Last Days of Pompeii eBook

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With his left hand circled round the form of Ione—­with his right arm raised in menace, and grasping the stilus which was to have been his weapon in the arena, and which he still fortunately bore about him, with his brow knit, his lips apart, the wrath and menace of human passions arrested as by a charm, upon his features, Glaucus fronted the Egyptian!

Arbaces turned his eyes from the mountain—­they rested on the form of Glaucus!  He paused a moment:  ‘Why,’ he muttered, ’should I hesitate?  Did not the stars foretell the only crisis of imminent peril to which I was subjected?—­Is not that peril past?’

‘The soul,’ cried he aloud, ’can brave the wreck of worlds and the wrath of imaginary gods!  By that soul will I conquer to the last!  Advance, slaves!—­Athenian, resist me, and thy blood be on thine own head!  Thus, then, I regain Ione!’

He advanced one step—­it was his last on earth!  The ground shook beneath him with a convulsion that cast all around upon its surface.  A simultaneous crash resounded through the city, as down toppled many a roof and pillar!—­the lightning, as if caught by the metal, lingered an instant on the Imperial Statue—­then shivered bronze and column!  Down fell the ruin, echoing along the street, and riving the solid pavement where it crashed!—­The prophecy of the stars was fulfilled!

The sound—­the shock, stunned the Athenian for several moments.  When he recovered, the light still illuminated the scene—­the earth still slid and trembled beneath!  Ione lay senseless on the ground; but he saw her not yet—­his eyes were fixed upon a ghastly face that seemed to emerge, without limbs or trunk, from the huge fragments of the shattered column—­a face of unutterable pain, agony, and despair!  The eyes shut and opened rapidly, as if sense were not yet fled; the lips quivered and grinned—­then sudden stillness and darkness fell over the features, yet retaining that aspect of horror never to be forgotten!

So perished the wise Magician—­the great Arbaces—­the Hermes of the Burning Belt—­the last of the royalty of Egypt!

Chapter IX

The despair of the loversThe condition of the multitude.

Glaucus turned in gratitude but in awe, caught Ione once more in his arms, and fled along the street, that was yet intensely luminous.  But suddenly a duller shade fell over the air.  Instinctively he turned to the mountain, and beheld! one of the two gigantic crests, into which the summit had been divided, rocked and wavered to and fro; and then, with a sound, the mightiness of which no language can describe, it fell from its burning base, and rushed, an avalanche of fire, down the sides of the mountain!  At the same instant gushed forth a volume of blackest smoke—­rolling on, over air, sea, and earth.

Another—­and another—­and another shower of ashes, far more profuse than before, scattered fresh desolation along the streets.  Darkness once more wrapped them as a veil; and Glaucus, his bold heart at last quelled and despairing, sank beneath the cover of an arch, and, clasping Ione to his heart—­a bride on that couch of ruin—­resigned himself to die.

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