The Capsina: An Historical NovelBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
History
The Capsina: An Historical Novel
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Greece -- History -- War of Independence, 1821-1829 -- Fiction
It was decided that the original occupiers should go, for many of
them were hardly fit for longer service after their ten days on that
gridiron rock; but a few Mainats--and among others Mitsos--sturdily
declared that they would not leave the place while there was a piece
of goat's-meat or a loaf of bread remaining. Hypsilantes also, whose
untrained body felt the heat and the coarseness of the scanty food most
severely, was, after many fruitless attempts at persuasion, induced
to be of the evacuating party. His object was already gained: he had
thrown in his lot with the people, turning his back on the idle and
cowardly senators; and it was important, until more food was obtained,
to have as few mouths as possible to feed, provided that those who
remained could hold the place in case of attack.
Fortune favored their escape, for before sunset on the night on which
this partial evacuation was fixed a wrack of storm-clouds, scudding out
of the sea from the south and spreading over the sky with a rapidity
that promised a hurricane, brought in their train a noisy night of
storm. By nine o'clock the rain had come on in torrents, with thunder
and lightning, and in the headlong pelt they marched silently out of
the gate, and crept down the hill-side towards the Turkish lines.
These had been now drawn round the rocks where the Mainats had entered
three nights before, and as they had to cut a way through the enemy
somewhere, it was best to choose a place where there should be quicker
going than down the goat-path. To the left of the rocks the hill ended
in a steep earth-covered slope, below which were the lines, and this
point most promised success. Under cover of the storm they approached
unheard, and then quickening up, they ran down the last slope, which,
under the tropical downpour, was no more than a mud-slide. Between the
alleys of tents were lanterns, somewhat sparsely placed, and by good
fortune the first Greeks who entered the lines came straight upon one
of these, round which were two or three sentries. The sentries were
neatly and silently knifed before any had time to raise the alarm or
fire, and still at the double, the Greeks passed the second line of
tents into another parallel passage. Here they were hardly less lucky.
A shot or two was fired, and the alarm was given; but under that
blinding and deafening uproar of the elements the Turks ran hither and
thither, over tent-ropes and into each other, and without loss of a
single man the Greeks gained the plain beyond.
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