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- CHAPTER LXXVII.
They Sup
There seemed something sinister, hollow, heartless, about Abrazza, and
that green-and-yellow, evil-starred crown that he wore.
But why think of that? Though we like not something in the curve of
one’s brow, or distrust the tone of his voice; yet, let us away with
suspicions if we may, and make a jolly comrade of him, in the name of
the gods. Miserable! thrice miserable he, who is forever turning over
and over one’s character in his mind, and weighing by nice avoirdupois,
the pros and the cons of his goodness and badness. For we are all good
and bad. Give me the heart that’s huge as all Asia; and unless a man,
be a villain outright, account him one of the best tempered blades in
the world.
That night, in his right regal hall, King Abrazza received us. And in
merry good time a fine supper was spread.
Now, in thus nocturnally regaling us, our host was warranted by many
ancient and illustrious examples.
For old Jove gave suppers; the god Woden gave suppers; the Hindoo deity
Brahma gave suppers; the Red Man’s Great Spirit gave suppers:— chiefly
venison and game.
And many distinguished mortals besides.
Ahasuerus gave suppers; Xerxes gave suppers; Montezuma gave suppers;
Powhattan gave suppers; the Jews’ Passovers were suppers; the Pharaohs
gave suppers; Julius Caesar gave suppers:—and rare ones they were;
Great Pompey gave suppers; Nabob Crassus gave suppers; and
Heliogabalus, surnamed the Gobbler, gave suppers.
It was a common saying of old, that King Pluto gave suppers; some say
he is giving them still. If so, he is keeping tip-top company, old
Pluto:—Emperors and Czars; Great Moguls and Great Khans; Grand Lamas
and Grand Dukes; Prince Regents and Queen Dowagers:—Tamerlane
hob-a-nobbing with Bonaparte; Antiochus with Solyman the Magnificent;
Pisistratus pledging Pilate; Semiramis eating bon-bons with Bloody
Mary, and her namesake of Medicis; the Thirty Tyrants quaffing three to
one with the Council of Ten; and Sultans, Satraps, Viziers, Hetmans,
Soldans, Landgraves, Bashaws, Doges, Dauphins, Infantas, Incas, and
Caciques looking on.
Again: at Arbela, the conqueror of conquerors, conquering son of
Olympia by Jupiter himself, sent out cards to his captains,—
Hephestion, Antigonus, Antipater, and the rest—to join him at ten,
p.m., in the Temple of Belus; there, to sit down to a victorious
supper, off the gold plate of the Assyrian High Priests. How
majestically he poured out his old Madeira that night!—feeling grand
and lofty as the Himmalehs; yea, all Babylon nodded her towers in his
soul!
Spread, heaped up, stacked with good things; and redolent of citrons
and grapes, hilling round tall vases of wine; and here and there,
waving with fresh orange-boughs, among whose leaves, myriads of small
tapers gleamed like fire-flies in groves,—Abrazza’s glorious board
showed like some banquet in Paradise: Ceres and Pomona presiding; and
jolly Bacchus, like a recruit with a mettlesome rifle, staggering back
as he fires off the bottles of vivacious champagne.
In ranges, roundabout stood living candelabras:—lackeys, gayly
bedecked, with tall torches in their hands; and at one end, stood
trumpeters, bugles at their lips.
“This way, my dear Media!—this seat at my left—Noble Taji!—my right.
Babbalanja!—Mohi—where you are. But where’s pretty Yoomy?— Gone to
meditate in the moonlight? ah!—Very good. Let the banquet begin. A
blast there!”
And charge all did.
The venison, wild boar’s meat, and buffalo-humps, were extraordinary;
the wine, of rare vintages, like bottled lightning; and the first
course, a brilliant affair, went off like a rocket.
But as yet, Babbalanja joined not in the revels. His mood was on him;
and apart he sat; silently eyeing the banquet; and ever and anon
muttering,—“Fogle-foggle, fugle-fi.—”
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