11. Where art thou, Son of Heaven, Ereenia, where? Seize him! the Enchantress cried; A host of Demons at her word appear, Nor that celestial faulchion, which in fight And at the feet of Lorrinite is laid. 12. Meantime the scatter'd members of the slain, And that foul Spirit upon vengeance bent, Lo! here, quoth Lorrinite, thou seest thy foe! The billows of the Ocean, will I lay; Gods are there none to help him now, and there To that dread scene of durance and despair, To chain him in the Tombs. Meantime do thou, 13. Her words the accursed race obey'd; Forth with a sound like rushing winds they fled, And of all aid from Earth or Heaven bereft, Alone with Arvalan the Maid was left. But in that hour of agony, the Maid Deserted not herself; her very dread Had calm'd her; and her heart Knew the whole horror, and its only part. Yamen, receive me undefiled! she said, And seized a torch, and fired the bridal bed. Up ran the rapid flames; on every side They find their fuel wheresoe'er they spread; Thin hangings, fragrant gums, and odorous wood, That piled like sacrificial altars stood. Around they run, and upward they aspire, And, lo! the huge Pagoda lined with fire. 14. The wicked Soul, who had assumed again Obnoxious as to pleasure: forth he flew, Howling and scorch'd by the devouring flame; Accursed Spirit! Still condemn'd to rue, The act of sin and punishment the same. Freed from his loathsome touch, a natural dread Came on the self-devoted, and she drew Back from the flames, which now toward her spread, And, like a living monster, seem'd to dart Their hungry tongues toward their shrinking prey. Soon she subdued her heart; "O Father!" she exclaim'd, "there was no way But this! And thou, Ereenia, who for me Sufferest, my soul shall bear thee company." 15. So having said, she knit Her body up to work her soul's desire, Like as a God, Ladurlad made his way; XV. THE CITY OF BALY. 1. KAILYAL. Ereenia! LADURLAD. Nay, let no reproachful thought Wrong his heroic heart! The Evil Powers KAILYAL. Alas, my Father! he hath ventured here, And saved me from one horror. But the Powers Of Evil beat him down, and bore away To some dread scene of durance and despair; The Ancient Tombs, methought their mistress said, Beneath the ocean-waves; no way for Man Is there; and Gods, she boasted, there are none On Earth to help him now. LADURLAD. Is that her boast? And hath she laid him in the Ancient Tombs, Relying that the Waves will guard him there? Short-sighted are the eyes of Wickedness, And all its craft but folly. Oh my child! The Curses of the Wicked are upon me, And the immortal Deities, who see And suffer all things for their own wise end, Have made them blessings to us! KAILYAL. Then thou knowest LADURLAD. To the Sepulchres Of the Ancient Kings, which Baly in his power 2. Up from the ground the Maid exultant sprung, |