In the midst of the garden rose a fountain, whence the
bubbling waters flowed in artificial channels through vistas of orange
and lemon trees. By the side of the fountain on a luxurious couch, his
eyes fixed upon a richly-illuminated volume, reposed Nicaeus, the
youthful Prince of Athens.
"Ah! is it you?" said the Prince, looking up with a smile, as the
stranger advanced. "You have arrived just in time to remind me that we
must do something more than read the Persae, we must act it."
"My dear Nicaeus," replied the stranger, "I have arrived only to bid you
farewell."
"Farewell!" exclaimed the Prince in a tone of surprise and sorrow; and
he rose from the couch. "Why! what is this?"
"It is too true;" said the stranger, and he led the way down one of the
walks. "Events have occurred which entirely baffle all our plans and
prospects, and place me in a position as difficult as it is harrowing.
Hunniades has suddenly crossed the Danube in great force, and carried
everything before him. I am ordered to proceed to Albania instantly,
and to repair to the camp at the head of the Epirots.
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