The Capsina: An Historical NovelBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Capsina: An Historical Novel
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Greece -- History -- War of Independence, 1821-1829 -- Fiction
The work was over an hour or two before the sunset. The Capsina had
found in her mother's house nothing but the dead, but, elsewhere, two
women who were still alive, but died before the noon; Kanaris had
found none, so that from what had been a flourishing village two days
ago there were left only the young man with whom they had preferred
to commit outrageous blasphemy, leaving the body to a lingering
death rather than to kill, and the baby untouched by some unwitting
oversight. Only a few bodies of Turks had been found--the thing had
been massacre, not fight. As the Capsina and Mitsos were going down
to the ship again in silence, he saw her turn aside to where a dead
Turk was lying under a tree. She stamped on the face of the dead thing
without a word, and followed by Mitsos, stepped into the boat that was
waiting for them.
No sooner had all got on board than the Capsina gave the order to
start. But before they had gone half a dozen miles the breeze failed,
and, for the night was close upon them, they lay to waiting for the
day, fearing that if a breeze sprang up in the night they might, by
taking advantage of it, overshoot those for whom they were looking.
The lad the Turks had crucified was on Kanaris's ship, where he would
receive better doctoring than either Mitsos or the Capsina had the
skill to give him, but the baby was on the _Revenge_.
They had not tasted food since morning, the Capsina not since the night
before, and they ate ravenously and in silence. Once only during their
meal did the Capsina speak.
"When I have hung those who did this thing," she said, "I may be able
to weep for my own dead."
But when they had eaten, and were still sitting speechless opposite
each other, a little wailing cry came from the cabin next them, and the
Capsina rose and left the room. Presently after she brought the baby
in, rocking it in her arms, and before long the child ceased crying and
slept, and Mitsos, looking up, saw the girl weeping silently, with
great sobs that seemed to tear her. And at that he got up and went on
deck, thinking that it would be the better to leave her alone with the
baby.
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