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
Of the great empire, so tangled, so chaotic, with the germs of a new
world no one could then foresee struggling into life through the decay
of the old world crumbling to corruption, he could understand little.
The miles of pasture and forest, the lakes and torrents among those
Sabine hills, were to him like the hills and valleys of his own land.
Every day there were trees to be felled, or fields to be tilled; and
there was also the chase, of the beasts of prey, wolves and bears, with
Bran in his element as an _aide-de-camp_. There were also men and women
to be governed and employed. But here came in a dreary difference.
Instead of men and women bound to him and his with the loyalty to
chieftainship and the affection of kinship, those who had to be governed
here were all slaves, of many races, linked to each other and their owner
by no organic tie, but merely as mechanical atoms welded together by
frost and fire. The worst evils of slavery were indeed mitigated there.
Fabricius and Damaris were Christians; the estate was not too large for
the servants of the household to be attached personally to them, and many
of the labourers had wives and families held together, as in olden days
no slaves could be, by the sanctity of Christian marriage.
The evils of the Latifundia, the enormous farms, with the Ergastula,
the workhouses inhabited by great gangs of celibate slaves under a
slave-driver, were greatly modified on Fabricius’ land. But nevertheless
the relations between employer and employed were those of slavery; and
whether worked out mercifully or not, it was from Roman households that
forty thousand Gothic slaves had fled forty years before to Alaric, at
the first chance of liberation.
Baithene felt, in a dim way, that however rude and undeveloped might be
the social life in his own land, it was living and organic, and therefore
capable of growth; whereas this was a mere mechanical conglomeration,
always inwardly crumbling away, and ready at any blow from without to
be shattered in a moment into ruin. Yet, not being responsible for it
himself, and being in his small way royal, the largeness of heart and the
habit of caring for others remained with him, so that he contrived to
diffuse a good deal of life and interest and even gaiety around him, and
thus greatly to relieve Fabricius.
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