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第148章

"Signor Luigi," said the Jew, When the Sicilian's tale was told, "The were-wolf is a legend old, But the were-ass is something new, And yet for one I think it true.

The days of wonder have not ceased If there are beasts in forms of men, As sure it happens now and then, Why may not man become a beast, In way of punishment at least?

"But this I will not now discuss, I leave the theme, that we may thus Remain within the realm of song.

The story that I told before, Though not acceptable to all, At least you did not find too long.

I beg you, let me try again, With something in a different vein, Before you bid the curtain fall.

Meanwhile keep watch upon the door, Nor let the Landlord leave his chair, Lest he should vanish into air, And thus elude our search once more.

Thus saying, from his lips he blew A little cloud of perfumed breath, And then, as if it were a clew To lead his footsteps safely through, Began his tale as followeth.

THE SPANISH JEW'S SECOND TALE

SCANDERBEG

The battle is fought and won By King Ladislaus the Hun, In fire of hell and death's frost, On the day of Pentecost.

And in rout before his path From the field of battle red Flee all that are not dead Of the army of Amurath.

In the darkness of the night Iskander, the pride and boast Of that mighty Othman host, With his routed Turks, takes flight From the battle fought and lost On the day of Pentecost;Leaving behind him dead The army of Amurath, The vanguard as it led, The rearguard as it fled, Mown down in the bloody swath Of the battle's aftermath.

But he cared not for Hospodars, Nor for Baron or Voivode, As on through the night he rode And gazed at the fateful stars, That were shining overhead But smote his steed with his staff, And smiled to himself, and said;"This is the time to laugh."

In the middle of the night, In a halt of the hurrying flight, There came a Scribe of the King Wearing his signet ring, And said in a voice severe:

"This is the first dark blot On thy name, George Castriot!

Alas why art thou here, And the army of Amurath slain, And left on the battle plain?"And Iskander answered and said:

"They lie on the bloody sod By the hoofs of horses trod;But this was the decree Of the watchers overhead;For the war belongeth to God, And in battle who are we, Who are we, that shall withstand The wind of his lifted hand?"Then he bade them bind with chains This man of books and brains;And the Scribe said: "What misdeed Have I done, that, without need, Thou doest to me this thing?"And Iskander answering Said unto him: "Not one Misdeed to me hast thou done;But for fear that thou shouldst run And hide thyself from me, Have I done this unto thee.

"Now write me a writing, O Scribe, And a blessing be on thy tribe!

A writing sealed with thy ring, To King Amurath's Pasha In the city of Croia, The city moated and walled, That he surrender the same In the name of my master, the King;For what is writ in his name Can never be recalled."And the Scribe bowed low in dread, And unto Iskander said:

"Allah is great and just, But we are as ashes and dust;How shall I do this thing, When I know that my guilty head Will be forfeit to the King?"Then swift as a shooting star The curved and shining blade Of Iskander's scimetar From its sheath, with jewels bright, Shot, as he thundered: "Write!"And the trembling Scribe obeyed, And wrote in the fitful glare Of the bivouac fire apart, With the chill of the midnight air On his forehead white and bare, And the chill of death in his heart.

Then again Iskander cried:

"Now follow whither I ride, For here thou must not stay.

Thou shalt be as my dearest friend, And honors without end Shall surround thee on every side, And attend thee night and day."But the sullen Scribe replied "Our pathways here divide;Mine leadeth not thy way."

And even as he spoke Fell a sudden scimetar-stroke, When no one else was near;And the Scribe sank to the ground, As a stone, pushed from the brink Of a black pool, might sink With a sob and disappear;And no one saw the deed;

And in the stillness around No sound was heard but the sound Of the hoofs of Iskander's steed, As forward he sprang with a bound.

Then onward he rode and afar, With scarce three hundred men, Through river and forest and fen, O'er the mountains of Argentar;And his heart was merry within, When he crossed the river Drin, And saw in the gleam of the morn The White Castle Ak-Hissar, The city Croia called, The city moated and walled, The city where he was born,--And above it the morning star.

Then his trumpeters in the van On their silver bugles blew, And in crowds about him ran Albanian and Turkoman, That the sound together drew.

And he feasted with his friends, And when they were warm with wine, He said: "O friends of mine, Behold what fortune sends, And what the fates design!

King Amurath commands That my father's wide domain, This city and all its lands, Shall be given to me again."Then to the Castle White He rode in regal state, And entered in at the gate In all his arms bedight, And gave to the Pasha Who ruled in Croia The writing of the King, Sealed with his signet ring.

And the Pasha bowed his head, And after a silence said:

"Allah is just and great!

I yield to the will divine, The city and lands are thine;Who shall contend with fate?"

Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head;And a shout ascends on high, For men's souls are tired of the Turks, And their wicked ways and works, That have made of Ak-Hissar A city of the plague;And the loud, exultant cry That echoes wide and far Is: "Long live Scanderbeg!"It was thus Iskander came Once more unto his own;And the tidings, like the flame Of a conflagration blown By the winds of summer, ran, Till the land was in a blaze, And the cities far and near, Sayeth Ben Joshua Ben Meir, In his Book of the Words of the Days, "Were taken as a man Would take the tip of his ear."INTERLUDE

"Now that is after my own heart,"

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