Cleopatra

by H. Rider Haggard, William Sutherland (Narrated by)

Overview

Cleopatra lies asleep: Harmachis looks down at the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. One white, rounded arm makes a pillow for her head. The web of her dark hair flows all around her. The rich lips are parted in a smile. Her limbs are draped in a robe so thin that the gleam of her flesh shines through it.

The sight of Cleopatra's beauty strikes the young Egyptian with all the power of a mortal blow. And for a moment Harmachis aches with grief because he has to kill someone so lovely!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780786152155
Publisher:	Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date:	03/06/2007
Edition description:	Unabridged

About the Author

Henry Rider Haggard (1856-1925) was born in Norfolk, England. After failing the Army entrance exam, he went to Natal in 1875, as secretary to Sir Henry Bulwer, and the next year went to the Transvaal. He returned to England in 1881, married, and settled down to a literary life. His first novel, King Solomon's Mines, was published in 1885. He published thirty-four adventure novels during his lifetime. He was knighted in 1912.

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Chapter Xv. Of The Feast Of Cleopatra; Of The Melting Of The Pearl; Of The Saying Of Harmachis; And Of Cleopatra's vow Of Love. On the third night the feast was once more prepared in the hall of the great house that had been set aside to the use of Cleopatra, and on this night its splendour was greater even than on the nights before. For the twelve couches that were set about the table were embossed with gold and those of Cleopatra and Antony were of gold set with jewels. The dishes also were all of gold set with jewels, the walls were hung with purple cloths sewn with gold, and on the floor, covered with a net of gold, fresh roses were strewn ankle- deep, that as the slaves trod them sent up their perfume. Once again I was bidden to stand, with Charmion and Iras and Merira, behind the couch of Cleopatra, and, like a slave, from timeto time call out the hours as they flew. And there being no help, I went cold at heart; but this I swore—it should be for the last time, since I could not bear that shame. For though I would not yet believe what Charmion told me—that Cleopatra was about to become the Love of Antony —yet I could no more endure this ignominy and torture. For from Cleopatra now I had no words save such as a Queen speaks to her slave, and methinks it gave her dark heart pleasure to torment me. Thus it came to pass that I, the Pharaoh, crowned of Khem, stood among eunuchs and waiting-women behind the couch of Egypt's Queen while the feast went merrily and the wine-cup passed. And ever Antony sat, his eyes fixed upon the face of Cleopatra, who from time to time let her deep glance lose itself in his, and then for a little while their talk died away. For he toldher tales of war and of deeds that he had done—ay, and love-jests such as are not meet for the ears of wom...