CHAPTER THE THIRD.

Here, youth, thy foot unbrace,

Here, youth, thy brow unbraid;

Each tribute that may grace

The threshold here be paid.

Walk with the stealthy pace

Which Nature teaches deer,

When, echoing in the chase,

The hunter's horn they hear.

THE COURT.

Before entering, Achilles Tatius made various gesticulations, which

were imitated roughly and awkwardly by the unpractised Varangian, whose

service with his corps had been almost entirely in the field, his

routine of duty not having, till very lately, called him to serve as

one of the garrison of Constantinople. He was not, therefore,

acquainted with the minute observances which the Greeks, who were the

most formal and ceremonious soldiers and courtiers in the world,

rendered not merely to the Greek Emperor in person, but throughout the

sphere which peculiarly partook of his influence.

Achilles, having gesticulated after his own fashion, at length touched

the door with a rap, distinct at once and modest. This was thrice

repeated, when the captain whispered to his attendant, "The

interior!--for thy life, do as thou seest me do." At the same moment he

started back, and, stooping his head on his breast, with his hands over

his eyes, as if to save them from being dazzled by an expected burst of

light, awaited the answer to his summons. The Anglo-Dane, desirous to

obey his leader, imitating him as near as he could, stood side by side

in the posture of Oriental humiliation. The little portal opened

inwards, when no burst of light was seen, but four of the Varangians

were made visible in the entrance, holding each his battle-axe, as if

about to strike down the intruders who had disturbed the silence of

their watch.

"Acoulouthos," said the leader, by way of password.

"Tatius and Acoulouthos," murmured the warders, as a countersign.

Each sentinel sunk his weapon.

Achilles then reared his stately crest, with a conscious dignity at

making this display of court influence in the eyes of his soldiers.

Hereward observed an undisturbed gravity, to the surprise of his

officer, who marvelled in his own mind how he could be such a barbarian

as to regard with apathy a scene, which had in his eyes the most

impressive and peculiar awe. This indifference he imputed to the stupid

insensibility of his companion.

They passed on between the sentinels, who wheeled backward in file, on

each side of the portal, and gave the strangers entrance to a long

narrow plank, stretched across the city-moat, which was here drawn

within the enclosure of an external rampart, projecting beyond the

principal wall of the city.

"This," he whispered to Hereward, "is called the Bridge of Peril, and

it is said that it has been occasionally smeared with oil, or strewed

with dried peas, and that the bodies of men, known to have been in

company with the Emperor's most sacred person, have been taken out of

the Golden Horn, [Footnote: The harbour of Constantinople.] into which

the moat empties itself."

"I would not have thought," said the islander, raising his voice to its

usual rough tone, "that Alexius Comnenus"--

"Hush, rash and regardless of your life!" said Achilles Tatius; "to

awaken the daughter of the imperial arch, [Footnote: The daughter of

the arch was a courtly expression for the echo, as we find explained by

the courtly commander himself.] is to incur deep penalty at all times;

but when a rash delinquent has disturbed her with reflections on his

most sacred Highness the Emperor, death is a punishment far too light

for the effrontery which has interrupted her blessed slumber!--Ill hath

been my fate, to have positive commands laid on me, enjoining me to

bring into the sacred precincts a creature who hath no more of the salt

of civilization in him than to keep his mortal frame from corruption,

since of all mental culture he is totally incapable. Consider thyself,

Hereward, and bethink thee what thou art. By nature a poor

barbarian--thy best boast that thou hast slain certain Mussulmans in

thy sacred master's quarrel; and here art thou admitted into the

inviolable enclosure of the Blaquernal, and in the hearing not only of

the royal daughter of the imperial arch, which means," said the

eloquent leader, "the echo of the sublime vaults; but--Heaven be our

guide,--for what I know, within the natural hearing of the Sacred Ear

itself!"

"Well, my captain," replied the Varangian, "I cannot presume to speak

my mind after the fashion of this place; but I can easily suppose I am

but ill qualified to converse in the presence of the court, nor do I

mean therefore to say a word till I am spoken to, unless when I shall

see no better company than ourselves. To be plain, I find difficulty in

modelling my voice to a smoother tone than nature has given it. So,

henceforth, my brave captain, I will be mute, unless when you give me a

sign to speak."

"You will act wisely," said the captain. "Here be certain persons of

high rank, nay, some that have been born in the purple itself, that

will, Hereward, (alas, for thee!) prepare to sound with the line of

their courtly understanding the depths of thy barbarous and shallow

conceit. Do not, therefore, then, join their graceful smiles with thy

inhuman bursts of cachinnation, with which thou art wont to thunder

forth when opening in chorus with thy messmates."

"I tell thee I will be silent," said the Varangian, moved somewhat

beyond his mood. "If you trust my word, so; if you think I am a jackdaw

that must be speaking, whether in or out of place and purpose, I am

contented to go back again, and therein we can end the matter."

Achilles, conscious perhaps that it was his best policy not to drive

his subaltern to extremity, lowered his tone somewhat in reply to the

uncourtly note of the soldier, as if allowing something for the rude

manners of one whom he considered as not easily matched among the

Varangians themselves, for strength and valour; qualities which, in

despite of Hereward's discourtesy, Achilles suspected in his heart were

fully more valuable than all those nameless graces which a more courtly

and accomplished soldier might possess.

The expert navigator of the intricacies of the imperial residence,

carried the Varangian through two or three small complicated courts,

forming a part of the extensive Palace of the Blaquernal, [Footnote:

This palace derived its name from the neighbouring Blachernian Gate and

Bridge.] and entered the building itself by a side door--watched in

like manner by a sentinel of the Varangian Guard, whom they passed on

being recognized. In the next apartment was stationed the Court of

Guard, where were certain soldiers of the same corps amusing themselves

at games somewhat resembling the modern draughts and dice, while they

seasoned their pastime with frequent applications to deep flagons of

ale, which were furnished to them while passing away their hours of

duty. Some glances passed between Hereward and his comrades, and he

would have joined them, or at least spoke to them; for, since the

adventure of the Mitylenian, Hereward had rather thought himself

annoyed than distinguished by his moonlight ramble in the company of

his commander, excepting always the short and interesting period during

which he conceived they were on the way to fight a duel. Still, however

negligent in the strict observance of the ceremonies of the sacred

palace, the Varangians had, in their own way, rigid notions of

calculating their military duty; in consequence of which Hereward,

without speaking to his companions, followed his leader through the

guard-room, and one or two antechambers adjacent, the splendid and

luxurious furniture of which convinced him that he could be nowhere

else save in the sacred residence of his master the Emperor.

At length, having traversed passages and apartments with which the

captain seemed familiar, and which he threaded with a stealthy, silent,

and apparently reverential pace, as if, in his own inflated phrase,

afraid to awaken the sounding echoes of those lofty and monumental

halls, another species of inhabitants began to be visible. In different

entrances, and in different apartments, the northern soldier beheld

those unfortunate slaves, chiefly of African descent, raised

occasionally under the Emperors of Greece to great power and honours,

who, in that respect, imitated one of the most barbarous points of

Oriental despotism. These slaves were differently occupied; some

standing, as if on guard, at gates or in passages, with their drawn

sabres in their hands; some were sitting in the Oriental fashion, on

carpets, reposing themselves, or playing at various games, all of a

character profoundly silent. Not a word passed between the guide of

Hereward, and the withered and deformed beings whom they thus

encountered. The exchange of a glance with the principal soldier seemed

all that was necessary to ensure both an uninterrupted passage.

After making their way through several apartments, empty or thus

occupied, they, at length entered one of black marble, or some other

dark-coloured stone, much loftier and longer than the rest. Side

passages opened into it, so far as the islander could discern,

descending from several portals in the wall; but as the oils and gums

with which the lamps in these passages were fed diffused a dim vapour

around, it was difficult to ascertain, from the imperfect light, either

the shape of the hall, or the style of its architecture. At the upper

and lower ends of the chamber, there was a stronger and clearer light.

It was when they were in the middle of this huge and long apartment,

that Achilles said to the soldier, in the sort of cautionary whisper

which he appeared to have substituted in place of his natural voice

since he had crossed the Bridge of Peril--

"Remain here till I return, and stir from this hall on no account."

"To hear is to obey," answered the Varangian, an expression of

obedience, which, like many other phrases and fashions, the empire,

which still affected the name of Roman, had borrowed from the

barbarians of the East. Achilles Tatius then hastened up the steps

which led to one of the side-doors of the hall, which being slightly

pressed, its noiseless hinge gave way and admitted him.

Left alone to amuse himself as he best could, within the limits

permitted to him, the Varangian visited in succession both ends of the

hall, where the objects were more visible than elsewhere. The lower end

had in its centre a small low-browed door of iron. Over it was

displayed the Greek crucifix in bronze, and around and on every side,

the representation of shackles, fetter bolts, and the like, were also

executed in bronze, and disposed as appropriate ornaments over the

entrance. The door of the dark archway was half open, and Hereward

naturally looked in, the orders of his chief not prohibiting his

satisfying his curiosity thus far. A dense red light, more like a

distant spark than a lamp, affixed to the wall of what seemed a very

narrow and winding stair, resembling in shape and size a draw-well, the

verge of which opened on the threshold of the iron door, showed a

descent which seemed to conduct to the infernal regions. The Varangian,

however obtuse he might be considered by the quick-witted Greeks, had

no difficulty in comprehending that a staircase having such a gloomy

appearance, and the access to which was by a portal decorated in such a

melancholy style of architecture, could only lead to the dungeons of

the imperial palace, the size and complicated number of which were

neither the least remarkable, nor the least awe-imposing portion of the

sacred edifice. Listening profoundly, he even thought he caught such

accents as befit those graves of living men, the faint echoing of

groans and sighs, sounding as it were from the deep abyss beneath. But

in this respect his fancy probably filled up the sketch which his

conjectures bodied out.

"I have done nothing," he thought, "to merit being immured in one of

these subterranean dens. Surely though my captain, Achilles Tatius, is,

under favour, little better than an ass, he cannot be so false of word

as to train me to prison under false pretexts? I trow he shall first

see for the last time how the English axe plays, if such is to be the

sport of the evening. But let us see the upper end of this enormous

vault; it may bear a better omen."

Thus thinking, and not quite ruling the tramp of his armed footstep

according to the ceremonies of the place, the large-limbed Saxon strode

to the upper end of the black marble hall. The ornament of the portal

here was a small altar, like those in the temples of the heathen

deities, which projected above the centre of the arch. On this altar

smoked incense of some sort, the fumes of which rose curling in a thin

cloud to the roof, and thence extending through the hall, enveloped in

its column of smoke a singular emblem, of which the Varangian could

make nothing. It was the representation of two human arms and hands,

seeming to issue from the wall, having the palms extended and open, as

about to confer some boon on those who approached the altar. These arms

were formed of bronze, and being placed farther back than the altar

with its incense, were seen through the curling smoke by lamps so

disposed as to illuminate the whole archway. "The meaning of this,"

thought the simple barbarian, "I should well know how to explain, were

these fists clenched, and were the hall dedicated to the _pancration_,

which we call boxing; but as even these helpless Greeks use not their

hands without their fingers being closed, by St. George I can make out

nothing of their meaning."

At this instant Achilles entered the black marble hall at the same door

by which he had left it, and came up to his neophyte, as the Varangian

might be termed.

"Come with me now, Hereward, for here approaches the thick of the

onset. Now, display the utmost courage that thou canst summon up, for

believe me thy credit and name also depend on it."

"Fear nothing for either," said Hereward, "if the heart or hand of one

man can bear him through the adventure by the help of a toy like this."

"Keep thy voice low and submissive, I have told thee a score of times,"

said the leader, "and lower thine axe, which, as I bethink me, thou

hadst better leave in the outer apartment."

"With your leave, noble captain," replied Hereward, "I am unwilling to

lay aside my bread-winner. I am one of those awkward clowns who cannot

behave seemly unless I have something to occupy my hands, and my

faithful battle-axe comes most natural to me."

"Keep it then; but remember thou dash it not about according to thy

custom, nor bellow, nor shout, nor cry as in a battle-field; think of

the sacred character of the place, which exaggerates riot into

blasphemy, and remember the persons whom thou mayst chance to see, an

offence to some of whom, it may be, ranks in the same sense with

blasphemy against Heaven itself."

This lecture carried the tutor and the pupil so far as to the

side-door, and thence inducted them into a species of anteroom, from

which Achilles led his Varangian forward, until a pair of

folding-doors, opening into what proved to be a principal apartment of

the palace, exhibited to the rough-hewn native of the north a sight

equally new and surprising.

It was an apartment of the palace of the Blaquernal, dedicated to the

special service of the beloved daughter of the Emperor Alexius, the

Princess Anna Comnena, known to our times by her literary talents,

which record the history of her father's reign. She was seated, the

queen and sovereign of a literary circle, such as an imperial Princess,

porphyrogenita, or born in the sacred purple chamber itself, could

assemble in those days, and a glance around will enable us to form an

idea of her guests or companions.

The literary Princess herself had the bright eyes, straight features,

and comely and pleasing manners, which all would have allowed to the

Emperor's daughter, even if she could not have been, with severe truth,

said to have possessed them. She was placed upon a small bench, or

sofa, the fair sex here not being permitted to recline, as was the

fashion of the Roman ladies. A table before her was loaded with books,

plants, herbs, and drawings. She sat on a slight elevation, and those

who enjoyed the intimacy of the Princess, or to whom she wished to

speak in particular, were allowed, during such sublime colloquy, to

rest their knees on the little dais, or elevated place where her chair

found its station, in a posture half standing, half kneeling. Three

other seats, of different heights, were placed on the dais, and under

the same canopy of state which overshadowed that of the Princess Anna.

The first, which strictly resembled her own chair in size and

convenience, was one designed for her husband, Nicephorus Briennius. He

was said to entertain or affect the greatest respect for his wife's

erudition, though the courtiers were of opinion he would have liked to

absent himself from her evening parties more frequently than was

particularly agreeable to the Princess Anna and her imperial parents.

This was partly explained by the private tattle of the court, which

averred, that the Princess Anna Comnena had been more beautiful when

she was less learned; and that, though still a fine woman, she had

somewhat lost the charms of her person as she became enriched in her

mind.

To atone for the lowly fashion of the seat of Nicephorus Briennius, it

was placed as near to his princess as it could possibly be edged by the

ushers, so that she might not lose one look of her handsome spouse, nor

he the least particle of wisdom which might drop from the lips of his

erudite consort.

Two other seats of honour, or rather thrones,--for they had footstools

placed for the support of the feet, rests for the arms, and embroidered

pillows for the comfort of the back, not to mention the glories of the

outspreading canopy, were destined for the imperial couple, who

frequently attended their daughter's studies, which she prosecuted in

public in the way we have intimated. On such occasions, the Empress

Irene enjoyed the triumph peculiar to the mother of an accomplished

daughter, while Alexius, as it might happen, sometimes listened with

complacence to the rehearsal of his own exploits in the inflated

language of the Princess, and sometimes mildly nodded over her

dialogues upon the mysteries of philosophy, with the Patriarch Zosimus,

and other sages.

All these four distinguished seats for the persons of the Imperial

family, were occupied at the moment which we have described, excepting

that which ought to have been filled by Nicephorus Briennius, the

husband of the fair Anna Comnena. To his negligence and absence was

perhaps owing the angry spot on the brow of his fair bride. Beside her

on the platform were two white-robed nymphs of her household; female

slaves, in a word, who reposed themselves on their knees on cushions,

when their assistance was not wanted as a species of living book-desks,

to support and extend the parchment rolls, in which the Princess

recorded her own wisdom, or from which she quoted that of others. One

of these young maidens, called Astarte, was so distinguished as a

calligrapher, or beautiful writer of various alphabets and languages,

that she narrowly escaped being sent as a present to the Caliph, (who

could neither read nor write,) at a time when it was necessary to bribe

him into peace. Violante, usually called the Muse, the other attendant

of the Princess, a mistress of the vocal and instrumental art of music,

was actually sent in a compliment to soothe the temper of Robert

Guiscard, the Archduke of Apulia, who being aged and stone-deaf, and

the girl under ten years old at the time, returned the valued present

to the imperial donor, and, with the selfishness which was one of that

wily Norman's characteristics, desired to have some one sent him who

could contribute to his pleasure, instead of a twangling squalling

infant.

Beneath these elevated seats there sat, or reposed on the floor of the

hall, such favourites as were admitted. The Patriarch Zosimus, and one

or two old men, were permitted the use of certain lowly stools, which

were the only seats prepared for the learned members of the Princess's

evening parties, as they would have been called in our days. As for the

younger magnates, the honour of being permitted to join the imperial

conversation was expected to render them far superior to the paltry

accommodation of a joint-stool. Five or six courtiers, of different

dress and ages, might compose the party, who either stood, or relieved

their posture by kneeling, along the verge of an adorned fountain,

which shed a mist of such very small rain as to dispel almost

insensibly, cooling the fragrant breeze which breathed from the flowers

and shrubs, that were so disposed as to send a waste of sweets around.

One goodly old man, named Michael Agelastes, big, burly, and dressed

like an ancient Cynic philosopher, was distinguished by assuming, in a

great measure, the ragged garb and mad bearing of that sect, and by his

inflexible practice of the strictest ceremonies exigible by the

Imperial family. He was known by an affectation of cynical principle

and language, and of republican philosophy, strangely contradicted by

his practical deference to the great. It was wonderful how long this

man, now sixty years old and upwards, disdained to avail himself of the

accustomed privilege of leaning, or supporting his limbs, and with what

regularity he maintained either the standing posture or that of

absolute kneeling; but the first was so much his usual attitude, that

he acquired among his court friends the name of Elephas, or the

Elephant, because the ancients had an idea that the half-reasoning

animal, as it is called, has joints incapable of kneeling down.

"Yet I have seen them kneel when I was in the country of the

Gymnosophists," said a person present on the evening of Hereward's

introduction.

"To take up their master on their shoulders? so will ours," said the

Patriarch Zosimus, with the slight sneer which was the nearest advance

to a sarcasm that the etiquette of the Greek court permitted; for on

all ordinary occasions, it would not have offended the Presence more

surely, literally, to have drawn a poniard, than to exchange a repartee

in the imperial circle. Even the sarcasm, such as it was, would have

been thought censurable by that ceremonious court in any but the

Patriarch, to whose high rank some license was allowed.

Just as he had thus far offended decorum, Achilles Tatius, and his

soldier Hereward, entered the apartment. The former bore him with even

more than his usual degree of courtliness, as if to set his own

good-breeding off by a comparison with the inexpert bearing of his

follower; while, nevertheless, he had a secret pride in exhibiting, as

one under his own immediate and distinct command, a man whom he was

accustomed to consider as one of the finest soldiers of the army of

Alexius, whether appearance or reality were to be considered.

Some astonishment followed the abrupt entrance of the new comers.

Achilles indeed glided into the presence with the easy and quiet

extremity of respect which intimated his habitude in these regions. But

Hereward started on his entrance, and perceiving himself in company of

the court, hastily strove to remedy his disorder. His commander,

throwing round a scarce visible shrug of apology, made then a

confidential and monitory sign to Hereward to mind his conduct. What he

meant was, that he should doff his helmet and fall prostrate on the

ground. But the Anglo-Saxon, unaccustomed to interpret obscure

inferences, naturally thought of his military duties, and advanced in

front of the Emperor, as when he rendered his military homage. He made

reverence with his knee, half touched his cap, and then recovering and

shouldering his axe, stood in advance of the imperial chair, as if on

duty as a sentinel.

A gentle smile of surprise went round the circle as they gazed on the

manly appearance, and somewhat unceremonious but martial deportment of

the northern soldier. The various spectators around consulted the

Emperor's face, not knowing whether they were to take the intrusive

manner of the Varangian's entrance as matter of ill-breeding, and

manifest their horror, or whether they ought rather to consider the

bearing of the life-guardsman as indicating blunt and manly zeal, and

therefore to be received with applause.

It was some little time ere the Emperor recovered himself sufficiently

to strike a key-note, as was usual upon such occasions. Alexius

Comnenus had been wrapt for a moment into some species of slumber, or

at least absence of mind. Out of this he had been startled by the

sudden appearance of the Varangian; for though he was accustomed to

commit the outer guards of the palace to this trusty corps, yet the

deformed blacks whom we have mentioned, and who sometimes rose to be

ministers of state and commanders of armies, were, on all ordinary

occasions, intrusted with the guard of the interior of the palace.

Alexius, therefore, awakened from his slumber, and the military phrase

of his daughter still ringing in his ears as she was reading a

description of the great historical work, in which she had detailed the

conflicts of his reign, felt somewhat unprepared for the entrance and

military deportment of one of the Saxon guard, with whom he was

accustomed to associate, in general, scenes of blows, danger, and death.

After a troubled glance around, his look rested on Achilles Tatius.

"Why here," he said, "trusty Follower? why this soldier here at this

time of night?" Here, of course, was the moment for modelling the

visages _regis ad exemplum;_ but, ere the Patriarch could frame his

countenance into devout apprehension of danger, Achilles Tatius had

spoken a word or two, which reminded Alexius' memory that the soldier

had been brought there by his own special orders. "Oh, ay! true, good

fellow," said he, smoothing his troubled brow; "we had forgot that

passage among the cares of state." He then spoke to the Varangian with

a countenance more frank, and a heartier accent than he used to his

courtiers; for, to a despotic monarch, a faithful life-guardsman is a

person of confidence, while an officer of high rank is always in some

degree a subject of distrust. "Ha!" said he, "our worthy Anglo-Dane,

how fares he?"--This unceremonious salutation surprised all but him to

whom it was addressed. Hereward answered, accompanying his words with a

military obeisance which partook of heartiness rather than reverence,

with a loud unsubdued voice, which startled the presence still more

that the language was Saxon, which these foreigners occasionally used,

"_Waes hael Kaisar mirrig und machtigh!_"--that is, Be of good health,

stout and mighty Emperor. The Emperor, with a smile of intelligence, to

show he could speak to his guards in their own foreign language,

replied, by the well-known counter-signal--"_Drink hael!_'"

Immediately a page brought a silver goblet of wine. The Emperor put his

lips to it, though he scarce tasted the liquor, then commanded it to be

handed to Hereward, and bade the soldier drink. The Saxon did not wait

till he was desired a second time, but took off the contents without

hesitation. A gentle smile, decorous as the presence required, passed

over the assembly, at a feat which, though by no means wonderful in a

hyperborean, seemed prodigious in the estimation of the moderate

Greeks. Alexius himself laughed more loudly than his courtiers thought

might be becoming on their part, and mustering what few words of

Varangian he possessed, which he eked out with Greek, demanded of his

life-guardsman--"Well, my bold Briton, or Edward, as men call thee,

dost thou know the flavour of that wine?"

"Yes," answered the Varangian, without change of countenance, "I tasted

it once before at Laodicea"--

Here his officer, Achilles Tatius, became sensible that his soldier

approached delicate ground, and in vain endeavoured to gain his

attention, in order that he might furtively convey to him a hint to be

silent, or at least take heed what he said in such a presence. But the

soldier, who, with proper military observance, continued to have his

eye and attention fixed on the Emperor, as the prince whom he was bound

to answer or to serve, saw none of the hints, which Achilles at length

suffered to become so broad, that Zosimus and the Protospathaire

exchanged expressive glances, as calling on each other to notice the

by-play of the leader of the Varangians. In the meanwhile, the dialogue

between the Emperor and his soldier continued:--"How," said Alexius,

"did this draught relish compared with the former?"

"There is fairer company here, my liege, than that of the Arabian

archers," answered Hereward, with a look and bow of instinctive

good-breeding; "Nevertheless, there lacks the flavour which the heat of

the sun, the dust of the combat, with the fatigue of wielding such a

weapon as this" (advancing his axe) "for eight hours together, give to

a cup of rare wine."

"Another deficiency there might be," said Agelastes the Elephant,

"provided I am pardoned hinting at it," he added, with a look to the

throne,--"it might be the smaller size of the cup compared with that at

Laodicea." "By Taranis, you say true," answered the life-guardsman; "at

Laodicea I used my helmet."

"Let us see the cups compared together, good friend," said Agelastes,

continuing his raillery, "that we may be sure thou hast not swallowed

the present goblet; for I thought, from the manner of the draught,

there was a chance of its going down with its contents."

"There are some things which I do not easily swallow," answered the

Varangian, in a calm and indifferent tone; "but they must come from a

younger and more active man than you."

The company again smiled to each other, as if to hint that the

philosopher, though also parcel wit by profession, had the worst of the

encounter. The Emperor at the same time interfered--"Nor did I send for

thee hither, good fellow, to be baited by idle taunts."

Here Agelastes shrunk back in the circle, as a hound that has been

rebuked by the huntsman for babbling--and the Princess Anna Comnena,

who had indicated by her fair features a certain degree of impatience,

at length spoke--"Will it then please you, my imperial and much-beloved

father, to inform those blessed with admission to the Muses' temple,

for what it is that you have ordered this soldier to be this night

admitted to a place so far above his rank in life? Permit me to say, we

ought not to waste, in frivolous and silly jests, the time which is

sacred to the welfare of the empire, as every moment of your leisure

must be."

"Our daughter speaks wisely," said the Empress Irene, who, like most

mothers who do not possess much talent themselves, and are not very

capable of estimating it in others, was, nevertheless, a great admirer

of her favourite daughter's accomplishments, and ready to draw them out

on all occasions. "Permit me to remark, that in this divine and

selected palace of the Muses, dedicated to the studies of our

well-beloved and highly-gifted daughter, whose pen will preserve your

reputation, our most imperial husband, till the desolation of the

universe, and which enlivens and delights this society, the very flower

of the wits of our sublime court;--permit me to say, that we have,

merely by admitting a single life-guardsman, given our conversation the

character of that which distinguishes a barrack."

Now the Emperor Alexius Comnenus had the same feeling with many an

honest man in ordinary life when his wife begins a long oration,

especially as the Empress Irene did not always retain the observance

consistent with his awful rule and right supremacy, although especially

severe in exacting it from all others, in reference to her lord.

Therefore, though, he had felt some pleasure in gaining a short release

from the monotonous recitation of the Princess's history, he now saw

the necessity of resuming it, or of listening to the matrimonial

eloquence of the Empress. He sighed, therefore, as he said, "I crave

your pardon, good our imperial spouse, and our daughter born in the

purple chamber. I remember me, our most amiable and accomplished

daughter, that last night you wished to know the particulars of the

battle of Laodicea, with the heathenish Arabs, whom Heaven confound.

And for certain considerations which moved ourselves to add other

enquiries to our own recollection, Achilles Tatius, our most trusty

Follower, was commissioned to introduce into this place one of those

soldiers under his command, being such a one whose courage and presence

of mind could best enable him to remark what passed around him on that

remarkable and bloody day. And this I suppose to be the man brought to

us for that purpose."

"If I am permitted to speak, and live," answered the Follower, "your

Imperial Highness, with those divine Princesses, whose name is to us as

those of blessed saints, have in your presence the flower of my

Anglo-Danes, or whatsoever unbaptized name is given to my soldiers. He

is, as I may say, a barbarian of barbarians; for, although in birth and

breeding unfit to soil with his feet the carpet of this precinct of

accomplishment and eloquence, he is so brave--so trusty--so devotedly

attached--and so unhesitatingly zealous, that"--

"Enough, good Follower," said the Emperor; "let us only know that he is

cool and observant, not confused and fluttered during close battle, as

we have sometimes observed in you and other great commanders--and, to

speak truth, have even felt in our imperial self on extraordinary

occasions. Which difference in man's constitution is not owing to any

inferiority of courage, but, in us, to a certain consciousness of the

importance of our own safety to the welfare of the whole, and to a

feeling of the number of duties which at once devolve on us. Speak

then, and speak quickly, Tatius; for I discern that our dearest

consort, and our thrice fortunate daughter born in the imperial chamber

of purple, seem to wax somewhat impatient."

"Hereward," answered Tatius, "is as composed and observant in battle,

as another in a festive dance. The dust of war is the breath of his

nostrils; and he will prove his worth in combat against any four

others, (Varangians excepted,) who shall term themselves your Imperial

Highness's bravest servants."

"Follower," said the Emperor, with a displeased look and tone, "instead

of instructing these poor, ignorant barbarians in the rules and

civilization of our enlightened empire, you foster, by such boastful

words, the idle pride and fury of their temper, which hurries them into

brawls with the legions of other foreign countries, and even breeds

quarrels among themselves."

"If my mouth may be opened in the way of most humble excuse," said the

Follower, "I would presume to reply, that I but an hour hence talked

with this poor ignorant Anglo-Dane, on the paternal care with which the

Imperial Majesty of Greece regards the preservation of that concord

which unites the followers of his standard, and how desirous he is to

promote that harmony, more especially amongst the various nations who

have the happiness to serve you, in spite of the bloodthirsty quarrels

of the Franks, and other northern men, who are never free from civil

broil. I think the poor youth's understanding can bear witness to this

much in my behalf." He then looked towards Hereward, who gravely

inclined his head in token of assent to what his captain said. His

excuse thus ratified, Achilles proceeded in his apology more firmly.

"What I have said even now was spoken without consideration; for,

instead of pretending that this Hereward would face four of your

Imperial Highness's servants, I ought to have said, that he was willing

to defy six of your Imperial Majesty's most deadly _enemies_, and

permit them to choose every circumstance of time, arms, and place of

combat."

"That hath a better sound," said the Emperor; "and in truth, for the

information of my dearest daughter, who piously has undertaken to

record the things which I have been the blessed means of doing for the

Empire, I earnestly wish that she should remember, that though the

sword of Alexius hath not slept in its sheath, yet he hath never sought

his own aggrandizement of fame at the price of bloodshed among his

subjects."

"I trust," said Anna Comnena, "that in my humble sketch of the life of

the princely sire from whom I derive my existence, I have not forgot to

notice his love of peace, and care for the lives of his soldiery, and

abhorrence of the bloody manners of the heretic Franks, as one of his

most distinguishing characteristics."

Assuming then an attitude more commanding, as one who was about to

claim the attention of the company, the Princess inclined her head

gently around to the audience, and taking a roll of parchment from the

fair amanuensis, which she had, in a most beautiful handwriting,

engrossed to her mistress's dictation, Anna Comnena prepared to read

its contents.

At this moment, the eyes of the Princess rested for an instant on the

barbarian Hereward, to whom she deigned this greeting--"Valiant

barbarian, of whom my fancy recalls some memory, as if in a dream, thou

art now to hear a work, which, if the author be put into comparison

with the subject, might be likened to a portrait of Alexander, in

executing which, some inferior dauber has usurped the pencil of

Apelles; but which essay, however it may appear unworthy of the subject

in the eyes of many, must yet command some envy in those who candidly

consider its contents, and the difficulty of portraying the great

personage concerning whom it is written. Still, I pray thee, give thine

attention to what I have now to read, since this account of the battle

of Laodicea, the details thereof being principally derived from his

Imperial Highness, my excellent father, from the altogether valiant

Protospathaire, his invincible general, together with Achilles Tatius,

the faithful Follower of our victorious Emperor, may nevertheless be in

some circumstances inaccurate. For it is to be thought, that the high

offices of those great commanders retained them at a distance from some

particularly active parts of the fray, in order that they might have

more cool and accurate opportunity to form a judgment upon the whole,

and transmit their orders, without being disturbed by any thoughts of

personal safety. Even so, brave barbarian, in the art of embroidery,

(marvel not that we are a proficient in that mechanical process, since

it is patronized by Minerva, whose studies we affect to follow,) we

reserve to ourselves the superintendence of the entire web, and commit

to our maidens and others the execution of particular parts. Thus, in

the same manner, thou, valiant Varangian, being engaged in the very

thickest of the affray before Laodicea, mayst point out to us, the

unworthy historian of so renowned a war, those chances which befell

where men fought hand to hand, and where the fate of war was decided by

the edge of the sword. Therefore, dread not, thou bravest of the

axe-men to whom we owe that victory, and so many others, to correct any

mistake or misapprehension which we may have been led into concerning

the details of that glorious event."

"Madam," said the Varangian, "I shall attend with diligence to what

your Highness may be pleased to read to me; although, as to presuming

to blame the history of a Princess born in the purple, far be such a

presumption from me; still less would it become a barbaric Varangian to

pass a judgment on the military conduct of the Emperor, by whom he is

liberally paid, or of the commander, by whom he is well treated. Before

an action, if our advice is required, it is ever faithfully tendered;

but according to my rough wit, our censure after the field is fought

would be more invidious than useful. Touching the Protospathaire, if it

be the duty of a general to absent himself from close action, I can

safely say, or swear, were it necessary, that the invincible commander

was never seen by me within a javelin's cast of aught that looked like

danger."

This speech, boldly and bluntly delivered, had a general effect on the

company present. The Emperor himself, and Achilles Tatius, looked like

men who had got off from a danger better than they expected. The

Protospathaire laboured to conceal a movement of resentment. Agelastes

whispered to the Patriarch, near whom he was placed, "The northern

battle-axe lacks neither point nor edge."

"Hush!" said Zosimus, "let us hear how this is to end; the Princess is

about to speak."

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