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Although the associate of Adherbal and Ariston, Imlico was not
only much younger, but a man of less determinedly bad principles
than they. In short, he had a good heart; while he had no objection to
taking love where he could find it, and that without burdening himself
with many scruples, yet he did not at all approve of the villainous
scheme suggested by the others, to bend the ladies to their will by
force, or by fraud, or by a combination of both. He was, however, in a
minority, and kept his feelings to himself for fear of the personal
danger which he knew he would run had he dared to so much as hint
at them.
And now as he wandered away with Cleandra in the faint light of a
young moon, across the garden where the fire-flies flitted from bush
to bush, and the air was redolent of the sweet odour of the orange
blossoms, he felt himself falling deeply in love with the beautiful and
high-bred girl by his side, about whose unresisting waist he wound
his arm. And, apart from the scheme she had at heart, Cleandra in
turn felt a strong sympathy for young Imlico, which, with the drowsy
langour of the scented air, grew stronger every minute. And when at
length they stood upon the battlements and looked out upon the sea,
she readily yielded her lips to his ardent embrace.
Cleandra was absolutely in Elissa’s confidence, and knew her
deeply-laid plans, and did not for a moment think that Hannibal’s
daughter, or the other three ladies, were in any other danger than
that of their own seeking. She had, therefore, smiled inwardly when
the foolish little princess had, like herself, wandered away in the
earlier part of the evening, doubtless to find a shelter and indulge in
a flirtation in one of the shady summer-houses in the garden. But
knowing Elissa’s plans, she imagined that it was Adherbal and his
companions who were in danger, not only of present captivity, but of
crucifixion, and it did not, from any point of view, at all suit her that
this handsome young noble, with whom she had so rapidly fallen in
love, should be either a captive or crucified. Therefore, although she
did not intend to betray Elissa, she determined to make use of her
plans for her own advantage, and the opportunity for so doing was
not long in coming.
Imlico had just made her an ardent declaration. He vowed by all
the gods that he adored her, and urged her to fly with him to his ship
on the morrow’s morn.
“I will gladly fly with thee, Imlico,” replied the maiden, looking with
burning glances into his eyes, “if thou wilt swear by Melcareth and
Moloch to reveal nothing that I tell thee, to do exactly as I direct thee,
and not to quit me for a moment. Then not only will I fly with thee, but
that not to-morrow’s morn, but this very night.”
Enraptured, the enamoured young man pledged himself by the
most solemn oaths to reveal nothing, and to follow her bidding
exactly.
“Then listen closely, Imlico. I will fly with thee this very night simply
to save thine own life, for it is in danger should thou stay an hour
later here. For all the plot upon which ye are come hither is known,
and before this time to-morrow thou and thy three companions are to
be crucified upon this very battlement. Dost thou see the row of
crosses beyond? They have been erected this evening on purpose
for ye. They were not there when we rowed back from the harbour
entrance this afternoon. The guards are but waiting the order to
seize ye all.”
In spite of himself, Imlico started back and shuddered when he
now saw, for the first time, the gruesome preparations for his own
execution. But he speedily recovered himself with a laugh, and
taking the plump Cleandra in his arms, kissed her heartily.
“By Astarte! thou didst give me a fright, little one, for the minute,
but I thank thee for thy confidence and kindly interest in myself. And
now confidence for confidence. Know this then, that Elissa and all of
you women in this palace are, indeed, in danger if you will, saving
only thyself, for thee I would not harm. But we Carthaginian nobles
and our followers are in no danger from thy guards, and I will even
now prove it to thee. Let us advance to where yonder sentinel is
pacing by the postern gateway. We will stroll by him, and, when he
challenges, thou shalt reply and give the password. Then thou shalt
see who is in danger.”
With the girl on his arm, Imlico rapidly paced along the battlements
to the sentry, who cried out:
“Halt! Let one only advance and give the countersign.”
Imlico pushed his fair companion, who boldly advanced and said,
“Saguntum,” which was the password arranged in the palace for the
night.
“ ’Tis the wrong password,” answered the sentinel, lowering his
spear point towards her. “Thou canst not pass.”
Imlico laughingly now advanced in turn.
“The lady hath made a mistake, oh sentry. Carthage is the
password she would have given.”
“Pass Carthage, and all’s well,” replied the guard, and so they
passed in.
It was now Cleandra’s turn to shudder and start. “What? have the
guards been changed?” she asked, “and the countersign?”
“Ay, that have they, fair Cleandra; and further know this that ye
have not now a single man fit for duty within the whole palace walls,
for all thy guards are by this time drugged, senseless, or bound.
Thou seest clearly now that none of Elissa’s guests are in any
danger, to-night at all events.”
Cleandra now thought of the story about Hannibal’s troops
marching in, which had been merely an arranged plan, by which the
same troops should appear over and over again. For it will be
remembered that these troops could only be seen from the palace
when descending on to the landward end of the bridge by the big
gate of the city. So the troops that had been employed had marched
across the bridge, then embarked in boats, followed up the city walls,
crossed the lagoon, and then marching up a winding little pass that
lay between the hills, had shown themselves again. And the best of
the arrangement had been that all the mercenaries in the ships had,
until dark fell, also noticed these troops arriving continually as if from
Saguntum, for they saw them plainly crossing the top of a hill. In her
need, for she wished to frighten Imlico, Cleandra made use of this
plot.
“Ay, if thus by fraud the palace is Adherbal’s, then thou art safe for
to-night, my good friend, Imlico. But didst thou not notice all the
troops that were continually marching over the bridge while yet we
were at table? They were the advance guard of a large portion of
Hannibal’s forces that are being sent back from Saguntum. Many
more will arrive to-morrow morn. Canst thou not see, glistening in the
moonlight, the tents that have been erected for them on yonder
eastern hill. This palace, therefore, even if held by thy few men, will
be easily recaptured, and thou and all thine will most undoubtedly be
crucified. Therefore thou must fly to-night. But now let us go back to
the verandah, for Elissa may have sore need of me ere I go, and I
would save her if I could. It grieves me sadly to leave her, but I feel
that in thee I have found the man I love, and I would save thy life,
while her life, at all events, is not in danger. But without me thou wilt
never pass alive the guards stationed at the harbour mouth. With me
thou art safe.”
Imlico was now thoroughly alert; the girl had convinced him of his
great danger. It was just when they had reached the end of the
verandah that Elissa had commenced to scream under Adherbal’s
brutal grasp, and Melania likewise in the clutch of Ariston.
Then Cleandra had begged Imlico to allow her to fly to the young
girl’s assistance, but he had restrained her. These were the protests
that Elissa had heard.
“Let me go, let me go, Imlico! I will save her from the brute! and
Melania is in danger also.”
“Let thee go? Never! They are in the danger that all pretty young
women run, ’tis true; but what is that to thee or me? Man is man and
woman woman, and no one seeks their lives, while shouldst thou
foolishly interfere at this inopportune moment thy life will surely pay
the forfeit, for both Adherbal and Ariston are brutes when their
passions are aroused, and would surely slay thee. Stay here, I say,
with me, for with me alone thou art safe. Thou shalt stay,” and
forcibly he detained her.
Thus Cleandra was the unwilling witness of Elissa’s abduction,
and also heard the brutal attack made by Ariston on Melania.
Ariston had drunk himself into a state of utter intoxication, and was
absolutely careless of what he was doing. He saw Adherbal carrying
Elissa off in his arms and strove to emulate his example. But Melania
was very tall and strong and made a most vigorous resistance, which
Ariston was unable to overcome. Whereupon, with brutal ferocity, he
attempted to half strangle her, for he did not by any means intend to
kill her. He very nearly succeeded in his foul attempt, but suddenly
Cleandra, who was still being forcibly detained by Imlico, heard a
groan and the sound of a fall. Tearing herself from her companion,
she rushed forward and found both Ariston and Melania lying
prostrate on the floor of the verandah. In the struggle that had taken
place the couple had moved into the light of the lamp hanging in the
doorway, and there they had fallen.
A gruesome sight it was that now met Cleandra’s eyes. His throat
transfixed with a small dagger, which Melania had worn that evening
through her hair, Ariston was lying, not dead, but open-eyed and
speechless, with a stream of blood flowing slowly from his neck.
Alongside him, with raiment sadly torn and disordered, lay Melania,
unconscious and death-like, with discoloured face and frothy blood
upon her lips. Cleandra screamed loudly, and would have fallen, too,
had not Imlico, rushing forward, caught her swaying form in his arms.
As she fell weeping upon her knees by the side of Melania, Imlico,
whom this tragedy had alarmed, begged her to be firm, as immediate
action was necessary if either or both of them were to be saved, and
he urged upon her the necessity of instant flight.
Although Cleandra had fully made up her mind to escape that
night, she was not prepared to go without seeing Elissa again, or
making some attempt, she knew not what, to save her. Suddenly she
leapt to her feet and wiped her tears, as an idea sprung to her mind,
and her nerve came back.
“Wait here,” she said to Imlico; “thou hast sworn to obey my
directions. Shouldst thou fail in thy word, count not then on me to
save thy life, for it is doomed! Therefore wait for me here by the
doorway. Strive to restore Melania, lift her up against the pillar, and
give her air.”
She sprung within, and rushed to the room where Maharbal had
been left lying on his couch, senseless when she had seen him last.
To her joy she found him now perfectly conscious, with eyes not only
open but intelligent. Pale he looked, indeed, and weak, but he was a
man—the only man who could be stirred to action in the whole place.
It would not matter, so Cleandra thought, what should happen to him
after, could he but prove of use to Elissa now. She took his sword
and thrust it into his hands.
“Maharbal,” she said, “Elissa hath just been borne off into his
apartment by Adherbal, who arrived here to-day. There may yet be
time to save her, but Melania hath been slain while struggling with
his companion, Ariston. Canst thou move? I will show thee the room.
Thou hast perchance yet strength to rise and use this weapon.”
Maharbal bounded from his couch, his eyes on fire.
“Only show me the room, Cleandra, show me, quick!” He
staggered as he rose from the couch, but Cleandra steadied him
with her arm.
“This way,” she said, and he followed her, still leaning on her
shoulder, and collecting his shattered wits and strength. She
proceeded direct to Adherbal’s apartment, and, pausing for a
second, said rapidly, “Maharbal, I am powerless to help Elissa
further, and now it is for thee to do so if there be yet time. The palace
and the palace gates are both in the hands of Adherbal’s people, but
I am escaping with Imlico, one of his nobles, simply and solely as a
means of alarming the troops on guard outside, who will come to the
rescue. Meanwhile, thou must act.”
She opened the door, only to see Elissa all dishevelled in the arms
of Adherbal, and fainting on a couch. He was fanning her face, and
apparently striving to restore her. She opened her eyes at that
instant with returning consciousness. She saw and recognised
Cleandra and Maharbal. A gleam of hope sprung to the wretched
young girl’s eyes.
“Maharbal,” she cried faintly, “Maharbal! save me! avenge me!”
Maharbal sprang upon Adherbal, who, snatching up his dagger
from the side of the couch, where it had fallen, turned to meet him
with the angry growl of a tiger, but of a tiger who has been baulked of
his prey.
In a second Maharbal struck down his foe with a terrible blow,
which almost severed his right arm at the shoulder. A second later
his sword was at his throat.
“No,” cried Elissa, springing up, her bosom exposed, and hair
wildly tossed about. “Slay him not now, think of the outrage he hath
put upon me. Reserve him for crucifixion. Think what an insult he
hath put upon me, who love thee; to me, Elissa, Hannibal’s
daughter.”
“Yes, crucify the villain, Maharbal,” cried Cleandra also, “and
Ariston likewise, if he be alive to-morrow, which I doubt. As for Zeno,
I know not what the princess hath done with him. Hold now thy
sword at his throat, while I bind him with these curtain ropes, and
gag him with this ’kerchief. There, that is done. Now leave him here
and lock the door, and do thou, Maharbal, and thou, Elissa, stay
together in Maharbal’s apartment. Come thither quickly, draw in
Melania, and barricade the door if ye would live throughout the night.
As for me, Elissa, I must leave thee now and for ever, although my
first object in flying from thee and slavery will be to send immediate
relief to thee and Maharbal. This I can do by escaping with Imlico,
whom I have won over to me. With him I can pass the few sentinels
that Adherbal hath placed on the walls, and I have arranged a plan in
my mind, so that upon my arriving at the harbour entrance, I can
send some of our men, who will obtain admission at once. For I will
give them the Carthaginian password, which I know, and, on leaving,
I will make Imlico tell the sentinel at the postern gate to expect some
of Adherbal’s troops to arrive shortly.
“Another thing I can do for thee and New Carthage through Imlico.
It is this, I can carry out the plot on the lines of thy two letters to
Adherbal, and so induce the fleet, partly from fear of Hannibal’s
army, partly by greed and hope of gain, to leave for Saguntum at
once. And now farewell, Elissa. Do not think hardly of me for flying
with Imlico. Think that I was the woman who, through Maharbal’s
right arm and with the help of the great god Melcareth, was the
means of saving thine honour. Here then stay now for safety in
Maharbal’s apartment. I will first bid Imlico bring in to ye Melania,
and then I will depart. She hath, I rejoice to say, wounded the
scoundrel Ariston sorely with her dagger; yet I trust he may live for
the cross to-morrow, since he thoroughly deserves it.”
Cleandra now returned to Imlico, and, enjoining silence, made him
bear the body of Melania, who still appeared perfectly lifeless, into
Maharbal’s room. Then she and Elissa fell upon each other’s necks
and parted with tears of sorrow.
Seizing Imlico by the arm, Cleandra passed with him swiftly to the
postern gate, where her lover gave the password “Carthage,” and
told the sentinel to shortly expect some troops, and to admit them.
At the bottom of the staircase the crew of the State galley were
sleeping. These she aroused and ordered to man the boat, as she
was on pressing business of their mistress Elissa, Regent and
Governor of New Carthage. And as they all knew her, they made no
difficulty about complying.
Speedily and in silence did she and Imlico proceed to the south
entrance to the harbour, where, on giving “Saguntum” as the
watchword, she was able to land and see the officer in command at
that point. To him she confided the whole position of affairs, and after
ordering him in Elissa’s name instantly to proceed with a body of
men to the rescue of those in the palace, and giving him the
watchword “Carthage” wherewith to effect an entrance, she re-
embarked in the State barge, and rowed off to the flagship with
Imlico. There the arrangements that she made through her lover and
the reports which she spread were such that, when dawn broke,
there was considerable consternation throughout the fleet. For they
learned that Adherbal was a prisoner, and likewise Zeno and Ariston,
and that an enormous encampment had been raised upon the
eastern hills during the night. Moreover, in accordance with Elissa’s
cunning design, musical instruments and bugles were sounding,
while all the small body of men available for the purpose were
constantly moving up and down in front of the first row of tents in the
camp.
The men on the fleet, and indeed Imlico himself, were easily
convinced that a large force of Hannibal’s had actually come in. The
mercenaries, therefore, now deprived of their leader, were not at all
disposed to attack the city; but, on the other hand, being fired with
the accounts they had overheard the previous evening of the capture
of the enormous spoil at Saguntum, news of which had spread all
through the fleet, were anxious to go off and join Hannibal himself,
and share in the booty of the place. When, further, an hour or two
after daybreak, two of the crucifixes upon the walls of the palace,
which were plainly visible from the fleet, were seen to be first
lowered and then raised again, each with the body of a man
attached, consternation fell upon all the mercenaries. For they knew
that these human forms must be those of Adherbal and one of his
attendants. As a matter of fact, they actually were Adherbal and
Ariston, who were thus paying the penalty for their brutal crimes. As
for Zeno of Rhodes, he was spared at the supplication of the
Princess Cœcilia, and merely, with all Adherbal’s men, confined as a
prisoner in the dungeons. Without waiting for any orders now, every
ship commenced preparations to make sail.
Cleandra had no intention whatever of going herself to Saguntum,
where she would certainly have been seized by Hannibal as his
runaway slave. She therefore impressed upon Imlico the great risk
that he would himself run if he arrived without any letter to prove to
the great commander his innocence of complicity in Adherbal’s
crimes, and seeing his danger, he readily listened to her advice. He
disembarked all of the mercenaries on board the flagship, and sent
them off in detachments to the other ships in the fleet. He then,
having promised large sums of money to the ship’s captain, the
officers, and the crew, persuaded them to turn her head the other
way, and to set all sail for Carthage. And by the time of their arrival at
the port of that queen of all the cities of the seas, Cleandra had
obtained such an ascendancy over her lover’s somewhat weak mind,
and he was, moreover, himself so infatuated with her, that, upon
landing, he made her his lawful wife.
And thus, by the nerve and well-designed plans of Elissa, coupled
with the cunning and cleverness of Cleandra, was the honour of
Hannibal’s daughter saved, and a great plot against Hannibal himself
brought to nought.
CHAPTER VII.
MELANIA’S MISERY.
Both Hannibal and Hasdrubal his brother smiled when this letter
was ended, and the former remarked:
“Ay, Mago, my lad, I see it, despite all the girl’s cunning. She is
indeed a clever girl, and she wants me to give her to Maharbal, and
by Melcareth! she shall have her wish, for she can be useful, ay,
indeed more than useful to me at the present juncture. I have sore
need of the close alliance of the whole of the Ilergetes and of all the
great tribes dependant upon them, for we shall not long be left alone
in Iberia, since the Romans will soon be sending their legions here.
And this girl can win us this alliance as she saith. But for all that I will
not give her her liberty, nay, nor marry her to Maharbal, for he
certainly shall not marry her if I let him not wed Elissa; further, I
would keep a hold on the girl. But for the interests of the State I will,
as she desireth, make her happy. I will therefore give her to
Maharbal, at all events for the time being. He shall leave the palace
at New Carthage, and whether he will or no shall take her to live with
him, with the understanding given to her by me that she is to be
considered as his affianced wife, to be wedded and set free when I
see fit. If that will not make her happy, then I am not named
Hannibal. I am not, alas! so sure of Maharbal himself, nor of Elissa.
But reasons of State ever are paramount, and all must bend to my
will or suffer for it.”
And Hannibal frowned deeply at the mere idea of being thwarted
in any way.
“No one dare oppose thy will, brother,” said Hasdrubal, “for thou
art king here absolutely; although thou wearest not the crown thou
couldst any day, an thou would, place it upon thy brow. Thy plan is a
good one as I see it. For it will firstly have the effect of separating
Elissa from Maharbal; secondly, it will prevent the latter from
marrying at all; thirdly, thou canst send the girl Melania under the
escort of Maharbal himself to the court of King Andobales, and she
can point to him as her affianced husband. That will more than
content these barbarians, especially when they know how highly he
stands in thy favour, and that he is, leaving his high connections on
one side, commander of all the Numidian Cavalry.”
“It shall be done without delay,” said the chief. “Call in my faithful
Greek friend and scribe, Silenus; he shall write the necessary letters
for us. He hath a cunning hand hath Silenus, and knoweth well how
to convey an order so that it is thoroughly understood, yet seemeth
but intended as a favour. But at all events, Maharbal shall not marry,
and to my mind Elissa is too young to be married yet. Further, she
may be useful to the State later.”
These reflections he added meditatively, as if sorry for the blow
that he was about to inflict upon his daughter.
Then Silenus, who was ever Hannibal’s closest friend, and who
accompanied him in all his wanderings, was called in, and three
letters were written—to Elissa, Maharbal, and Melania respectively,
all carefully worded.
In about a week the courier bearing the letters arrived at New
Carthage, where they caused considerable stir and many heart-
burnings.
That to Elissa, after conveying the warmest praise for her conduct,
intimated the speedy arrival of Hannibal himself, and then referred to
Maharbal. Of him the Commander-in-Chief said, that since he was
the only officer in the whole of the Carthaginian army of those who
had served before Saguntum who had no female slaves, and that
Elissa herself being unmarried and Maharbal residing in the palace
with her, some talk was being bandied about the camp which were
best suppressed, therefore, Hannibal considered it best that
Maharbal should leave the palace forthwith, and as he seemed not
yet wholly recovered from his wound, that he should take Melania
with him to watch him until his recovery. Further, Hannibal intimated
to his daughter that, as there were reasons of State for this
arrangement, he trusted to her duty, even if she should herself have
formed any attachment for the young man, to offer no opposition to
her father’s projects. The letter ended with instructions to send the
unfortunate Zeno and the captive guards of Adherbal to perpetual
slavery in the silver mines.
To Maharbal were conveyed the warmest thanks and praise of his
Commander-in-Chief, an intimation of his promotion, and of the
despatch to him of much gold and many horses; further, a deed of
gift conveying to him a house belonging to Hannibal, situated near
the citadel. He was also informed that, as a reward for his bravery
and devotion, Melania was appointed to be his companion, and,
although Hannibal would himself not resign his own vested rights in
her, she was to be considered in all other respects as his slave.
Finally, Hannibal enjoined upon Maharbal that, for reasons of his
own, he expected him to do all in his power to make Melania happy
in every respect; also the necessity of his impressing upon everyone
that Melania was not merely his slave but his affianced bride, to be
wedded when his commander should see fit.
In a kindly-worded note, in Hannibal’s own hand on a separate
paper, the contents of which he was enjoined to keep to himself,
Maharbal was informed that he need be in no fear of being plunged
into any immediate wedlock, for that Hannibal had no intention of
having any of his superior officers married for a long time to come,
not, at all events, before certain work of great importance that he had
in hand should be completed.
Before the arrival of these letters, Maharbal and Elissa had been
living in a state of halcyon bliss, the only disturbing element to cause
any trouble having been the foolish little Princess Cœcilia, who, with
her mania for flirtation, had been incessantly casting eyes at the
young Colossus, and indeed making love to him very openly. For she
was dying to get married again, and had conceived the idea of
marrying Maharbal himself. As for Melania, she had suffered greatly
for some days after her escape, and had, during the days that
Maharbal, sick himself, had tended her like a brother, in no wise ever
allowed her feelings to get the upper hand of her self-constraint, nor
allowed her inward devotion and passionate attachment to him to
appear outwardly. As Elissa had also been kindness itself to her, she
had, indeed, during those days of sore sickness, resolved to subdue
self entirely, and to banish from her heart the love she bore to the
gallant officer of the Numidian Horse. Thus it had been solely with
the intention of striving to make her two benefactors happy, while
removing temptation from herself, that she had secretly written as
she had done in the first part of her letter to Hannibal. The latter part
spoke for itself. But her self-abnegation had been utterly
misunderstood by the great commander and his brothers, who had
quite misjudged her, with the result that is known.
The letter that she received herself came to her as a surprise. No
mention was made of the letter that she had sent to Hannibal, but his
to her commenced by saying that he expected shortly to have need
of her services on an important matter; that he regretted to hear of
the danger she had been in, and that he rejoiced at her escape, and
at the condign punishment of her aggressor.
Then the letter continued, that Hannibal, ever mindful of the
happiness of those who had done good service to the State, had not
forgotten her or Maharbal, and was anxious to make them both
happy. Therefore, since Maharbal had not, in the usual fashion of the
army, any female slave living with him, and as he was universally
well spoken of by men and women alike, he had decreed that, for the
present, she was to remove herself from the palace, and to reside
with Maharbal in the house which he himself was going to give him
as a residence. Further, that she was not to consider that she was
being treated lightly in this matter, although she was undoubtedly at
present a slave, nor was she to consider herself merely in the same
light as any other slave-girl who might be the temporary mistress of
the home of one of the nobles in the Carthaginian army. For
Hannibal, bearing the greatest good-will to both Maharbal and
herself, and recognising that, from her birth, she was in a position to
be his wife, had decreed that, while under Maharbal’s roof, Melania
was to be considered and treated as his affianced bride. She was
informed that the actual marriage should take place at such time, as,
in the opinion of Hannibal, it conveniently might, and that, at the
same time, her freedom would be conferred upon her.
The letter ended: “Thou art to show unto Maharbal this my letter
unto thee, and show it further to my daughter, Elissa, Regent and
Governor of New Carthage.”
The terribly mixed feelings with which Melania read this letter
caused her poor fluttering heart to beat as though her bosom would
burst. There was no joy she longed for in life more than to become
all in all to Maharbal, although, alas! she well knew that he did not
love her, but only loved Elissa. Thus, despite her love, she hated the
idea of being compelled to live under his roof as his wife, for this was
very plainly the General’s intention. Again, she knew how Maharbal
himself would take the matter, and she dreaded his scorn and
neglect. She also feared the anger and revenge of which she might
be the sufferer at the hands of Elissa, whose ardent love for
Maharbal she well knew, for she had seen it indulged in openly and
unrestrainedly by the young girl before her very eyes. For Elissa,
with all the thoughtless folly of youth, had never considered her
slave’s presence when with the glorious young Apollo, her own sun
god.
Sooth to say, there was no such man as Maharbal in all the lands
of Carthagena or of Iberia. He was, indeed, a very Adonis for beauty,
with all the strength of a Hercules. It was no wonder that he was
beloved by maids and matrons alike, for in face, form, and
disposition he was in all points a man for a woman to worship.
The wretched Melania in her despair knew not what to do. When
nearly mad with thinking, she eventually sent a maiden with the letter
to Maharbal and Elissa when they were together. And then, leaving a
note in her apartment saying that she was departing for ever, and
that it would be useless to seek her, she fled from the town; walking
as one distraught, not knowing what she would do, but simply with
the idea of taking away her own life in some way. For, from whatever
aspect she looked at it, she could not face the situation. While
passing the guard house and crossing the bridge leading to the
mainland, she met many people who knew her, and who saluted her.
She looked at them vaguely without seeing them, and passed on.
They thought from her dazed expression that she had gone mad.
And so, in fact, the poor girl had in a way. Vaguely still, she
wandered on until she took a little by-road that led up into an
interminable cork and hazel forest, that covered the whole of the
mountain-side. As she was ascending the hill, she met a man whom
she had quite recently befriended, an old soldier who had had his leg
broken in an accident in the palace, and whom she had nursed. He
had gone to live on the mountain-side, where he made a living by
capturing, with the aid of his sons, the game which abounded. He
stopped her, and being a garrulous old man, forced her to speak to
him. He informed her that as evening was now coming on she must
not proceed further, for that she would be in danger of her life from
the wolves, bears, and wild boars with which the forest was filled.
“Wolves, bears, and wild boars! are there many?” she asked.
“The hill is full of them, dear lady Melania; therefore, to go further
to-night will be certain death.”
“Then, as certain death is what I seek, I shall proceed,” replied the
girl. “Take thou this piece of gold, and let me pass. Nay, here are
two, and some silver also—take them all.”
Pushing the old man aside, she passed on, and wandered away
into the recesses of the forest, until, long after having left all vestige
of a trail, she fell from sheer exhaustion beneath the shadow of a
spreading plane-tree, beside a little spring. After drinking a draught
of the cool, refreshing water, she laid herself down to await the
coming of the wild animals that were to solve the vexed problem of
her existence for her, and to terminate all her woes. But she
remained there that night, and also for the following three days,
gradually dying from starvation, and still no ferocious beast came by
to terminate her ills.