Rome -- History -- Republic, 265-30 B.C. -- Fiction
The clang of his haughty step had reached the ears of the legionary just
as he drew poor Julia, unconscious of her rescue, through the barrack
window; and as they stood on the brink of the ravine, thus far in safety,
the red glare of the torches streaming through the embrasures, announced
the arrival of their enemies, within almost arm’s length of them.
The awful burst of imprecations which thundered from the lips of Catiline,
as he perceived that his victim had been snatched from him, struck awe
even into the hearts of those brave veterans.
A tiger robbed of its young is but a weak and poor example of the frantic,
ungovernable, beast-like rage which appeared to prevail entirely above all
senses, all consideration, and all reason.
"May I perish ill! may I die crucified! may the fowls of the air, the
beasts of the field devour me, if she so escape!" he shouted; and
perceiving the means by which she had been carried off, he called loudly
for his men to follow, and was in the very act of leaping out from the
embrasure upon the bridge, which they had not time to withdraw, when one
of the legionaries spurned away the frail fabric with his foot, and
drawing his short falchion severed the cords which secured it, at a single
blow.
Swinging off instantly in mid air, it was dashed heavily against the rocky
wall of the precipice, and, dislodged by the shock, the planks went
thundering down into the torrent, at the bottom of the gorge; while upheld
by the hooks to the stone window sill, the ladder hung useless on
Catiline’s side of the chasm, all communication thus completely
interrupted.
At the same moment three of the heavy pila, which were the peculiar
missiles of the legion, were hurled by as many stout arms at the furious
desperado; but it was not his fate so to perish. One of the pondrous
weapons hurtled so close to his temple that the keen head razed the skin,
the others, blunted or shivered against the sides or lintel of the window,
fell harmless into the abyss.
"Thou fool!" cried the man who had rescued Julia, addressing him who had
cut away the bridge, "thou shouldst have let him reach the middle, ere
thou didst strike that blow. Then would he have lain there now," and he
pointed downward with his finger into the yawning gulf.
"I do not know," replied the other. "By the Gods! Catiline is near enough
to me, when he is twenty paces distant."
"Thou art right, soldier, and didst well and wisely," said Lucia, hastily.
"Hadst thou tarried to strike until he reached the middle, thou never
wouldst have stricken at all. One foot without that window, he would have
cleared that chasm, as easily as I would leap a furrow. But come! come!
come! we must not loiter, nor lose one instant. He will not so submit to
be thwarted, I have two horses by the roadside yonder. Their speed alone
shall save us."
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