Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.

Serapis — Complete eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 415 pages of information about Serapis — Complete.

War-cries and trumpet-calls rang and echoed through the Serapeum.  The battle was now a hand-to-hand fight; the besiegers had surmounted the barricade and stood face to face with the heathen.  Herse saw them coming; she snatched the dart from her husband’s wound, and fired by hatred and a wild thirst for vengeance, she rushed upon the besiegers with frantic and helpless fury, cursing them loudly.  She met the death she craved; a javelin struck her and she fell close to her husband and son.  Her death struggle was a short one; she had only time and strength to extend a hand to lay on each before she herself was a corpse.

The battle raged round the heap of dead; the Imperial troops drove the garrison backwards into the temple-halls, and the plan of attack which had been agreed upon at a council of war held in the palace of the Comes, was carried out, point by point, with cool courage and irresistible force.  A few maniples pursued the fugitives into the main entrance hall, helped them to force the gates open, and then drove them down the slope and steps, over the stones that had been heaped up for protection, and into the very arms of the division placed in front of the temple.  These at once surrounded them and took them prisoners, as the hunter traps the game that rushes down upon him when driven by the dogs and beaters.  Foremost to fly were the women from the rotunda, who were welcomed with acclamations by the soldiers.

But those who now tried to defend themselves found no quarter.  Berenice had picked up a sword that was lying on the ground and had opened a vein with the point of it; her body, bathed in blood, was found at the foot of the statue of justice.

No sooner had the Christians mastered the barricade than a few maniples had been sent up to the roof, and the defenders had been compelled to surrender or to throw themselves from the parapet.  Old Memnon, who had been fighting against his Imperial master and could hope for no mercy, sprang at once into the gulf below, and others followed his example; for the end of all things was now close at hand, and to the nobler souls to die voluntarily in battle for great Serapis seemed finer and worthier than to languish in the enemy’s chains.

CHAPTER XXIV.

The terrific storm of the preceding night had thrown the whole city into dismay.  Everyone knew the danger that threatened Serapis, and what must ensue if he were overthrown; and everyone had thought that the end of the world had indeed come.  But the tempest died away; the sun’s bright glow dispersed the clouds and mist; sea and sky smiled radiantly blue, and the trees and herbage glistened in revived freshness.

Not yet had the Romans dared to lay hands on the chief of the gods, the patron and protector of the city.  Serapis had perhaps sent the lightning, thunder and rain as a message to warn his foes.  If only they might abstain from the last, worst crime of desecrating his image!

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