Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
Glaucon interpreted her comment to apply to another woman, who at the
moment seemed to have materialized out of the tangled lamp rays, and
appeared upon the platform in the court. This airy being stood long
enough to assure the spectators that she was of real flesh and blood.
Then, with hands outspread, she pivoted herself upon the slender point
of her foot, and gyrated with as little apparent muscular effort as
that of the wand which a juggler twirls upon his finger. Two other
women joined her. Together they writhed in the set forms of a dance,
which was designed to show through thin drapery the fine contour of
their persons, the proportion of their limbs, and grace of motion.
"Bravo!" cried Menelaos, tossing a handful of gold coins. As they rang
upon the pavement, the dancers, without stopping or marring their
orderly movements, picked up the gleaming spots.
"Bravo!" echoed Glaucon. "I have never seen it better done. I remember
the same figures executed by the famous Thessalian sisters at Antioch.
You recall the dance, do you not?"
"I am not sufficiently versed in the art to recognize the movements,"
replied the Priest.
"The wine will clear your wits," responded Glaucon, nodding to the
Princess for approval, which was so sweetly given that it proved
sufficient intoxicant to the Jew without need of any from the cup. He
clapped his hands, signalling to the servants, who filled the great
goblet.
"This wine," said Glaucon, "I had sent from the capital as a gift to
our fair hostess. Let her first spice it with a touch of her lips."
The Princess acknowledged the excellence of Glaucon's choice by
quaffing deeply, and then passed the golden vessel to her guests.
The girls again appeared, one carrying a cythera, another a tambour,
the third castanets. The first sang, to the accompaniment of her
instrument, a love song. Her voice had much natural sweetness, and gave
evidence of cultivation; but the notes soon became husky and harsh, as
if age-worn, although the singer could scarcely have passed her first
score of years. It gave proof of the dissipation which soon ends the
career of women of her class, unless they are possessed of sufficient
ambition and will to practise a measure of present self-restraint for
the sake of longer future indulgence. The two other girls joined in
the chorus with tambour and castanets, and afterwards executed a dance
which was pantomimic of the song.
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