fleetly speed, thou courser bold, and track the desertís trackless
way. Beneath thee is the boundless earth, above thee is the boundless
heaven, an iron soil and brazen sky. Speed, swiftly speed, thou
courser bold, and track the desertís trackless way.
Ah! dost thou deem these salty plains6
lead to thy Yemenís happy groves, and dost thou scent on the hot
breeze the spicy breath of Araby? A sweet delusion, noble steed,
for this briny wilderness leads not to the happy groves of Yemen,
and the breath thou scentest on the coming breeze is not the spicy
breath of Araby.
The day has died, the stars have risen, with all the splendour
of a desert sky, and now the Night descending brings solace on her
dewy wings to the fainting form and pallid cheek of the youthful
Still the courser onward rushes, still his mighty heart supports
him. Season and space, the glowing soil, the burning ray, yield
to the tempest of his frame; the thunder of his nerves, and lightning
of his veins.
Food or water they have none. No genial fount, no graceful tree,
rise with their pleasant company. Never a beast or bird is there,
in that hoary desert bare. Nothing breaks the almighty stillness.
Even the jackalís felon cry might seem a soothing melody. A grey
wild rat, with snowy whiskers, out of a withered bramble stealing,
with a youthful snake in its ivory teeth, in the moonlight grins
with glee. This is their sole society.
Morn comes, the fresh and fragrant morn, for which even the guilty
sigh. Morn comes, and all is visible. And light like a signet on
the earth, and its face is turned like wax beneath a seal. Before
them and also on their right was the sandy desert; but in the night
they had approached much nearer to the mountainous chain, which
bounded the desert on the left, and whither Alroy had at first guided
The mountains were a chain of the mighty Elburz;*
and, as the sun rose from behind a lofty peak, the horse suddenly
stopped and neighed, as if asking for water. But Alroy, himself
exhausted, could only soothe him with caresses. And the horse, full
of courage, understood his master, and neighed again more cheerfully.
For an hour or two the Prince and his faithful companion proceeded
slowly, but, as the day advanced, the heat became so oppressive,
and the desire to drink so overwhelming, that Alroy again urged
on the steed towards the mountains, where he knew that he should
find a well. The courser dashed willingly forward, and seemed to
share his masterís desire to quit the arid and exhausting wilderness.
More than once the unhappy fugitive debated whether he should
not allow himself to drop from his seat and die; no torture that
could await him at Hamadan, but seemed preferable to the prolonged
and inexpressible anguish which he now endured. As he rushed along,
leaning on his bearerís neck, he perceived a patch of the desert
that seemed of a darker colour than the surrounding sand. Here,
he believed, might perhaps be found water. He tried to check the
steed, but with difficulty he succeeded, and with still greater
difficulty dismounted. He knelt down, and feebly raked up the sand
with his hands. It was moist. He nearly fainted over his fruitless
labour. At length, when he had dug about a foot deep, there bubbled
up some water. He dashed in his hand, but it was salt as the ocean.
When the horse saw the water his ears rose, but, when he smelt it,
he turned away his head, and neighed most piteously.
ĎAlas, poor beast!í exclaimed Alroy, ĎI am the occasion of thy
suffering, I, who would be a kind master to thee, if the world would
let me. Oh, that we were once more by my own fair fountain! The
thought is madness. And Miriam too! I fear I am sadly tenderhearted.í
He leant against his horseís back, with a feeling of utter exhaustion,
and burst into hysteric sobs.
And the steed softly moaned, and turned its head, and gently rubbed
its face against his arm, as if to solace him in his suffering.
And strange, but Alroy was relieved by having given way to his emotion,
and, charmed with the fondness of the faithful horse, he leant down
and took water, and threw it over its feet to cool them, and wiped
the foam from its face, and washed it, and the horse again neighed.
And now Alroy tried to remount, but his strength failed him, and
the horse immediately knelt down and received him. And the moment
that the Prince was in his seat, the horse rose, and again proceeded
at a rapid pace in their old direction. Towards sunset they were
within a few miles of the broken and rocky ground into which the
mountains descended; and afar off Alroy recognised the cupola of
the long-expected well. With re-animated courage and rallied energies
he patted his courserís neck, and pointed in the direction of the
cupola, and the horse pricked up its ears, and increased its pace.
Just as the sun set, they reached the well. Alroy jumped off the
horse, and would have led it to the fountain, but the animal would
not advance. It stood shivering with a glassy eye, and then with
a groan fell down and died.