Attila and His Conquerors: A Story of the Days of St. Patrick and St. Leo the Great — John Shaqi
Attila and His Conquerors: A Story of the Days of St. Patrick and St. Leo the GreatCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
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Attila and His Conquerors: A Story of the Days of St. Patrick and St. Leo the Great
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Attila, -453 -- Fiction; Christian fiction; Rome -- History -- Empire, 284-476 -- Fiction
The purchaser made a gesture as if he would have flung the money in the
sailor’s face, but the habit of his life gained the victory over his
patriotic indignation.
“To reassure thy conscience, dog of a pirate,” he said contemptuously,
satisfying at once his patriotism with an Oriental epithet and his ruling
passion with the coin, “I promise to deal better with them than thou
hast, at the worst.”
So the bargain was effected, and the purchaser re-entered his house. He
solaced himself, however, for the insult by saying suddenly to his wife—
“A profitable bargain, truly, thou hast made for me! What are we to do
with this Gentile boy and maiden? The lowest Christians will resent our
owning or selling one of themselves. And, moreover,” he added, with
unfeigned disgust, “what are we to do with this unclean beast? It would
be as safe to have a lion in the house, and as pleasant to have one of
Samson’s foxes.”
“These creatures sell for their weight in gold, the sailor said, to the
nobles of Ravenna or Constantinople, for the chase. They are afraid of
nothing, and will bring down any wild beast, stag, or wolf, or bear.”
“The Unutterable grant he do not bring us down first,” he replied,
encountering with much uneasiness the pricked-back ears and
fully-displayed teeth of the deer-hound, emphasized as these were by a
low growl, decidedly trying to the hospitality of the master of the house.
But Ethne’s arm was instantly around the dog and her hand on his head;
and the wistful eyes looked up to her with a tender recognition of her
tenderness, though accompanied by an evident distrust of her experience
of the world.
Of his hostess Bran showed no such disapproval. He even suffered her
to lay her hand gently on his mistress’s shoulder. There was little
communication possible at first between them, except by such touches and
looks, the imperfect Latin of the captives not being very comprehensible;
whilst the language of the strangers, though possessing gutturals,
nasals, and lispings not unlike their own, had no real resemblance to it.
The woman soon began to spread a meal for them at two separate tables,
both carefully laid, with basins of water for washing the hands, and a
towel, and well-prepared though simple food—bread and fruit, and wine of
the country.
A sense came over the brother and sister of being welcomed once more in
a home, and recognized as human creatures, not mere chattels; and they
partook of the simple fare with the enjoyment of welcome guests and
hungry children. There was a lifting up of hands and eyes in prayer and
benediction before and after the meal.
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