And he said, "I will seek mercy of Him against whom
I have most offended."
So he fled to the foot of the Great White Throne. And as he kneeled
there, broken and abased, the world was silent, waiting for the
sentence of the Judge of All.
August, 1918.
ASHES OF VENGEANCE
Dun was a hard little city, proud and harsh; but impregnable
because it was built upon a high rock. The host of the Visigoths
had besieged it for months in vain. Then came a fugitive from the
city, at midnight, to the tent of Alaric, the Chief of the besiegers.
The man was haggard and torn. His eyes were wild, his hands trembling.
The Chief held and steadied him with a look.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Your name, the purpose that brings you
here?"
"My name," said the man, "is the Avenger. For thirty years I have
lived in Dun, and the people have been unjust and cruel to me.
They persecuted my family, because they hated me. My wife died of
a broken heart, my children of starvation. I have just escaped from
the prison of Dun, and come to tell you how the city may be taken.
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