Wagner, the Wehr-WolfReynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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Wagner, the Wehr-Wolf
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
Penny dreadfuls; Werewolves -- Fiction
"Mighty pasha!" spoke the Ethiopian in a low and cold tone; "thus saith
the Sultana Valida: 'Cease to treat thy wife with neglect. Hasten to
her--throw thyself at her feet--implore her pardon for the past--and
give her hope of affection for the future. Shouldst thou neglect this
warning, then every night will the rival whom thou preferrest to her be
torn from thine arms, and be devoted as food for the fishes. She whom
thou didst so prefer this night that is passed sleeps in the dark green
bed of the Bosporus. Take warning, pasha; for the bowstring may be used
at last. Moreover, see that thou revealest not to the Princess Aischa
the incident of the night, nor the nature of the threats which send thee
back repentant to her arms.'"
And, with these words, the slave glided hastily from the room, leaving
the grand vizier a prey to feelings of ineffable horror. His punishment
on earth had begun--and he knew it. What had his ambition gained? Though
rich, invested with high rank, and surrounded by every luxury, he was
more wretched than the meanest slave who was accustomed to kiss the dust
at his feet.
But, subduing the fearful agitation which oppressed him--composing his
feelings and his countenance as well as he was able, the proud and
haughty Ibrahim hastened to implore admittance to his wife's chamber,
and when the boon was accorded, and he found himself in her presence, he
besought her pardon in a voice and with a manner expressive of the most
humiliating penitence. Thus, at the moment when thousands--perhaps
millions, were envying the bright fortunes and glorious destiny of
Ibrahim the Happy, as he was denominated--the dark and terrible
despotism of the Sultana Valida made him tremble for his life, and
compelled him to sue at Aischa's feet for pardon. And if, at the same
instant of his crushed spirit and wounded pride, there were a balm found
to soothe the racking fibers of his heart, the anodyne consisted in the
tender love which Aischa manifested toward him, and the touching
sincerity with which she assured him of her complete forgiveness.
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