The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"Be not too proud," he said, "be not too proud! A better fate may yet
befall thy city and thy land. So well does Attila love Azimantium,
that he claims her as his own from the Greek emperor; and to win her
citizens to willingness, he offers his daughter--his loved--his lovely
daughter to her chief. Pause!" he added, seeing the quivering of
Menenius' lip: "pause and think! Reply not! but remember that thus may
Greece be saved--that the safety or destruction of thy land is upon
thy tongue. Pause, and let the sun rise twice upon the meditation of
thine answer."
Thus spoke the monarch, and in a moment after, the Azimantine chief
was once more left to solitude. Deep and bitter was the smile of
contempt that curled the lip of Menenius; for in the proud glory of
his own heart, he forgot how low Greece had fallen amongst the people
of the earth, and in the imperishable memory of his love, the mention
of another bride was but as the raving of insanity. "I!--I!--Menenius
of Azimantium! wed the daughter of the barbarian! I become a subject
of the Hun!--I forget Honoria!"
Another day went down, and Menenius, with the Grecian ambassador, was
seated in the halls of Attila, at the banquet which the proud monarch
gave at once to the envoys of the Eastern and Western empire. On a
raised platform in the midst of the hall was the couch and table of
Attila, covered with fine linen and precious stuffs, while fifty small
tables on either side were spread out for the guests invited to the
royal feast. An open space was before the board of the monarch, and
behind him the hall was filled with a dark fantastic crowd of guards,
and attendants, and barbarian slaves.
On the same couch with Attila sat his daughter
Iërnë--that beautiful daughter whom Menenius had beheld at the
dwelling of Bleda's widow; and as the Azimantine chief passed by, and
poured the required libation to "Attila the Brave," the maiden's eyes
fixed motionless on the ground, and the blood rose fast into her
cheek, like the red morning sun rising up into the pale twilight sky.
Menenius passed on unchanged and cold, and took his place with
Maximin, the ambassador of Theodosius.
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