The Prince of India, vol 1

The Prince of India, Volume 1

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THE PRINCE OF INDIA OR WHY CONSTANTINOPLE FELL
BY LEW. WALLACE
VOL. I.

Rise, too, ye Shapes and Shadows of the Past Rise from your long
forgotten grazes at last Let us behold your faces, let us hear The words
you uttered in those days of fear Revisit your familiar haunts again The
scenes of triumph and the scenes of pain And leave the footprints of
your bleeding feet Once more upon the pavement of the street
LONGFELLOW

CONTENTS
BOOK I THE EARTH AND THE SEA ARE ALWAYS GIVING UP
THEIR SECRETS

I. THE NAMELESS BAY II. THE MIDNIGHT LANDING III. THE
HIDDEN TREASURE
BOOK II THE PRINCE OF INDIA
I. A MESSENGER FROM CIPANGO II. THE PILGRIM AT EL
KATIF III. THE YELLOW AIR IV. EL ZARIBAH V. THE PASSING
OF THE CARAVAN VI. THE PRINCE AND THE EMIR VII. AT
THE KAABA VIII. THE ARRIVAL IN CONSTANTINOPLE IX.
THE PRINCE AT HOME X. THE ROSE OF SPRING
BOOK III THE PRINCESS IRENE
I. MORNING ON THE BOSPHORUS II. THE PRINCESS IRENE III.
THE HOMERIC PALACE IV. THE RUSSIAN MONK V. A VOICE
FROM THE CLOISTER VI. WHAT DO THE STARS SAY? VII.
THE PRINCE OF INDIA MEETS CONSTANTINE VIII. RACING
WITH A STORM IX. IN THE WHITE CASTLE X. THE ARABIAN
STORY-TELLER XI. THE TURQUOISE RING XII. THE RING
RETURNS XIII. MAHOMMED HEARS FROM THE STARS XIV.
DREAMS AND VISIONS XV. DEPARTURE FROM THE WHITE
CASTLE XVI. AN EMBASSY TO THE PRINCESS IRENE XVII.
THE EMPEROR'S WOOING XVIII. THE SINGING SHEIK XIX.
TWO TURKISH TALES XX. MAHOMMED DREAMS
BOOK IV THE PALACE OF BLACHERNE
I. THE PALACE OF BLACHERNE II. THE AUDIENCE III. THE
NEW FAITH PROCLAIMED IV. THE PANNYCHIDES V. A
PLAGUE OF CRIME VI. A BYZANTINE GENTLEMAN OF THE
PERIOD VII. A BYZANTINE HERETIC VIII. THE ACADEMY OF
EPICURUS IX. A FISHERMAN'S FETE X. THE HAMARI

BOOK I
THE EARTH AND THE SEA ARE ALWAYS GIVING UP THEIR
SECRETS THE PRINCE OF INDIA

CHAPTER I.
THE NAMELESS BAY
In the noon of a September day in the year of our dear Lord 1395, a
merchant vessel nodded sleepily upon the gentle swells of warm water
flowing in upon the Syrian coast. A modern seafarer, looking from the
deck of one of the Messagerie steamers now plying the same line of
trade, would regard her curiously, thankful to the calm which held her
while he slaked his wonder, yet more thankful that he was not of her
passage.
She could not have exceeded a hundred tons burthen. At the bow and
stern she was decked, and those quarters were fairly raised. Amidship
she was low and open, and pierced for twenty oars, ten to a side, all
swaying listlessly from the narrow ports in which they were hung.
Sometimes they knocked against each other. One sail, square and of a
dingy white, drooped from a broad yard-arm, which was itself tilted,
and now and then creaked against the yellow mast complainingly,
unmindful of the simple tackle designed to keep it in control. A
watchman crouched in the meagre shade of a fan-like structure
overhanging the bow deck. The roofing and the floor, where exposed,
were clean, even bright; in all other parts subject to the weather and the
wash there was only the blackness of pitch. The steersman sat on a
bench at the