We flew to the Persian gate.
"But why," asked Fausta, addressing Gracchus on the way, "are you not more elated? What suspicion do you entertain of Sapor? Will he not be sincerely desirous to aid us?"
"I fear not," replied Gracchus. "If we are to be the conquering party in this war, he will send such an army as would afterward make it plain that he had intended an act of friendship, and done the duty of an ally. If we are to be beaten, he will lose little in losing such an army, and will easily, by placing the matter in certain lights, convince the Romans that their interests had been consulted, rather than ours, We can expect no act of true friendship from Sapor. Yet he dares not abandon us. Were Hormisdas upon the throne, our prospects were brighter."
"I pray the G.o.ds that ancient wretch may quickly perish then," cried Fausta, "if such might be the consequences to us. Why is he suffered longer to darken Persia and the earth with his cruel despotism!"
"His throne shakes beneath him," replied Gracchus; "a breath may throw it down."
As we issued forth upon the walls, and then mounted to the battlements of the highest tower, whence the eye took in the environs of the city, and even the farthest verge of the plain, and overlooked, like one"s own court-yard, the camp and intrenchments of the Romans--we beheld with distinctness the Persian forces within less than two Roman miles. They had halted and formed, and there apparently awaited the enemy.
No sooner had Gracchus surveyed well the scene, than he exclaimed, "The G.o.ds be praised! I have done Sapor injustice. Yonder forces are such as may well call forth all the strength of the Roman army. In that case there will be much for us to do. I must descend and to the post of duty."
So saying he left us.
"I suppose," said Fausta, "in case the enemy be such as to draw off the larger part of the Roman army, sorties will be made from the gates upon their camp?"
"Yes," I rejoined; "if the Romans should suffer themselves to be drawn to a distance, and their forces divided, a great chance would fall into the hands of the city. But that they will not do. You perceive the Romans move not, but keep their station just where they are. They will oblige the Persians to commence the a.s.sault upon them in their present position, or there will be no battle."
"I perceive their policy now," said Fausta. "And the battle being fought so near the walls, they are still as strongly beleaguered as ever--at least half their strength seems to remain within their intrenchments. See, see! the Persian army is on the march. It moves toward the city. Now again it halts."
"It hopes to entice Aurelian from his position, so as to put power into our hands. But they will fail in their object."
"Yes, I fear they will," replied Fausta. "The Romans remain fixed as statues in their place."
"Is it not plain to you, Fausta," said I, "that the Persians conceive not the full strength of the Roman army? Your eye can now measure their respective forces."
"It is too plain, alas!" said Fausta. "If the Persians should defeat the army now formed, there is another within the trenches to be defeated afterwards, Now they move again. Righteous G.o.ds, interpose in our behalf!"
At this moment indeed the whole Persian army put itself into quick and decisive motion, as if determined to dare all--and achieve all for their ally, if fate should so decree. It was a sight beautiful to behold, but of an interest too painful almost to be endured. The very existence of a city and an empire seemed to hang upon its issues; and here, looking on and awaiting the decisive moment, was as it were the empire itself a.s.sembled upon the walls of its capital, with which, if it should fall, the kingdom would also fall, and the same ruin cover both. The Queen herself was there to animate and encourage by her presence, not only the hearts of all around, but even the distant forces of the Persians, who, from their position, might easily behold the whole extent of the walls and towers, covered with an innumerable mult.i.tude of the besieged inhabitants, who, by waving their hands, and by every conceivable demonstration, gave them to feel more deeply than they could otherwise have done, how much was depending upon their skill and bravery.
Soon after the last movement of the Persians, the light troops of either army encountered, and by a discharge of arrows and javelins, commenced the attack. Then in a few moments, it being apparently impossible to restrain the impatient soldiery, the battle became general. The cry of the onset and the clash of arms fell distinctly upon our ears. Long, long, were the opposing armies mingled together in one undistinguishable ma.s.s, waging an equal fight. Now it would sway toward the one side, and now toward the other, heaving and bending as a field of ripe grain to the fitful breeze. Fausta sat with clenched hands and straining eye, watching the doubtful fight, and waiting the issue in speechless agony. A deep silence, as of night and death, held the whole swarming mult.i.tude of the citizens, who hardly seemed as if they dared breathe while what seemed the final scene was in the act of being performed.
Suddenly a new scene, and more terrific because nearer, burst upon our sight. At a signal given by Zen.o.bia from the high tower which she occupied, the gates below us flew open, and Zabdas, at the head of all the flower of the Palmyra cavalry, poured forth, followed closely from this and the other gates by the infantry. The battle now raged between the walls and the Roman intrenchments as well as beyond. The whole plain was one field of battle and slaughter. Despair lent vigor and swiftness to the horse and foot of Palmyra; rage at the long continued contest, revenge for all they had lost and endured, nerved the Roman arm, and gave a double edge to its sword. Never before, my Curtius, had I beheld a fight in which every blow seemed so to carry with it the whole soul, boiling with wrath, of him who gave it. Death sat upon every arm.
"Lucius!" cried Fausta, I started, for it had been long that she had uttered not a word.
"Lucius! unless my eye grows dim and lies, which the G.o.ds grant, the Persians! look! they give way--is it not so? Immortal G.o.ds, forsake not my country!"
"The battle may yet turn," I said, turning my eyes where she pointed, and seeing it was so--"despair not, dear Fausta. If the Persians yield--see, Zabdas has mounted the Roman intrenchments."
"Yes--they fly," screamed Fausta, and would madly have sprung over the battlements, but that I seized and held her. At the same moment a cry arose that Zabdas was slain--her eye caught his n.o.ble form as it fell backwards from his horse, and with a faint exclamation, "Palmyra is lost!" fell lifeless into my arms.
While I devoted myself to her recovery, cries of distress and despair fell from all quarters upon my ear. And when I had succeeded in restoring her to consciousness, the fate of the day was decided--the Persians were routed--the Palmyrenes were hurrying in wild confusion before the pursuing Romans, and pressing into the gates.
"Lucius," said Fausta, "I am sorry for this weakness. But to sit as it were chained here, the witness of such disaster, is too much for mere mortal force. Could I but have mingled in that fight! Ah, how cruel the slaughter of those flying troops! Why do they not turn, and at least die with their faces toward the enemy? Let us now go and seek Calpurnius and Gracchus."
"We cannot yet, Fausta, for the streets are thronged with this flying mult.i.tude."
"It is hard to remain here, the ears rent, and the heart torn by these shrieks of the wounded and dying. How horrible this tumult! It seems as if the world were expiring. There--the gates are swinging upon their hinges; they are shut. Let us descend."
We forced our way as well as we could through the streets, crowded now with soldiers and citizens--the soldiers scattered and in disorder, the citizens weeping and alarmed--some hardly able to drag along themselves, others sinking beneath the weight of the wounded whom they bore upon their shoulders, or upon lances and shields as upon a litter. The way was all along obstructed by the bodies of men and horses who had there fallen and died, their wounds allowing them to proceed no further, or who had been run down and trampled to death in the tumult and hurry of the entrance.
After a long and weary struggle, we reached the house of Gracchus--still solitary--for neither he nor Calpurnius had returned. The slaves gathered around us to know the certainty and extent of the evil. When they had learned it, their sorrow for their mistress, whom they loved for her own sake, and whom they saw overwhelmed with grief, made them almost forget that they only were suffering these things who had inflicted a worse injury upon themselves. I could not but admire a virtue which seemed of double l.u.s.tre from the circ.u.mstances in which it was manifested.
Calpurnius had been in the thickest of the fight, but had escaped unhurt. He was near Zabdas when he fell, and revenged his death by hewing down the soldier who had pierced him with his lance.
"Zabdas," said Calpurnius, when in the evening we recalled the sad events of the day, "was not instantly killed by the thrust of the spear, but falling backwards from his horse, found strength and life enough remaining to raise himself upon his knee, and cheer me on, as I flew to revenge his death upon the retreating Roman. As I returned to him, having completed my task, he had sunk upon the ground, but was still living, and his eye bright with its wonted fire. I raised him in my arms, and lifting him upon my horse, moved toward the gate, intending to bring him within the walls. But he presently entreated me to desist."
""I die," said he; "it is all in vain, n.o.ble Piso. Lay me at the root of this tree, and that shall be my bed and its shaft my monument."
"I took him from the horse as he desired."
""Place me," said he, "with my back against the tree, and my face toward the intrenchments, that while I live I may see the battle. Piso, tell the Queen that to the last hour I am true to her. It has been my glory in life to live but for her, and my death is a happiness, dying for her. Her image swims before me now, and over her hovers a winged victory. The Romans fly--I knew it would be so--the dogs cannot stand before the cavalry of Palmyra--they never could--they fled at Antioch. Hark!--there are the shouts of triumph--bring me my horse--Zen.o.bia! live and reign forever!"
"With these words and in this happy delusion, his head fell upon his bosom, and he died. I returned to the conflict; but it had become a rout, and I was borne along with the rushing throng toward the gates."
After a night of repose and quiet, there has come another day of adversity. The hopes of the city have again been raised, only again to be disappointed. The joyful cry was heard from the walls in the morning, that the Saracens and Armenians with united forces were in the field. Coming so soon upon the fatiguing duty of the last day, and the Roman army not having received reinforcements from the West, it was believed that the enemy could not sustain another onset as fierce as that of the Persians. I hastened once more to the walls--Fausta being compelled by Gracchus to remain within the palace--to witness as I believed another battle.
The report I found true. The allied forces of those nations were in sight--the Romans were already drawn from their encampment to encounter them. The same policy was pursued on their part as before. They awaited the approach of the new enemy just on the outer side of their works. The walls and towers as far as the eye could reach were again swarming with the population of Palmyra.
For a long time neither army seemed disposed to move.
"They seem not very ready to try the fortune of another day," said a citizen to me standing by my side. "Nor do I wonder. The Persians gave them rough handling. A few thousands more on their side, and the event would not have been as it was. Think you not the sally under Zabdas was too long deferred?"
"It is easy afterward," I replied, "to say how an action should have been performed. It requires the knowledge and wisdom of a G.o.d never to err. There were different judgments I know, but for myself I believe the Queen was right; that is, whether Zabdas had left the gates earlier or later, the event would have been the same."
"What means that?" suddenly exclaimed my companion; "see you yonder herald bearing a flag of truce, and proceeding from the Roman ranks? It bodes no good to Palmyra. What think you the purpose is?"
"It may be but to ask a forbearance of arms for a few hours, or a day perhaps. Yet it is not the custom of Rome. I cannot guess."
"That can I," exclaimed another citizen on my other side. "Neither in the Armenians nor yet the Saracens can so much trust be reposed as in a Christian or a Jew. They are for the strongest. Think you they have come to fight? Not if they can treat to better purpose. The Romans, who know by heart the people of the whole earth, know them. Mark me, they will draw never a sword. As the chances are now, they will judge the Romans winners, and a little gold will buy them."
"The G.o.ds forbid," cried the other, "that it should be so; they are the last hope of Palmyra. If they fail us, we must e"en throw open our gates, and take our fate at the mercy of Aurelian."
"Never while I have an arm that can wield a sword, shall a gate of Palmyra swing upon its hinge to let in an enemy."
"Food already grows short," said the first; "better yield than starve."
"Thou, friend, art in no danger for many a day, if, as is fabled of certain animals, thou canst live on thine own fat. Or if it came to extremities, thou wouldst make a capital stew or roast for others."
At which the surrounding crowd laughed heartily, while the fat man, turning pale, slunk away and disappeared.
"That man," said one, "would betray a city for a full meal."
"I know him well," said another; "he is the earliest at the markets, where you may always see him feeling out with his fat finger the parts of meats that are kindred to himself. His soul, could it be seen, would be of the form of a fat kidney. His riches he values only as they can be changed into food. Were all Palmyra starved, he, were he sought, would be found in some deep-down vault, bedded in the choicest meats--enough to stand a year"s siege, and leave his paunch as far about as "t is to-day. See, the Queen betrays anxiety. The G.o.ds shield her from harm!"
Zen.o.bia occupied the same post of observation as before. She paced to and fro with a hasty and troubled step the narrow summit of the tower, where she had placed herself.