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ATTILA.
A ROMANCE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
"THE GIPSY," "ONE IN A THOUSAND," &c, &c.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
NEW YORK:
HARPER & BROTHERS, 82 CLIFF-STREET.
1838.
A T T I L A.
CHAPTER I.
THE RETRIBUTION.
Shift we the scene, and return to the kingdom of Attila! It was the
fourth day after Theodore had left the country of the Huns for that
sweet distant land where happiness, as we have seen, awaited him, and
a bright gleam of sunshine was destined to checker his dark fate,
when, at a short distance from the bank of the Tibiscus, two
barbarians, who had left their horses with their followers by the
stream, walked slowly on among the trees, wading through the long
grass and tangled bushes. At length, suddenly, from a spot before
them, came the flapping of heavy wings and a hoarse arid scream from
many a foul beak, while five or six large vultures rose up, crashing
through the branches above, and leaving open to the sight all that
remained of the unfortunate Arab, Cremera. From some cause, a nail,
which had fixed one of the hands, had fallen out, and the skeleton,
for to such a thing was the corpse now nearly reduced, hung by the
other palm; but two arrows were still seen hanging amid the fleshless
ribs, and telling the manner of the freedman's death.
"Lo!" said the shorter of the two strangers--"lo! I have now seen it
with mine own eyes! And this man's crime was but that he had obeyed my
commands, and saved the life of the man that I loved! Shall this be
suffered, Ardaric? Shall it last another hour, to ring in the ears of
my people, to sound in their inmost hearts, that Attila avenges not
his own, that Attila cannot protect those who perform his bidding?
Think you it was really Bleda's doing?"
"Doubt it not, oh king!" answered Ardaric. "Was not the Roman carried
to his village? Would not death have been the stranger's portion, too,
had he not escaped? Some one bore thy brother the tidings of the
youth's journey, and they waylaid him, to cut the thread of life on
which they fancied thine depended."
"Ay! It is even so!" answered Attila. "Therein is it that the Roman
sinned in their eyes. But they shall find that I can rid me of mine
enemies and avenge my friends! To horse, Ardaric! we will to our
horses quick. The cup of vengeance is full and flowing over. He whom
no warning could deter shall drink it to the dregs. The leaders we
ordered must by this time have crossed the mountains."
"They must have done so, oh Attila!" replied the King of the
Gepid[ae]; "but what is thy will to do now? Thou wilt not surely
ravage a part of thine own people's lands; or, by waging war against
thy brother, give new heart to the pale Romans!"
Attila stopped as he was advancing, and fixed his dark eyes full upon
the countenance of Ardaric. "Hast thou known me so long," he said,
"and canst not yet guess what Attila will do? Am I not king over this
man also, to punish him for his evil deeds when they are directed
against myself. No, no! I will not ravage mine own land, nor slay mine
own people. But the son of Paulinus will I protect, and even yon
freedman will I avenge; and I will crush the worm that raises its head
against me, even though it call me brother. Ardaric, dost thou not
know what I will do? Bleda and I are no more for the same earth: I
have borne with him long, but I bear with him no longer, and he dies!
now thou understandest!" and, with a quick, firm pace, every footfall
of which seemed to crush the earth it trod upon, he returned to the
spot where the horses had been left.
About five hundred horsemen waited him there, and, at their head,
Attila took his way towards the east. After two hours' riding, some
three thousand more joined him on the road; and at the end of two
hours more he paused, and sent messengers in different directions to
chieftains whom he named. Night fell, and with the first star of
evening the monarch resumed his way.
The autumn moon rose large and full, pouring over the wide plain in
which the dwelling of Bleda was placed with a yellow, tranquil light:
the voice of nature was all still; and not a sound was heard but the
sighing of the wind through the branches, or the falling of a withered
leaf amid those that had gone down before it. A shooting star
traversed the blue fields above, outshining, for the brief moment of
its being, the moon herself, and then ending in emptiness. A heavy
bird of night glanced across the moonlight, and, with a faint scream,
disappeared.
It was about midnight, and then from the neighbouring woods came
forth, in dead, deep silence, troop after troop of shadowy forms; and,
leaving the village on one side, they drew a circle, fatal and sure as
the unerring bowstring of a kindred race, around the dwelling of
Bleda. They were all now on foot; and when they had reached the
distance of about two hundred yards from the building, the circle was
complete, and they paused.
"Now, Onegisus!" said Attila, "what hast thou to tell of the inquiries
thou hast made. Speak, and if thou hast aught to say which should
induce the king to spare his kindred blood, I will take thee to my
heart, and give thee kingdoms! Speak!" and he clasped his hands
together, and wrung the sinewy fingers hard, under emotions that even
his iron soul could not restrain.
"Alas! oh king!" replied Onegisus, "I have naught to say which may
mitigate thy wrath. I had hoped that it would be otherwise; but I
find--and I must speak truth unto the king--that even across the
mountains the followers of thy brother pursued the Roman youth, and
ravaged a village, killing several and driving away the herds of all,
because they lent the son of Paulinus a horse to fly when he demanded
it in thy name. Their dwellings are in the dust, and their blood
stains the grass, and the widows and the children cry to Attila for
vengeance."
"They shall have it!" replied Attila. "Let those appointed follow me!"
and he advanced to the portico of Bleda's house.
The chief door opened at once to the monarch's hand--"And can treason
and treachery sleep so securely?" demanded Attila, in a sad tone, as
he turned through the first passage of the noiseless dwelling to the
large hall in which banquets were usually held. It still smelt strong
of the feast; and the monarch paused in the midst, folding his arms
upon his chest, and gazing bitterly upon the ground.
"Uldric," he said at length, "Uldric, where art thou?"
A man of powerful frame, and countenance more than usually ferocious,
advanced before the king, saying, "I am here, oh Attila, and ready."
"Is thy sword sharp, and thy heart strong?" demanded Attila. The chief
bent his head in token of assent, and the monarch went on: "Go, then,"
he said, "and do the deed which none but a noble and brave hand should
do! But slay him not in his sleep, for that would seem as if thou wert
a murderer, and he a coward afraid to die. Wake him! Tell him his
doom! Tell him the cause! Say he was warned, and would not hear; and
that the cup has overflowed! Ardaric, do thou see it done! Take
warriors enough with thee that there be no resistance. Go! go! Yet
stay!" continued Attila: "stay! Oh ye gods! why have ye put this upon
me? Is there none here who can speak a word in favour of my brother?
none who can say aught to stay the anger of the king? All silent? Go,
then! go, Ardaric! It is time that it were done."
Attila waved his hand; then, bending down his eyes again, he remained
motionless in the midst of those who stayed with him. But the only
moment of indecision that he had ever shown throughout his life had
passed away; and, as the moonlight streamed on his dark countenance,
no trait of wavering doubt could there be seen. All was firm and calm,
though stern and gloomy; and the knitted brow, the compressed lip, the
clinched hand, told that there were pangs, but no hesitation within.
The last of those sent upon the mission of death left the hall, and
with steps which were scarce heard even by waking ears, they went upon
their errand. A minute elapsed, and then there came a murmur of
voices, and then two or three loud shrieks from a woman's voice,
mingled with sobbing, prayers, and sad entreaties: then a dead heavy
fall--and then the tones of lamentation. Distant sounds succeeded, and
the noise of steps in various parts of the building; cries of grief
and terror followed, and some signs of contention were distinguished.
"Bid them shed no more blood!" said Attila, turning to one who stood
near: "cut off the head, but mangle not the body!"
Almost as he spoke, however, a slave rushed in with a lighted torch of
pine in one hand, and a drawn sword in the other; but when the light
glared upon Attila, he stood suddenly motionless before the king, as
if petrified with fear and astonishment. "Oh king, they have slain thy
brother!" he cried at length.
"It is well!" answered Attila: "get thee on one side, so shall no harm
befall thee." The next instant there came the sound of footsteps
running quickly; and Neva, with her hair dishevelled, and her feet
uncovered, ran into the hall, and cast herself at the feet of Attila.
"Oh, spare him! spare him!" she cried; "spare him for the memory of
thy father! Spare him for the remembered days of infancy! Spare him,
because of his weakness and thy strength! Pour not out thy kindred
blood upon the dust! Remember that thou wert a brother ere thou wert a
king! Spare him; forgive him if he have offended thee! But it cannot
be! They have lied unto me; thou canst not seek thy brother's life!
Thou wouldst never slay him who has slept in the same cradle, eaten
the same food, and stood by thy side in battle! Yet what dost thou
here? Oh, spare him! spare him!" and she clasped the knees of the dark
monarch in the agony of apprehension.
Others had followed her, women, and children, and slaves; and at
nearly the same time the chieftain called Uldric stood in the doorway,
and held up before the eyes of Attila a naked sword, along the blade
of which a drop or two of a dark red hue was seen to trickle in the
torchlight.
"Maiden!" said Attila, laying his hand on Neva's head, "cease thine
entreaties; they are now vain. Yet have not I done this thing. His own
hand it was that pulled the ruin on his head. He it was that cast
himself upon my sword, knowing that it was drawn, and that the hand
was firm that held it. Weep, if thou wilt! Go to thy chamber and weep!
it is the right and the weakness of woman. Go! but entreat no longer;
thou hast none now to save!"
She heard not, or heeded not his words, but still clasped his knees,
and with wild looks and streaming eyes she poured forth her
supplications. They were interrupted, however, by her mother's voice,
who passed through the crowd like a spectre, and, with spots of blood
upon her garments, stood before the king. "Ask him not to spare, my
child," she said, in a voice as calm as death; "ask him not to spare!
He knows no mercy! Ask him rather to give us our own doom quickly. Thy
father is dead already; why should we be left alive? Or is it thy
will, oh king, that we be sold as slaves? We are ready; but we would
rather die if the choice were left to such as us. We are but thy
brother Bleda's widow and children, and therefore have no claim upon
the conqueror of the world: no, not even to choose between death and
bondage. He that spared not his own brother will not spare the women
and the babes."
"Woman, I did spare him!" answered Attila, solemnly: "three times did
I spare, when any other man on earth, had he been monarch or slave,
had died for so offending Attila. Woman, I spared him so long as his
deeds affected but myself; but when he forgot all law and justice to
my people, when he made ready the spear and sword to raise up
contention in the land, when he slew the innocent and the noble,
Attila forgot he had a brother. Neither bondage nor death await thee
and thy children; thy husband's crimes have not affected thee; honour,
and wealth, and peaceful possession of all that he possessed shall be
thine; thy children shall be as my children, and I will defend them
against their enemies. Attila sought not his brother's wealth; he
sought but to do justice, and justice has been done. Take them hence,
Ardaric! take them hence! she is privileged to reproach and murmur;
but Attila would not that his ear should have any words that might
offend him. Take them hence!"
They were removed without resistance; and, after pausing for a moment
in thought, Attila demanded of those who had been present at his
brother's death, "What men have ye found in the house?"
"But few," was the reply; "and they were slaves."
"Was the deformed negro, Zercon, among them?" asked the monarch again.
"No," replied the Hun to whom he spoke; "we found him not."
"Let him be sought," said Attila, sternly. "He it was, he it must have
been who betrayed to Bleda the young Roman's journey. Accursed be all
they who supply to kings the means of gratifying bad desires! Let him
be sought, and, when found, scourge him from hence to Margus, and give
him up to the chief whom they call bishop of that town. I promised him
to love, defend, avenge his nephew; and I would that he should know I
keep my word. Onegisus, thou shalt remain here. Keep the land in
peace; assuage the grief that thou findest; and see that no evil
spirit rise among the tribes, to call for the hand of Attila, and
divide the power of the Huns. Ardaric," he continued, turning to the
King of the Gepid[ae], "I could wish, too, that messengers were sent
to meet the son of Paulinus as he returns from the banks of the
Juvavus: let them be despatched, and tell him to return by Margus.
That good priest of the new God of the Christians will see him
joyfully, as this matter may have reached his ears, and he may be
fearful for his nephew's safety. I would," he added, laying his hand
upon the sleeve of Ardaric's tunic, "I would that friends and enemies
should see and know that the word of Attila, be it for good or be it
for evil, is never broken; and that any one who finds a promise of the
king unfulfilled, should boldly say, Attila is dead."
Thus speaking, he turned, and leaving the hall, issued out into the
portico before the house of Bleda, over which the same calm moon was
still shining; while round about, in awful silence, stood the dark
circle of the Hunnish troops, waiting the conclusion of the fatal
deeds enacting within that low and quiet-looking abode. Attila paused
for a moment, and raised his hand to his eyes as if the moonlight
offended his sight. Then, striding forth into the open space, he
turned and gazed for a few moments on the dwelling of Bleda. That
contemplation was probably bitter, for as it ended he exclaimed,
"Alas, my brother!" And that was the only regret to which, throughout
his life, the lips of Attila gave voice.
There were old men who had known him as a boy, and who lived to see
his death, but they declared that within that one night was comprised
the whole that Attila had ever felt, either of indecision or regret.