Descending a flight of steps, we advanced along a second deck, and
then passing the door leading to the state-cabins, we descended again,
and came to the range of apartments occupied by the governor of the
rowers and the chief pilot. The latter had vacated his room to the
royal captive. Upon entering, reclining on a couch of leopard's skins
spread in the moonlight, which shone broadly in upon the floor through
the columns that supported the deck, I beheld a young man, not more
than my own age. His features were remarkable. His nose was slightly
aquiline, his forehead high and commanding, his brows arched and
delicate as a woman's, beneath which were the blackest and largest
eyes I ever beheld, and which seemed to emit a burning splendor. His
finely formed mouth was almost voluptuous in its fulness and
expression; yet I could perceive a slight nervous contraction of the
underlip, as if he were struggling between shame and haughty
indifference, when he beheld us. His chin was without beard. His black
locks were braided and bound up by a fillet of gold, studded with
jewels. His helmet, which was of beaten gold, lay by his side dented
with many a stroke of sword and battle-axe; and I saw that a wound
upon his left temple corresponded to one of these indentations. His
hands were very small, and of a nut-brown color (as was his
complexion), and covered with massive rings. A collar, rich with
emeralds, encircled his neck, from which was suspended an amulet of
agate, and a little silver box containing a royal charm. He was
dressed in a gaudy but rich robe of needle-work, which was open in
front, and displayed a corselet and breastplate of the finest steel,
inlaid with gold. His small feet were bare, save a light sandal of
gilded gazelle-leather. Altogether he was as elegant and fine-looking
a barbaric prince as one would care to behold, dear mother, and not at
all the monster in aspect I had pictured him: yet I am well convinced,
that in that splendid form lie powers of endurance which make him
respected, by the barbarians he commands; and that within those fierce
eyes blazes a soul, as fiery as any barbaric prince requires; while
the firm expression of his mouth, at times, betrayed a resolved and
iron will, with which no one of his subjects would willingly come into
antagonism.
He half-rose gracefully from his recumbent attitude, and said, with an
indolent yet not undignified air, and in good Koptic, as it is spoken
in the Thebaïd:
"Welcome, Prince of Tyre! I am sorry I cannot extend to you the
hospitality you merit. You see my kingdom is somewhat limited! As for
you, O Prince of Egypt, who have a right to command, I need not ask
you to be seated or recline." Then turning to me again, "I have heard
of Tyre. You are a nation of merchants who cover the great sea with
caravans of galleys, and plant your sandals in all lands. But you have
not yet had Ethiopia beneath them."
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