The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel. Vol. II.Tieck, Ludwig
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The Rebellion in the Cevennes, an Historical Novel. Vol. II.
Tieck, Ludwig
France -- History -- Insurrection of the Camisards, 1702-1710 -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English; Historical fiction
They walked together in silence for a long time. In Edmond's mind all
that had appeared to him solid was by the late crowding events thrown
confusedly together. The wound and the weakness that it occasioned, the
wandering in the night and the emotions which alternately shook him,
had at first wonderfully raised his mental and physical strength, and
now almost entirely exhausted it. As they advanced farther into the
obscurity of the wood, he thought of himself and his concerns as of a
stranger; what he had experienced, what desired and effected flitted in
his memory as a strange tale of by-gone times, and Cavalier appeared
either to respect his silence, or to be himself too much occupied with
weighty thoughts to require any conversation. On issuing from the wood,
the light of the moon broke forth from behind heavy, lowering clouds.
As the silvery light with its calm brightness spread over the rocks,
the venerable head of his father presented itself to the imagination of
the youth, and a refreshing and reviving flood of tears gushed from his
eyes. He turned to his companion to excuse his long protracted silence.
"Brother," replied the latter, "the spirit has also visited me and
shewn me visions in which I viewed a consoling futurity. Oh that that,
which I know will and must take place, would soon happen, to spare the
blood and sorrow of the poor people."
"What has been revealed to thee beloved brother," asked Edmond.
They seated themselves on a flat piece of rock which bordered on a
precipice, and Cavalier began: "I imagined myself transported far, far
from hence, beyond our mountains, our plains and rivers. I quitted my
native mountains reluctantly. I saw foreign cities, I heard the various
tones of different men. As I was carried away through the immensity of
space, a beautiful, a very beautiful garden opened to my view, many
cascades were throwing their waters up in the warm summer air, and
beneath them there were strange figures of men and fish, and naked
women, and marine animals, artificially hewn out of brilliant stone,
every thing, such as I had never before seen, and I know not if I ever
heard of them. A large and very extensive palace shone and dazzled with
its innumerable columns and windows. While I was viewing all in
amazement, I suddenly felt a conviction that I should immediately see
our king, our Louis, descend from the great steps before which I stood,
that I should speak to him, that he had already been waiting for me;
and thus it happened, in all the splendour of majesty, surrounded by
his whole court, he descended. He did not embarrass me, it was merely
dazzling, as when the sun upon his journey suddenly darts through a
vapour, and we still retain and know all our ideas and purposes. Now
then was the moment upon which the fate of our country hung, in which
to say all to him, who had requested to speak to me, and to move his
humane, his kingly heart. This hour will come, in which the salvation
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