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The Story of the Odyssey

Chapter 5 CARNA.

Word Count: 2223    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

ady, always delicate in health, had not long survived her transplantation to a northern climate. Six months after her arrival in Britain she had died in giving birth to a

s in his household. Her foster-daughter, a feeble little thing, whom she had the greatest difficulty in rearing, was as dear to her as was her own child, and the new arrangement ensured that she should not be separated from her. For ten years she was as happy as a woman who had lost so much could hope to be. She had the pleasure of seeing her delicate nursling pass safely through childhood, and grow into a handsome, vigorous girl. T

most faulty feature in her face; and it is true that its outline was not perfect. But the same observer, after a brief acquaintance, would probably have retracted his censure, and owned that this feature suited the rest of her face, and would have been less charming if it had been more perfect. ?lia was impulsive and quick of temper, honest and affectionate, but not caring to go below the surface of things, and without a particle of imagination. Carna, on the other hand, seemed the gentlest of women. Those blue eyes of hers were ready to express affection and pity; but no one-not even ?lia, who could be exceedingly provoking at times-had ever seen a [pg 50]flash of anger in them. But her nature had depths in it that none suspected to be there; it was richly endowed with all the best gifts of her Celtic race. She had a world of her own with which the gay Roman girl, whom she loved so dearly, and with whom she seemed to share all her thoughts, had nothing to do. Music touched her soul in a way of which ?lia, who could sing very charmingly, and play with no little expression on the cithara, had no conception. And though she had never written, or even composed, a verse, and possibly would never write or compose one, she was a poet

t this miserable creature? They are the worst plagues in this world, these Saxons, and it would

s the worst of it. A pagan, who has never heard of the Blessed

no worse off than his threescore companio

that seems to make a difference. And to think that this poor creature s

tender heart for no purpose. You had

ut hurried to the chamber to whi

adly pale, a pathetic contrast with the red-gold hair which fell in curly profusion about it. His eyes, in which the fire was almost quenched, were wide open, and fixed with an unchanging gaze upon a figure that stood motionless at the foot of the bed. This was his brother, who had been permitted by the humanity of the Count to be present.

d to be at fault. A messenger, sent by Carna, had warned him that a dying man required his ministrations, but had added no further particulars, and the worthy man, who was busy at the time in littering down his cattle, had hastily changed his working dress for his priestly habiliments, and had come ready, as he thought, to administer the last consolations of the Church to a dying Christian. The case utterly perplexed him. He had tried the two la

saw death in the Saxon's face; she saw the hop

"can you do nothing, nothin

, "I am helpless. He knows not

not bap

ion of repentance, without a c

before your eyes withou

in his tone, "I have told you that I am helples

ed his look from his brother and fixed it steadfastly on this beautiful apparition. Clad in white from head to foot, with a golden girdle about her waist, her eyes shining with excitement, her whole face transfigured by a passion of pity, she seemed to him a vision from another world, one of the Walhalla maidens of whom his mother had talked

into a passi

idst her sobs, "he is gone,

he girl's saintliness-a saintliness to which he, worthy man as he was, had no pretensio

. Do you think that the All-Father does not love this poor stranger as well as you, nay, better than you can love him? that He cannot care f

and faithless. I was angry, I suppose, to find myself baffled and helple

him to approach the bed. He stooped and kissed the lips of the dead, and then, choking down the sobs which convulsed his breast, turned away, seemingly calm a

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