And yet forgiveness is a heavenly boon. Perhaps the memory
of old days may melt her. As for yourself, sir -- but I'll not speak,
I cannot. Noble Iskander, if I mistake not, you may whisper words in
that fair ear, less grating than my own. May you be happy! I will not
profane your prospects with my vows. And yet I'll say farewell!"
The Prince of Athens turned away with an air of complete wretchedness,
and slowly withdrew. Iskander followed him.
"Nicaeus," said Iskander; but the prince entered the grove, and did not
turn round.
"Dear Nicaeus," said Iskander. The prince hesitated.
"Let us not part thus," said Iskander. "Iduna is most unhappy. She
bade me tell you she had forgotten all."
"God bless her, and God bless you, too!" replied Nicaeus. "I pray you
let me go."
"Nay! dear Nicaeus, are we not friends?"
"The best and truest, Iskander. I will to the camp, and meet you in
your tent ere morning break. At present, I would be alone."
"Dear Nicaeus, one word. You have said upon one point, what I could
well wish unsaid, and dared to prophesy what may never happen.
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