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FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER •v >« ' I ■ « A I ■: ■j, ✓ • / IN THE TIME OF ATTILA BOOKS BY FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER TDl. S. Service Series Illustrated. Large i2mo. Cloth. Price $1.75 each. THE BOY WITH THE U. S. SURVEY THE BOY WITH THE U. S. FORESTERS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. CENSUS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. FISHERIES THE BOY WITH THE U. S. INDIANS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. EXPLORERS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. LIFE-SAVERS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. MAIL THE BOY WITH THE U. S. WEATHER MEN THE BOY WITH THE U. S. NATURALISTS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. TRAPPERS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. INVENTORS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. SECRET SERVICE THE BOY WITH THE U. S. MINERS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. DIPLOMATS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. RADIO THE BOY WITH THE AM. RED CROSS THE BOY WITH THE U. S. MARINES THE BOY WITH THE U. S. NAVY /IDuseum Series Illustrated. Large i2mo. Cloth. Price $1.75 each. THE MONSTER-HUNTERS THE POLAR HUNTERS THE AZTEC-HUNTERS THE WRECK-HUNTERS THE SAHARA HUNTERS THE GEM-HUNTERS HUNTERS OF OCEAN DEPTHS THE NEWS-HUNTERS THE TUSK-HUNTERS THE WONDER OF WAR IN THE AIR THE WONDER OF WAR ON LAND THE WONDER OF WAR AT SEA THE WONDER OF WAR IN THE HOLY LAND Illustrated, Large i2mo. Cloth. Price $1.75 each. THE BOYS’ BOOK OF THE WORLD WAR Illustrated. Large 12mo. Cloth. Price $2.50. THE BOOK OF COWBOYS Illustrated. Large i2mo. Cloth. Price $2.00. IN THE TIME OF ATTILA Illustrated. Large i2mo. Cloth. Price $2.00. LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO., BOSTON A SWORD THAT SEEMED ALIVE, GLEAMING LIKE THE LIGHTNING ITSELF.— Page 169. IN THE TIME OF ATTILA BY FRANCIS ROLT-WHEELER ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK T. MERRILL BOSTON LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. I, 0. Copyright, 1928, By Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co. All rights reserved IN THE TIME OF ATTILA PRINTED IN U. S. A. SEP 19 1928 ©Cl M 0 5 4 5 9 3 PREFACE Wilder man, more furious fighter, and more sensational conqueror never swept across the pages of a bloody history than Attila the Hun. To all time, his name remains a memory of fire and of slaughter. ‘‘The Scourge of God,’’ as he called himself, he became a demon of carnage ' and a creature of dread. Of his life, but little is known. In the fol¬ lowing story, every historical incident has been taken from the original Greek and Latin sources. All the personages in the tale, save two, are historical characters. To throw sharp light upon one of the most lurid pages of history, to set the thrill of battle and the mystery of hectic intrigue into simple form, to show the wild dash of the savage and barbarous Huns, and to blaze anew that World Trail of sword and fire which reached from China into Western Europe, is the aim and pur¬ pose of The Author 5 CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I A Strange Oath.11 CHAPTER II The Lure of Fame.36 CHAPTER III A Cunning Scout.61 CHAPTER IV Fighting an Aurochs.82 CHAPTER V A Shameful Triumph.102 CHAPTER VI A Night of Treachery.129 CHAPTER VII The Flaming Sword.147 CHAPTER VIII Daring the Dying.174 CHAPTER IX The Poisoned Goblet.190 7 r 8 CONTENTS PAQB CHAPTER X One Armlet Gone.200 CHAPTER XI A Traitor’s Doom.220 CHAPTER XII The Princess’ Ring.239 CHAPTER XIII The Decisive Battle.259 CHAPTER XIV The Death Bride.284 ILLUSTRATIONS A sword that seemed alive, gleaming like the lightning itself (Page 169) . Frontispiece FACINa PAGE * * Chief Attila, pass me three of your armlets! ’ ^ . 28 “Where a queen of the Goths goes afoot, no Goth is shamed to go af(^ot ^ ’.124 “You dare to call yourself ‘The Scourge of God/ By Him shall you be scourged. Look in the sky and tremble!’’.. 290 9 IN THE TIME OF / ATTILA CHAPTER I A STRANGE OATH ‘‘ ‘Who grooms Attila’s horse shall ride Attila’s horse!’ ” The prophecy rang over and over again in the ears of Goderedd, the Goth horse boy, as he rolled over on the wet hay and sleepily opened his eyes. He could scarcely believe that the cloaked figure that had dropped the words in his ear, as he was going to sleep the night before, was not part of a dream. But no, all had been too clear for that. Dawn came noisily and harshly to the camp of the Huns. The light, 'rushing up the eastern sky over the Cossack steppes and the marshy waste-land shores of the Black Sea, showed 12 IN THE TIME OF ATTILA Attila^s camp in all its disorder, dirt, and savagery. It showed some two hundred tents pitched here and there about the ground, without any pretense of regularity or plan. Horses were picketed on long heel-ropes, and all the baggage litter of an undisciplined camp lay helter-skelter on the muddy and sodden ground. It had rained shortly before daylight, and the ashes of last night ^s fires were black and cold. Lean dogs barked hungrily, horses whinnied and kicked at each other, gawky roosters crowed, some Bactrian camels bubbled with the quarrelsomeness of their breed, and, from the outskirts of the camp, came the far bleating of sheep and goats, stolen and driven to camp the day before, for the Hun host must be fed. Some of the tents were but three horse-hides sewn together; others were strips of discarded finery draped upon curved sticks. There were Bedouin tents from Asia Minor, of woven goats’ hair, black, or in long strips of gray and black, sprawling and rangy, not a yard high at their sides and so low that, even in the middle, a dwarfish Hun could not stand upright. A few were well-made tents of Eoman canvas, taken A STRANGE OATH 13 in some raid as part of the camp spoil. There were almost a score of small Kirghiz ‘^yourts’’ from Central Asia, with a demountable wooden frame, sides of felted camels’ hair, roofed with tanned pony-skins, and weather-proof. Not that all the savage warriors had spent the night under shelter; the starshine of the evening before had given no hint of storm. A good half of th^ Huns lay stretched upon the ground, their sheepskin saddles for their pil¬ lows, and their weapons—axes, swords, and javelins—^by their sides. Their costumes were as varied as their tents. A few of the men—the older warriors, mostly— wore long sleeveless coats of felted goats’ hair, woven with a double weave, the long harsh hairs hanging downward, strong and slippery enough to turn a glancing sword-blow; over these were laced breastplate girdles of horse-hide studded with nails. There were Kipchaks in black baggy trousers, and Ifghiz in coarse white wool and leg-length hoots. A fair proportion were dressed in a mixture of motley garments, stolen or pillaged in many a bloody raid. Some appeared as Greeks in belted cloaks and Boeotian sandals, their Mon- 14 IN THE TIME OF ATTILA gol-like faces appearing all the more hideous in this garb; many had pieces of Roman armor, but dinted, battered, and rusty; not a few were clad in leather as rustic Thracians; several wore skins of furs taken from the Northern Goths; and there were those, also, who had the bedizened remnants of what were once richly colored silken robes, hut tattered, bedraggled, and spotted with dirt and bloodstains. All, save those who wore the old Hun costume, looked as savage as tawdry barbarians aping the man¬ ners of civilization. There were but few women in the tents, for the Huns did not march as did the Goths, a nation at a time, taking all their women and possessions with them. The Huns rode in reck¬ less disarray, slew when there was any one to slay, stole where there was anything to steal, gorged when there was aught to eat, and slept at will, with utter disregard as to whether sleeping-time were daylight or dark. Such was the camp of young Attila, at this time, when he was nothing more than a pred¬ atory blood-brigand like his ancestors. The juvenile chief had not joined the army of his uncle Ruas the third king of the Huns, for he A STRANGE OATH 15 was, in some measure, an outlaw. His father, Mnndzuk, and his uncle Orta, had been denied their share of the kingdom, seized by the cold and cruel Ruas. Mundzuk had died and Orta had been killed by Attila, his own nephew. This murder had occurred during a raid on a Tartar camp. The Tartars had resisted, and Orta had given the order to retreat. Attila, enraged at such an order, had driven his sword through his uncle’s back, rallied the savage warriors, and carried the Tartar camp by storm. That was a year before, when Attila was only seven¬ teen years old. Some four hundred warriors had followed Attila into outlawry, if that could be called following which was merely a disorderly clus¬ tering around a self-appointed leader, whose only claims to leadership were an extraordi¬ nary magnetic power, a savage blood-lust, and a reckless daring which made him risk any¬ thing for the sake of spoil. When there was food or plunder to be found, the Huns raided, slaughtered, ate, and slept; only to plunder and slay, and then to eat and sleep again.