COMMODUS & THE WOOING OF MALKATOON (Illustrated). Lew Wallace

      Prologue

       Table of Contents

       Child Mahommed 1

      The dance and song, the tales and juggleries,

       With which the wise Sultana-mother used

       To speed the laggard hours of harem life,

       Were good for folk with souls of every day;

       But Mahommed would nothing have that did

       Not stir his warrior sense. The cymbal's crash,

       And trumpets strident notes, unmixed of plaint

       Or melody, could always bid him near

       And hold him fast, a wild-eyed listener;

       And with his urchin's fist he beat the drum,

       And trembled with delight to hear its roll

       Invade the silent places of the house,

       And die in distant halls. And all day long,

       With a heap of stippled ivory cubes,

       The gift antique of a forgotten prince

       Who erstwhile ruled a land of elephants

       Off in the sunrise somewhere, he would build

       Tall castle piles, and wall and moat them round,

       And when he thought them perfect for defence,

       Retire a little space, and with his bow

       And arrows shoot them into formless wrecks.

       But best of all he loved of afternoons,

       When, in the musky - shaded central court,

       The ladies of the household met to feast

       On spiced meats, and nuts, and snow-cooled draughts,

       And exchange trinketries and quips as rich,

       And chorus loud the while the slaves before

       Them spread what all the merchants from the gates

       Without had dared to send them — such the time

       The doughty child best loved to dight himself

       As Eastern knights for battle bound were wont,

       And on the Kislar-Aga's sword for steed,

       And yelling shrill,, with undissembled rage

       And fury burst upon the startled groups,

       And send them screaming thence, and, doing so,

       Imagine that he did but re-enact

       The role of black Antar, who used alone

       To sheer ten thousand horsemen of their heads.

       Nor were there any of the luresome wiles

       With children potent since the world began

       Enough to lay the martial jealousy

       With which he held the court. Nor cared he more

       For truce proposed in form by heralds trained,

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