"Indeed, dear Nicaeus," she said, "my anxiety to see my father, or hear
from him, is so great, that there is scarcely any danger which I would
not encounter to gratify my wish. I feel that I have already taxed
your endurance too much. But we are no longer in a hostile land, and
guards and guides are to be engaged. Let me then depart alone!"
"Iduna!" exclaimed Nicaeus, reproachfully. "Alas! Iduna, you are cruel,
but I did not expect this!"
"Dear Nicaeus!" she answered, "you always misinterpret me! It would
infinitely delight me to be restored to Hunniades by yourself, but
these are no common times, and you are no common person. You forget
that there is one that has greater claims upon you even than a forlorn
maiden, your country. And whether Iskander be at Croia or not, Greece
requires the presence and exertions of the Prince of Athens."
"I have no country," replied Nicaeus, mournfully, "and no object for
which to exert myself."
"Nicaeus! Is this the poetic patriot who was yesterday envying
Themistocles?"
"Alas! Iduna, yesterday you were my muse.
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