The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 1, July 1837Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 1, July 1837
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"I did not wonder at his amazement, for I myself shared it,
though I had seen her so often. The object that approached
us, truly seemed rather a moving blaze of light than an armed
woman, which the eye and the reason declared it to be, with
such gorgeous magnificence was she arrayed. The whole art
of the armorer had been exhausted in her appointments. The
caparison of her steed, sheathed with burnished gold, and thick
studded with precious stones of every various hue, reflected
an almost intolerable splendor, as the rays of a hot morning
sun fell upon it. She too, herself, being clothed in armor of
polished steel, whose own fiëry brightness was doubled by the
diamonds--that was the only jewel she wore--sown with profusion
all over its more prominent parts, could be gazed upon scarcely
with more ease than the sun himself, whose beams were given
back from it with undiminished glory. In her right hand, she
held the long, slender lance of the cavalry; over her shoulders
hung a quiver, well loaded with arrows; while at her side
depended a heavy Damascus blade. Her head was surmounted by a
steel helmet, which left her face wholly uncovered, and showed
her forehead like Fausta's, shaded by the dark hair, which,
while it was the only circumstance that revealed the woman,
added to the effect of a countenance unequalled for marvellous
union of feminine beauty, queenly dignity, and masculine power.
Sometimes it has been her usage, upon such occasions, to appear
with arms bare, and gloved hands; they were now cased, like the
rest of the body, in plates of steel.
"'Calpurnius,' said Fausta, 'saw you ever in Persia such
horsemanship? See now, as she draws nearer, with what grace and
power she moves? Blame you the enthusiasm of this people?'
"'I more than share it,' he replied; 'it is reward enough for
my long captivity, at last to follow such a leader. Many a
time, as Zenobia has in years past visited my dreams, and I
almost fancied myself in her train, I little thought that the
happiness I now experience, was to become a reality. But, hark!
how the shout of welcome goes up from this innumerable host.'
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