In the meantime, I understand a messenger
awaits me here from the great Hunniades. Unless that shield of
Christendom maintain himself in his present position, our chance of
ultimate security is feeble. With his constant diversion in Bulgaria,
we may contrive here to struggle into success. You sometimes laugh at
my sanguine temper, Nicaeus. To say the truth, I am more serene than
sanguine, and was never more conscious of the strength of my opponent
than now, when it appears that I have beaten him. Hark! the people
cheer. I love the people, Nicaeus, who are ever influenced by genuine
and generous feelings. They cheer as if they had once more gained a
country. Alas! they little know what they must endure even at the
best. Nay! look not gloomy; we have done great things, and will do
more. Who waits without there? Demetrius! Call the messenger from
Lord Hunniades."
An Epirot bearing a silken packet was now introduced, which he
delivered to Iskander. Reverently touching the hand of his chieftain,
the messenger then kissed his own and withdrew.
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