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But for me the true king of Media and Persia—is here.” And she lifted proud eyes to her husband. “You are bold, Rose of Eran,” he smiled, not angry at her implication; “more cautious words than these have brought many in peril of the bow-string. But, by Mithra the Fiend-Smiter, why were you not made a man?
You have saved Artazostra, sister of Xerxes, and Mardonius, son of Gobryas, who is not the least of the Princes of Persia and Eran.” “Mardonius—arch foe of Hellas!” Glaucon spoke the words in horror. Then reaction from all he had undergone robbed him of sense. They carried him to the fisher-village. That night he burned with fever and raved wildly. It was many days before he knew anything again.
But since such is our fate, that we can no longer fight side by side as friends, let us at least act as generous enemies. You cannot have forgotten, 'O gran bonta dei caralieri antiqui! Erano nemici, eran' de fede diversa'
One is tempted to think that the end might have justified the means if the good padre had fallen in with the prejudice against the rainy season and adopted, in lieu of the fire-and-brimstone of Scripture, as a future state of punishment, the icy Ninth Circle of Dante's Inferno, where "Eran l' ombre dolenti nella ghiaccia, Mettendo i denti in nota di cicogna."
Then he sent an aide with an urgent message. “To Artabazus and the reserve. Bid him take from the camp all the guards, every man, every eunuch that can lift a spear, and come with speed, or the day is lost.” The adjutant’s spurs grew red as he pricked away, while Mardonius wheeled the Nisæan and plunged back into the thickest fight. “For Mazda, for Eran, for the king!”
Las mas recentes noticias que tenian en Demeraria, antes di mi salida, eran medias tristes, medias alegres. Tristes digo, viendo que Valencia ha caido en poder del enemigo comun, y el General Blake, y sus valientes tropas quedan prisioneros de guerra. Alegres, al contrario, porque Milord Wellington se ha apoderado de Ciudad Rodrigo.
“Rise, sister of Mardonius. All Eran rejoices in you to-night. And on this evening whose request can I fail to grant? Whose can I grant more gladly than yours? Speak; you shall have it, though it be for half my kingdoms.” The dancer arose, but hung down her flashing coronal. Her blush was enchanting.
I cannot see the sun set where I lurk in my ambush amidst the brake and the ruins, but I feel that the orb has passed from the landscape, in the fresher air of the twilight, in the deeper silence of eve. Lo! Hesper comes forth; at his signal, star after star, come the hosts, "Ch' eran con lui, quando l' amor divino, Mosse da prima quelle cose belle!" And the sweet voice is hushed.
Las gracias al me certé Eran cuadro de flores Te cantaban amores Por hacerte callar. Oh! how much sap there is in this Spanish nation! What a pity that they will not make it yield fruit! In 1807, the tribunal of the Inquisition existed still at Valencia, and at times performed its functions.
The Prince laid his hand upon her neck and drew her bright face nearer. “This is a mad adventure on which we two have come,” he spoke; “how nearly you were betrayed at the Isthmus, when the Athenian saved you! A blunder by Hiram, an ill-turn of Fate, will ruin us yet. It is far, Rose of Eran, from Athens to the pleasant groves of Susa and the sparkling Choaspes.”
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