Lew Wallace

COMMODUS & THE WOOING OF MALKATOON (Illustrated)


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      Lew Wallace

      COMMODUS & THE WOOING OF MALKATOON

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-7583-002-9

      Table of Contents

       THE WOOING OF MALKATOON

       COMMODUS: A Historical Play

      THE WOOING OF MALKATOON

       Table of Contents

       Prologue

       Edebali the Dervish

       Othman and Malkatoon

       Othman and Edebali

       Othman and His Tribesmen

       Othman in No Man's Land

       Othman Renews His Prayer for Malkatoon

       Othman and His Tribe

       Othman and the Lord of Eskischeer

       Edebali and the Lord of Eskischeer

       The Lord of Eskischeer in Quest of Othman

       The Combat

       Othman and Islam

       Othman Has a Vision

      Prologue

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       Child Mahommed 1

      The dance and song, the tales and juggleries,

       With which the wise Sultana-mother used

       To speed the laggard hours of harem life,

       Were good for folk with souls of every day;

       But Mahommed would nothing have that did

       Not stir his warrior sense. The cymbal's crash,

       And trumpets strident notes, unmixed of plaint

       Or melody, could always bid him near

       And hold him fast, a wild-eyed listener;

       And with his urchin's fist he beat the drum,

       And trembled with delight to hear its roll

       Invade the silent places of the house,

       And die in distant halls. And all day long,

       With a heap of stippled ivory cubes,

       The gift antique of a forgotten prince

       Who erstwhile ruled a land of elephants

       Off in the sunrise somewhere, he would build

       Tall castle piles, and wall and moat them round,

       And when he thought them perfect for defence,

       Retire a little space, and with his bow

       And arrows shoot them into formless wrecks.

       But best of all he loved of afternoons,

       When, in the musky - shaded central court,

       The ladies of the household met to feast

       On spiced meats, and nuts, and snow-cooled draughts,

       And exchange trinketries and quips as rich,

       And chorus loud the while the slaves before

       Them spread what all the merchants from the gates

       Without had dared to send them — such the time

       The doughty child best loved to dight himself

       As Eastern knights for battle bound were wont,

       And on the Kislar-Aga's sword for steed,

       And yelling shrill,, with undissembled rage

       And fury burst upon the startled groups,

       And send them screaming thence, and, doing so,

       Imagine that he did but re-enact

       The role of black Antar, who used alone

       To sheer ten thousand horsemen of their heads.

       Nor were there any of the luresome wiles

       With children potent since the world began

       Enough to lay the martial jealousy

       With which he held the court. Nor cared he more

       For truce proposed in form by heralds trained,

       And leading troops of buglers clad in gold,

       And blowing flourishes until the sky

       Were like to crack and fall. At length would come

       The high Sultana. In her deep reserve

       Of mother-love she held the only charm

       To calm his mood and raise the well-kept siege.

       "The battle's done. My lord must now dismount;

       And I will tell him of our Othman bold,

       And how he wooed and won his Malkatoon."

       And with the saying she would gravely reach

       Her hands to him, and he would run to her,

       And at her feet throw down his lance and shield;

       And haply seated then, his ruddy cheek

       Soft pillowed on her twin - orbed, ample breast,

       The tale she would unfold.

      Edebali the Dervish

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      "My lord must know

       That in the ancient time, near Eskischeer,

       A many-gated