The magic ring, Vol. 3 (of 3)La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
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The magic ring, Vol. 3 (of 3)
La Motte-Fouqué, Friedrich Heinrich Karl, Freiherr de
German fiction -- Translations into English; Romances
Meanwhile the ships were advancing in beautiful array, with a favouring
breeze, and their white sails gleaming in the red light of the morning.
Judging by the number of vessels how powerful the enemy must prove, the
Italian chiefs did not venture to oppose them at their first landing,
but retired upwards from the shore, forming a kind of ambuscade, whence
they could watch the movements of the invaders, and take advantage
of a favourable opportunity for attack, hoping perchance to surprise
them when engaged in plundering the town; or, finally, if the enemy
came in battle-array against them here, at least, they would, if put
to flight, stand a better chance than on the shore below, of securing
their retreat to Rome. At the moment when the troops, who had just
then assembled, heard the command for wheeling round, and marching
back towards the capital, this order was obeyed with the greatest
alacrity and precision. When the captains, however, found, that the
proper station on a rising ground had been gained, and intended that
they should again turn round towards the sea, they saw that obedience
was no longer to be expected. To the people of Ostia, bearing arms
indeed, but wholly unpractised in warfare, the road to Rome, that lay
now before them, was a prospect far too attractive to be resisted. The
more vehemently that the chiefs thundered out the orders to “halt,” the
more rapidly did the troops now march forward; and when the commands
were changed into threats, and measures were taken to interrupt their
course, their march turned straightway into flight, and, as if the
enemy had been in full chace, they pursued their way, while the
captains found, that only a few old and practised soldiers were left
near them.
The men of this little band looked at each other with melancholy
pride. They could not but feel, that they might be well compared to
corn, and the dispersed multitude to worthless chaff. Their honour,
however, was to be purchased only by unavoidable death; for already
Nurreddin’s ships lay at anchor; already his troops had disembarked,
and in their glittering dresses had begun to arrange themselves on the
shore, while even the number of their waving banners exceeded that of
the warriors who were left here to oppose them. Not one of this band,
however, thought of following the example that had been set them by the
contemptible runaways; for, whoever remains steadfast in resolve till
a certain trying point has been passed over, henceforward is troubled
neither with doubts nor fears.
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