Arab countries -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Gothic fiction; Middle East -- Fiction
The expedition commenced with the utmost order, and so entire a silence,
that even the locusts were heard from the thickets on the plain of
Catoul. Gaiety and good humour prevailing, six good leagues were past
before the dawn; and the morning star was still glittering in the
firmament when the whole of this numerous train had halted on the banks
of the Tigris, where they encamped to repose for the rest of the day.
The three days that followed were spent in the same manner, but on the
fourth the heavens looked angry, lightnings broke forth in frequent
flashes, re-echoing peals of thunder succeeded, and the trembling
Circassians clung with all their might to their ugly guardians. The
Caliph himself was greatly inclined to take shelter in the large town of
Gulchissar, the governor of which came forth to meet him, and tendered
every kind of refreshment the place could supply. But having examined
his tablets, he suffered the rain to soak him almost to the bone,
notwithstanding the importunity of his first favourites. Though he began
to regret the palace of the senses, yet he lost not sight of his
enterprise, and his sanguine expectations confirmed his resolution. His
geographers were ordered to attend him, but the weather proved so
terrible, that these poor people exhibited a lamentable appearance; and
as no long journeys had been undertaken since the time of Haroun al
Raschid, their maps of the different countries were in a still worse
plight than themselves. Every one was ignorant which way to turn; for
Vathek, though well versed in the course of the heavens, no longer knew
his situation on earth. He thundered even louder than the elements, and
muttered forth certain hints of the bowstring which were not very
soothing to literary ears. Disgusted at the toilsome weariness of the
way, he determined to cross over the craggy heights, and follow the
guidance of a peasant, who undertook to bring him, in four days, to
Rocnabad. Remonstrances were all to no purpose, his resolution was
fixed, and an invasion commenced on the province of the goats, who sped
away in large troops before them. It was curious to view on these half
calcined rocks camels richly caparisoned, and pavilions of gold and silk
waving on their summits, which till then had never been covered, but with
sapless thistles and fern.
The females and eunuchs uttered shrill wailings at the sight of the
precipices below them, and the dreary prospects that opened in the vast
gorges of the mountains. Before they could reach the ascent of the
steepest rock night overtook them, and a boisterous tempest arose, which
having rent the awnings of the palanquins and cages, exposed to the raw
gusts the poor ladies within, who had never before felt so piercing a
cold. The dark clouds that overcast the face of the sky deepened the
horrors of this disastrous night, insomuch that nothing could be heard
distinctly but the mewling of pages, and lamentations of sultanas.
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