

Since the age of 20, he has managed to write 30 books, most of them based on his sightseeing. The Lion is the work of a busy Frenchman named Joseph Kessel. Disillusioned, she goes off to school, presumably to lose forever in civilization her unique communion with simple beasts. Patricia is stunned that death has resulted from her innocent game. Which to shoot? He hesitates for several paragraphs between his pledge to protect all animals and “an instinctive feeling of solidarity with rooted in the first dawn of human awareness.”

The lion duly eviscerates the tribesman, but just as he is about to dispatch him, up runs the warden. As she well knows, a tradition of the Masai once held that a tribesman could not take a wife until he killed a lion, and Patricia eggs him on to fight King for her. This nymphet of the Carnivora is delighted. Trouble comes when a young Masai warrior takes a fancy to Patricia.

He loves the warden, too, and will wrestle with him on invitation. But King still plays dead on Patricia’s command. When he finally became too big, he was banished to the wilds. Which to Shoot? What is her uncanny power? It seems that the lion was found by the warden as a cub, and Patricia named him King and reared him, feeding him from a bottle and sleeping with him in her crib. But the natives whisper that her real father is the king of beasts - a legend Patricia encourages by spending all her afternoons on chummy terms with the reserve’s biggest lion. Officially, Patricia is daughter of the game warden, a great, burly white hunter who has repented and now lives only to prevent other hunters from harming his animals. The reader is soon introduced to the monkey’s owner - a precocious ten-year-old girl who can converse familiarly with animals and gets no back talk. But “he” turns out to be nothing more alarming than a pet monkey who had wandered into the visitor’s hut in a game reserve in Kenya. “Had he pulled at my eyelids to find out what they concealed? I couldn’t be certain about this.” These titillating opening sentences promise events sinister, portentous or at least symbolic.
