Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, -30 B.C. -- Fiction; Egypt -- History -- 332-30 B.C. -- Fiction
Then the cowardly eunuchs, who had gathered at the sound of blows and
stood huddled together like a herd of cattle, seeing that I was spent,
threw themselves upon me, and would have butchered me with their knives.
But Brennus, now that I was down, would strike no more, but stood
waiting. And the eunuchs had surely slain me, for Cleopatra watched like
one who watches in a dream and made no sign. Already my head was dragged
back, and their knife-points were at my throat, when Charmion, rushing
forward, threw herself upon me and, calling them “Dogs!” desperately
thrust her body before them in such fashion that they could not smite.
Now Brennus with an oath seized first one and then another and cast them
from me.
“Spare his life, Queen!” he cried in his barbarous Latin. “By Jupiter,
he is a brave man! Myself felled like an ox in the shambles, and three
of my boys finished by a man without armour and taken unawares! I grudge
them not to such a man! A boon, Queen! spare his life, and give him to
me!”
“Ay, spare him! spare him!” cried Charmion, white and trembling.
Cleopatra drew near and looked upon the dead and him who lay dying as
I had dashed him to the ground, and on me, her lover of two days gone,
whose wounded head rested now on Charmion’s white robes.
I met the Queen’s glance. “Spare not!” I gasped; “_væ victis!_” Then a
flush gathered on her brow--methinks it was a flush of shame!
“Dost after all love this man at heart, Charmion,” she said with a
little laugh, “that thou didst thrust thy tender body between him and
the knives of these sexless hounds?” and she cast a look of scorn upon
the eunuchs.
“Nay!” the girl answered fiercely; “but I cannot stand by to see a brave
man murdered by such as these.”
“Ay!” said Cleopatra, “he is a brave man, and he fought gallantly; I
have never seen so fierce a fight even in the games at Rome! Well, I
spare his life, though he is weak of me--womanish weak. Take him to his
own chamber and guard him there till he is healed or--dead.”
Then my brain reeled, a great sickness seized upon me, and I sank into
the nothingness of a swoon.
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