Auriol; or, The Elixir of LifeAinsworth, William Harrison
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Auriol; or, The Elixir of Life
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Detective and mystery stories; Gothic fiction; Horror tales; Paranormal fiction
The sentinel had allowed no one to pass him. He returned with me to the
circus; and, after an ineffectual search amongst the ruins, volunteered
his services to accompany me homewards through the Forum. I declined his
offer, and shaped my course towards a lonesome _vicolo_ on the right.
This was courting danger; but I cared not, and walked slowly forward
through the deserted place.
Scarcely had I proceeded many paces, when I heard footsteps swiftly
approaching; and, ere I could turn round, my arms were seized from
behind, and a bandage was passed across my eyes. All my efforts at
liberation were unavailing; and, after a brief struggle, I remained
passive.
"Make no noise," said a voice which I knew to be that of the old man,
"and no harm shall befall you. You must come with us. Ask no questions,
but follow."
I suffered myself to be led, without further opposition, whithersoever
they listed. We walked for it might be half-an-hour, much beyond the
walls of Rome. I had to scramble through many ruins, and frequently
stumbled over inequalities of ground. I now felt the fresh breeze of
night blowing over the wide campagna, and my conductors moved swiftly
onwards as we trod on its elastic turf.
At length they came to a halt. My bandage was removed, and I beheld
myself beneath the arch of an aqueduct, which spanned the moonlit plain.
A fire was kindled beneath the arch, and the ruddy flame licked its
walls. Around the blaze were grouped the little band of peasantry I had
beheld within the church, in various and picturesque attitudes. They
greeted my conductors on their arrival, and glanced inquisitively at me,
but did not speak to me. The elder Calabrian, whom they addressed as
Cristofano, asked for a glass of _aqua vitæ_, which he handed
respectfully to me. I declined the offer, but he pressed it upon me.
"You will need it, signor," he said; "you have much to do to-night. You
fear, perhaps, it is drugged. Behold!" And he drank it off.
I could not, after this, refuse his pledge. "And now, signor," said the
old man, removing to a little distance from the group, "may I crave a
word with you--your name?"
As I had no reason for withholding it, I told him how I was called.
"Hum! Had you no relation of the name of ----?"
"None whatever." And I sighed, for I thought of my desolate condition.
"Strange!" he muttered; adding, with a grim smile, "but, however,
likenesses are easily accounted for."
"What likenesses?" I asked. "Whom do I resemble? and what is the motive
of your inexplicable conduct?"
"You shall hear," he replied, frowning gloomily. "Step aside, and let us
get within the shade of these arches, out of the reach of yonder
listeners. The tale I have to tell is for your ears alone."
I obeyed him; and we stood beneath the shadow of the aqueduct.
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