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Faustus, the deacon, makes them a speech; charges the leader of the robbers, like young David, with a stone, beats his brains out therewith, strips him in true Homeric fashion, and routs the Ausurians with their leader's sword; returns and erects a trophy in due classic form, and saves the whole valley. 'You should make him archdeacon.
'You forget, friend, that you are speaking to one who has married, and loved and lost. 'I did not. But you see how rude I am growing. I am no fit company for you, or any man. I believe I shall end by turning robber-chief, and heading a party of Ausurians. 'But, said the patient Synesius 'you have forgotten your dream all this while. 'Forgotten! I did not promise to tell it you did I?
It would be seen then who had really conquered in the eyes of the just God they, God's ministers, the defenders of peace and justice, or the Ausurians, the enemies thereof.... And then, by some quaintest turn of fancy, he introduced a word of pity and hope, even for the wild Moorish robbers.
Come down whatsoever they are, we have no time to lose. And collecting his scattered forces, Synesius pushed on rapidly towards the object which had attracted his attention. 'Antelopes! cried one. 'Wild horses! cried another. 'Tame ones, rather! cried Synesius, with a gesture of wrath. 'I saw the flash of arms! 'The Ausurians! And a yell of rage rang from the whole troop.
'That was a smart business at Myrsinitis. The Ausurians appeared while the people were at morning prayers. The soldiers, of course, ran for their lives, and hid in the caverns, leaving the matter to the priests. 'If they were of your presbytery, I doubt not they proved themselves worthy of their diocesan.
God help us all! for we have but one common weal. Now do you make out the enemy, boys? 'Ausurians, your Holiness. The same party who tried Myrsinitis last week. I know them by the helmets which they took from the Markmen. 'And with whom are they fighting? No one could see. Fighting they certainly were: but their victims were beyond them, and the party galloped on.
Maximus stabbed him, retaliated on the beautiful empress, and made himself Emperor. She sent across the seas to Africa, to Genseric the Vandal, the cruel tyrant and persecutor. He must come and be her champion, as Attila had been Honoria's. And he came, with Vandals, Moors, naked Ausurians from the Atlas. The wretched Romans, in their terror, tore Maximus in pieces; but it was too late.
The stranger, instead of bursting out laughing, as Raphael did, solemnly lifted his hand, and gave him his blessing. The Jew sprang to his feet, heedless of all such courtesies, and, looking round, saw the Ausurians galloping off up the hill in scattered groups, and Synesius standing close by him, wiping a bloody sword. 'Is the litter safe'? were his first words. 'Safe; and so are all.
'I would send him and his townsfolk round the province, if I could, crowned with laurel, and proclaim before them at every market-place, "These are men of God." With whom can those Ausurians be dealing? Peasants would have been all killed long ago, and soldiers would have run away long ago. It is truly a portent in this country to see a fight last ten minutes. Who can they be?
Whosoever will help us against Ausurians is loyal in our eyes. And as for our political creed, it is simple enough namely, that the emperor never dies, and that his name is Agamemnon, who fought at Troy; which any of my grooms will prove to you syllogistically enough to satisfy Augustine himself. As thus 'Agamemnon was the greatest and the best of kings.
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