Iskander!"
"I have, indeed, the misfortune to be Iskander, beloved lady," he
replied. "This is, indeed, a case almost of desperation, but if I have
to endure more than most men, I have, to inspire me, influences which
fall to the lot of few, yourself and Epirus. Come! Nicaeus, there is
but one chance, we must gain the bridge." Thus speaking, Iskander
caught Iduna in his arms, and remounting his steed, and followed by the
Prince of Athens, hurried towards the river.
"The water is not fordable," said Iskander, when they had arrived at
its bank. "The bridge I shall defend; and it will go hard if I do not
keep them at bay long enough for you and Iduna to gain the mountains.
Away; think no more of me; nay! no tear, dear lady, or you will unman
me. An ins inspiring smile, and all will go well. Hasten to Croia,
and let nothing tempt you to linger in the vicinity, with the hope of
my again joining you. Believe me, we shall meet again, but act upon
what I say, as if they were my dying words. God bless you, Nicaeus! No
murmuring.
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