CHAPTER I.
"Go down, grandfather: I will watch." But the old man to whom the entreaty was addressed shook his shaven head.
"Yet you can get no rest here....
"And the stars?
And the tumult below?
Who can think of rest in hours like these?
Throw my cloak around me! Rest--on such a night of horror!" "You are shivering.

And how your hand and the instrument are shaking." "Then support my arm." The youth dutifully obeyed the request; but in a short time he exclaimed: "Vain, all is vain; star after star is shrouded by the murky clouds.

Alas, hear the wailing from the city.

Ah, it rises from our own house too.

I am so anxious, grandfather, feel how my head burns! Come down, perhaps they need help." "Their fate is in the hands of the gods--my place is here.
"But there--there! Look northward across the lake.