The Casque's Lark; or, Victoria, the Mother of the Camps

The Casque's Lark; or, Victoria, the Mother of the Camps
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Эжен Сю. The Casque's Lark; or, Victoria, the Mother of the Camps

INTRODUCTION

PART I. FOREIGN FOES

CHAPTER I. SCHANVOCH AND SAMPSO

CHAPTER II. ON THE RHINE

CHAPTER III. THE HORDES OF THE FRANKS

CHAPTER IV. THE PRIESTESS ELWIG

CHAPTER V. NEROWEG THE TERRIBLE EAGLE

CHAPTER VI. THE FLIGHT

CHAPTER VII. SHADOWS ACROSS THE PATH

CHAPTER VIII. CAPTAIN MARION

CHAPTER IX. VICTORIA THE GREAT

CHAPTER X. TETRIK

CHAPTER XI. VICTORIN

CHAPTER XII. TO BATTLE!

CHAPTER XIII. THE BATTLE OF THE RHINE

CHAPTER XIV. THE HOMEWARD RIDE

PART II. DOMESTIC TRAITORS

CHAPTER I. GATHERING SHADOWS

CHAPTER II. THE CATASTROPHE

CHAPTER III. THE MORTUARY CHAMBER

CHAPTER IV. FUNERAL PYRES

CHAPTER V. ASSASSINATION OF MARION

CHAPTER VI. THE TRAITOR UNMASKED

CHAPTER VII. THE VISION OF VICTORIA

CHAPTER VIII. CRIME TRIUMPHANT

CHAPTER IX. KIDDA, THE BOHEMIAN GIRL

EPILOGUE

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The morning of the day that I am telling of, I quitted my bed with the dawn, leaving my beloved wife Ellen soundly asleep. I contemplated her for an instant. Her long loose hair partly covered her bosom; her sweet and beautiful head rested upon one of her folded arms, while the other reclined on your cradle, my son, as if to protect you even during her sleep. I lightly kissed both your foreheads, fearing to awake you. It required an effort on my part to refrain from tenderly embracing you both again and again. I was bound upon a venturesome expedition; perchance, the kiss that I hardly dared to give you was the last you were ever to receive from me. I left the room where you slept and repaired to the contiguous one to arm myself, to don my cuirass over my blouse, and take my casque and sword. I then left the house. At our threshold I met Sampso, my wife's sister, as gentle and beautiful as herself. She held her apron filled with flowers of different colors; they were still wet with the dew. She had just gathered them in our little garden. Seeing me, she smiled and blushed surprised.

"Up so early, Sampso?" I said to her. "I thought I was the first one stirring. But what is the purpose of these flowers?"

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"Riowag, do you want to deliver the Gaul to the priestess Elwig?"

"Yes," answered the chief; "yes, I want to, and it shall be done as I order!"

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