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
Ethne and Baithene had already many friends in Orleans, and began to
feel at home there in a community of brethren. They would gladly have
stayed there, but Eleazar was restless to depart, and, to the dismay of
Miriam, nothing would dissuade him from going northward in the track of
the retreating army. He had fellow-countrymen and commercial relations
in Troyes. The city of Troyes was a great commercial emporium, the
central point of a network of Roman roads, and once there, he thought
he could make his way whither he would. The second morning after the
raising of the siege, the little party therefore started from one of the
gates of Orleans. They had hired of a citizen two strong mules, which
were to accompany them to the nearest point on the river Seine, by which
Eleazar had determined to reach Troyes. Danger was everywhere, but he
felt safe and less likely to be observed in a boat on a river. As they
went through the gate, the young Roman officer was there, commanding the
guard. He saw them at once, and this time came forward and asked if he
could render them any assistance.
“Surely,” he said, “you are not going forth on the track of the enemy
across this waste land?”
Eleazar was disposed to resent any interference with his private affairs,
but he dared not refuse to state whither and on what errand they were
going.
“We must needs go hence without delay,” he said; “but we are only poor
folk, and our poverty will be our best protection against plunder. In a
short time we hope to be safe amongst friends.”
Marius, the young Roman, felt he had no right to inquire further.
Besides, what protection had he to offer? Already a portion of the Roman
and Gothic armies had left in pursuit of the retreating Huns, and that
day the rest were to follow, leaving Orleans to repair her own walls and
defend herself. Therefore, though with a sore heart, and much perplexed
as to the relations between the fair-haired youth and maiden and the
dark, Oriental-looking old man, he let the little company pass on. To
direct attention to them might, he felt, only increase their peril, but
he watched them far across the desolate plain, until the little band
disappeared from his sight on the edge of a forest.
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