The Pilgrims of the RhineLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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The Pilgrims of the Rhine
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Fairies -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Rhine River Valley -- Fiction
For Morven now began to presume on his power among the people, and to
speak as rulers speak, even to the sons of kings; and the voice silenced
the fiery Siror, nor dared he to reply.
“Behold,” said Morven, taking up a chaplet of coloured plumes, “wear
this on thy head, and put on a brave face, for the people like a hopeful
spirit, and go down with thy brother to the place where the new king is
to be chosen, and leave the rest to the stars. But, above all things,
forget not that chaplet; it has been blessed by the gods of night.”
The prince took the chaplet and returned home.
It was evening, and the warriors and chiefs of the tribe were assembled
in the place where the new king was to be elected. And the voices of
the many favoured Prince Voltoch, the brother of Siror, for he had slain
twelve foemen with his spear; and verily, in those days, that was a
great virtue in a king.
Suddenly there was a shout in the streets, and the people cried out,
“Way for Morven the prophet, the prophet!” For the people held the son
of Osslah in even greater respect than did the chiefs. Now, since he had
become of note, Morven had assumed a majesty of air which the son of the
herdsman knew not in his earlier days; and albeit his stature was short,
and his limbs halted, yet his countenance was grave and high. He only
of the tribe wore a garment that swept the ground, and his head was bare
and his long black hair descended to his girdle, and rarely was change
or human passion seen in his calm aspect. He feasted not, nor drank
wine, nor was his presence frequent in the streets. He laughed not,
neither did he smile, save when alone in the forest,--and then he
laughed at the follies of his tribe.
So he walked slowly through the crowd, neither turning to the left nor
to the right, as the crowd gave way; and he supported his steps with a
staff of the knotted pine.
And when he came to the place where the chiefs were met, and the two
princes stood in the centre, he bade the people around him proclaim
silence; then mounting on a huge fragment of rock, he thus spake to the
multitude:--
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