Or hoist his living carcase, hook'd on high, To feed the fowls and insects of the sky; To that remorseless heart of royalty Might prompt, accursed instruments they stand Whiten the lip, and make the abhorrent eye How then fared he for whom the mighty crowd Suffered in spirit thus,... how then fared he? A ghastly smile was on his lip, his eye Glared with a ghastly hope, as he drew nigh, And cried aloud, Yes, Rajah! it is I! And wilt thou kill me now? The countenance of the Almighty Man Fell when he knew Ladurlad, and his brow Was clouded with despite, as one asham'd. That wretch again! indignant he exclaim'd, And smote his forehead, and stood silently Awhile in wrath: then, with ferocious smile, And eyes which seem'd to darken his dark cheek, Let him free! he cried; he hath his curse, go And Vengeance upon him can wreak no worse... ye who did not stop him... tremble ye! But He bade the archers pile their weapons there : No sweetening vengeance rous'd a brave despair. ... Lifted aloft,. they glitter'd then no more, Their light was gone, their splendour quench'd in gore. At noon the massacre begun, And night clos'd in before the work of death was done. IX. THE HOME-SCENE. The steam of slaughter from that place of blood Spread o'er the tainted sky. Vultures, for whom the Rajah's tyranny So oft had furnish'd food, from far and nigh Far off the tygers, in the inmost wood, Heard the death-shriek, and snuff'd the scent of blood. They rose, and through the covert went their way, Couch'd at the forest edge, and waited for their prey. He who had sought for death went wandering on, The hope which had inspir'd his heart was gone, Yet a wild joyance still inflam'd his face, A smile of vengeance, a triumphant glow. Where goes he?... Whither should Ladurlad go! Unwittingly the wretch's footsteps trace Their wonted path toward his dwelling-place; And wandering on, unknowing where, He starts at finding he is there. Behold his lowly home, By yonder broad-bough'd plane o'ershaded: And there the garland twin'd by Kailyal's hands The Peacocks, at their master's sight, And hurry round, and search the ground, And veer their glancing necks from side to side, Expecting from his hand |