Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of JerusalemHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Pearl-Maiden: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Fiction
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Pearl-Maiden
A Tale Of The Fall of Jerusalem
by H. Rider Haggard
First Published 1901.
Contents
CHAPTER I. THE PRISON AT CÆSAREA
CHAPTER II. THE VOICE OF A GOD
CHAPTER III. THE GRAIN STORE
CHAPTER IV. THE BIRTH OF MIRIAM
CHAPTER V. MIRIAM IS ENTHRONED
CHAPTER VI. CALEB
CHAPTER VII. MARCUS
CHAPTER VIII. MARCUS AND CALEB
CHAPTER IX. THE JUSTICE OF FLORUS
CHAPTER X. BENONI
CHAPTER XI. THE ESSENES LOSE THEIR QUEEN
CHAPTER XII. THE RING, THE NECKLACE AND THE LETTER
CHAPTER XIII. WOE, WOE TO JERUSALEM
CHAPTER XIV. THE ESSENES FIND THEIR QUEEN AGAIN
CHAPTER XV. WHAT PASSED IN THE TOWER
CHAPTER XVI. THE SANHEDRIM
CHAPTER XVII. THE GATE OF NICANOR
CHAPTER XVIII. THE DEATH-STRUGGLE OF ISRAEL
CHAPTER XIX. PEARL-MAIDEN
CHAPTER XX. THE MERCHANT DEMETRIUS
CHAPTER XXI. THE CÆSARS AND PRINCE DOMITIAN
CHAPTER XXII. THE TRIUMPH
CHAPTER XXIII. THE SLAVE-RING
CHAPTER XXIV. MASTER AND SLAVE
CHAPTER XXV. THE REWARD OF SATURIUS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE JUDGMENT OF DOMITIAN
CHAPTER XXVII. THE BISHOP CYRIL
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE LAMP
CHAPTER XXIX. HOW MARCUS CHANGED HIS FAITH
TO GLADYS CHRISTIAN A DWELLER IN THE EAST
THIS EASTERN TALE IS DEDICATED
BY HER OWN AND
HER FATHER’S FRIEND
THE AUTHOR
Ditchingham: September 14, 1902.
PEARL-MAIDEN
CHAPTER I
THE PRISON AT CÆSAREA
It was but two hours after midnight, yet many were wakeful in Cæsarea
on the Syrian coast. Herod Agrippa, King of all Palestine—by grace of
the Romans—now at the very apex of his power, celebrated a festival in
honour of the Emperor Claudius, to which had flocked all the mightiest
in the land and tens of thousands of the people. The city was full of
them, their camps were set upon the sea-beach and for miles around;
there was no room at the inns or in the private houses, where guests
slept upon the roofs, the couches, the floors, and in the gardens. The
great town hummed like a hive of bees disturbed after sunset, and
though the louder sounds of revelling had died away, parties of
feasters, many of them still crowned with fading roses, passed along
the streets shouting and singing to their lodgings. As they went, they
discussed—those of them who were sufficiently sober—the incidents of
that day’s games in the great circus, and offered or accepted odds upon
the more exciting events of the morrow.
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