated big trees, Carter and her teammate took refuge behind them. The tree resembled the giant pillar in Rome possessed in his time of glory on Earth. Saving their life had been the only thoughts in Carter mind for over two hours. The three first teammates winded up in irreversible condition. Their body did not stay much for him to bring back in case of examination or new discovery in this planet ecosystem. His head played as many scenarios as he could think and he even invented some, particularly with the exact circumstances in their current position. Even with his quick thinking and his tactics, nothing brought him a concrete response. Feeling upset, he bit his lips so hard that he bled over his protective and the blood fell in the soil of ground giving an acidic odor they were not familiar. He closed his eyes under the gargoyles and held tighter his full long range blaster. However the answer he wanted could not come from this simple move. He looked at the blaster and his thoughts traveled again to his captain. The word father came into mind. Impossible, he could not possibly call his father to help him. He did not know the guy. As far as he knew he did not have one, except his captain. His pride would not let him to go down so low, let alone his captain. What a shame it would be for his captain to see him pinned down. He should be the most powerful warrior, yet he had been useless for two hours and a half now and waiting.