The Bride of the Nile — Volume 08 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 91 pages of information about The Bride of the Nile — Volume 08.

The Bride of the Nile — Volume 08 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 91 pages of information about The Bride of the Nile — Volume 08.

The six men now laid hold of the slightly-constructed float, on which they placed their bows and quivers; they pushed it before them, and it supported them above the shallow water, while their feet only just touched the oozy bottom.  They were all thorough soldiers, true sons of the desert and of their race—­men whom nature seemed to have conceived as a counterpart to the eagle, the master-piece of the winged creation.  Keen-eyed, strongly-knit though small-boned, bereft of every fibre of superfluous flesh on their sinewy limbs, with bold brown faces and sharply-cut features, suggesting the king of birds not merely by the aquiline nose, they had also the eagle’s courage, thirst for blood, and greed of victory.

Each held on to the raft by one lean, wiry arm, carrying on the other the round bucklers on which the arrows that came whistling from the boat, fell and stuck as soon as they were within shot.  They ground their white teeth with fury and nothing within ken escaped their bright hawk’s eyes.  They had come to fight, even if the boat had been defended by fifty Egyptian soldiers instead of carrying a score or so of sailors and artisans.  Their brave hearts felt safe under their shirts of mail, and their ready, fertile brains under their brazen helmets; and they marked the dull rattle of the arrows against their metal shields with elation and contempt.  To deal death was the wish of their souls; to meet it caused them no dread; for their glowing fancy painted an open Paradise where beautiful women awaited them open-armed, and brimming goblets promised to satisfy every desire.

Their keen ears heard their captain’s whispered commands; when they reached the ship’s side, one caught hold of the sill of the cabin window, their leader, as quick as thought, sprang on to his shoulders, and from thence on to the deck, thrusting his lance through the body of a sailor who tried to stop him with his axe.  A second Arab was close at his heels; two gleaming scimitars flashed in the sun, the shrill, guttural, savage war-cry of the Moslems rent the air, and the captain fell, the first victim to their blood-thirsty fury, with a deep cut across the face and forehead; in a moment, however, a heavy spar sang through the air down on the head of the Moslem leader and laid him low.  The helmsman, the brother of the fallen pilot, had wielded it with the might of the avenger.

A fearful din, increased by the shrieks and wailing of the nuns, now filled the vessel.  The second Arab dealt death on all sides with the courage and strength of desperation, and three of his fellows managed to climb up the boat’s side; but the last man was pushed back into the water.  By this time two of the shipwrights and five sailors had fallen.  Rufinus was kneeling by the captain, who was crying feebly for help, bleeding profusely, though not mortally wounded.  Setnau had spoken with much anxiety of his wife and children, and Rufinus, hoping to save

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