Greenmantle

Greenmantle Summary

Greenmantle by John Buchan is a gripping World War I adventure novel. It follows Richard Hannay, a British officer, tasked with uncovering a German plot involving a mysterious prophet named Greenmantle who aims to incite a Muslim uprising against the Allies. Hannay, along with his friends Sandy Arbuthnot and Peter Pienaar, navigates through danger, deception, and treacherous landscapes across Europe and the Middle East. The novel blends espionage, action, and political intrigue, showcasing Buchan's talent for creating suspenseful and vividly detailed narratives.

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Short Summary: Richard Hannay is tasked with uncovering a German plot involving a mysterious prophet named Greenmantle, aiming to incite a Muslim uprising against the Allies during World War I. Alongside his companions, Hannay navigates through perilous landscapes, facing espionage and political intrigue.

"I had just finished breakfast and was filling my pipe when I got Bullivant's telegram. It was at Furling, the big country house in Hampshire where I had come to convalesce after Loos, and Sandy, who was in the same case, was hunting for the marmalade. I flung him the flimsy with the blue strip pasted down on it, and he whistled. 'Hullo, Dick, you've got the battalion. Or maybe it's a staff billet. You'll be a blighted brass-hat, coming it heavy over the hard-working regimental officer. And to think of the language you've wasted on brass-hats in your time!' I sat and thought for a bit, for the name 'Bullivant' carried me back eighteen months to the hot summer before the war. I had not seen the man since, though I had read about him in the papers. For more than a year I had been a busy battalion officer, with no other thought than to hammer a lot of raw stuff into good soldiers. I had succeeded pretty well, and there was no prouder man on earth than Richard Hannay when he took his Lennox Highlanders over the parapets on that glorious and bloody 25th day of September. Loos was no picnic, and we had had some ugly bits of scrapping before that, but the worst bit of the campaign I had seen was a tea-party to the show I had been in with Bullivant before the war started."