German fiction -- Translations into English; Palestine -- History -- Fiction
True, he was often aware that he was suffering intensely, and he
longed to throw himself exhausted on the ground, but a strange sense of
happiness sustained him. At last he was seized with the delusion that
his head was swelling and growing till it attained the size of the head
of the colossus he had seen the day before in front of a temple gate,
then it rose to the height of the palm-trees by the road-side, and
finally it reached the mist shrouding the firmament, then far above it.
Then it suddenly seemed as though this head of his was as large as the
whole world, and he pressed his hands on his temples to clasp his brow;
for his neck and shoulders were too weak to support the weight of so
enormous a head and, mastered by this strange delusion, he shrieked
aloud, his shaking knees gave way, and he fell unconscious in the dust.
CHAPTER IX.
At the same hour a chamberlain was ushering Hosea into the audience
chamber.
Usually subjects summoned to the presence of the king were kept waiting
for hours, but the Hebrew’s patience was not tried long. During this
period of the deepest mourning the spacious rooms of the palace,
commonly tenanted by a gay and noisy multitude, were hushed to the
stillness of death; for not only the slaves and warders, but many men
and women in close attendance on the royal couple had fled from the
pestilence, quitting the palace without leave.
Here and there a solitary priest, official, or courtier leaned against
a pillar or crouched on the floor, hiding his face in his hands, while
awaiting some order. Sentries paced to and fro with lowered weapons,
lost in melancholy thoughts. Now and then a few young priests in
mourning robes glided through the infected rooms, silently swinging
silver censers which diffused a pungent scent of resin and juniper.
A nightmare seemed to weigh upon the palace and its occupants; for in
addition to grief for their beloved prince, which saddened many a heart,
the dread of death and the desert wind paralyzed alike the energy of
mind and body.
Here in the immediate vicinity of the throne where, in former days,
all eyes had sparkled with hope, ambition, gratitude, fear, loyalty, or
hate, Hosea now encountered only drooping heads and downcast looks.
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