Chapter 14 PRINCESS IANTHE

Là il vino, la luce, la nota che freme

Nei nervi, nel sangue, risveglian l'ardor.

Carducci.

Hardly in the history of Alsander, not when the first Kradenda laid the foundation-stone! of the Cathedral and all his warriors clashed their spears, nor yet in the silver age of Basilandron, when the youthful bands, clothed curiously, the women in