罗马是怎样建成的（7）（2/2）
《泰西故事30篇》作者：李汉昭 2017-04-10 17:32
door, and the king’s shepherd, Faustulus, pushed his way into the room.
“My lord Numitor, my lord Numitor,” he cried, “would you put your own grandson to death?” And then he hurriedly told the story of the twin babies and the wolf, and of the manner in which the boys had been brought up in his own house.
“And where is the other young man?” asked old Numitor, his memory going back slowly to his dear lost daughter Rhea Silvia.
“Here I am, grandfather,” said Romulus, coming suddenly in, and going boldly forward to the old man’s couch. He had returned from hunting just at the moment that the news of his brother’s capture was told on the Palatine Hill. Calling to the shepherds to follow him, he was hurrying toward the Aventine to rescue the prisoner by force, when Faustulus had met him and told him about his parentage and urged him to another course.
“Here I am, too, grandfather,” said Remus, as Numitor raised himself slowly and gazed at the two brothers with his weak old eyes.
“Whom do I see?” cried Numitor. “They have the face, the eyes, the look of Rhea Silvia; but what manly forms, what grace and strength! Yes, I must believe your story, Faustulus. They are my grandsons—their looks prove it.”
“And if further proof were wanting,” said Faustulus, “look upon this embroidered robe that was found with the children in the wolf’s den.”
Numitor took the soiled, torn garment in his hands, and his eyes filled with tears. “Alas, my dear lost daughter!” he moaned. “And cruel Amulius will slay your sons, too, when he learns they are still alive.”
“Not so, not so, King Numitor!” cried a voice at the door. “Down with Amulius!”
“Romulus and Remus! Let Romulus and Remus lead us!” shouted all the shepherds and serving men. “Down with Amulius the tyrant! Hail to our King Numitor!”
Within an hour a strong force of men, armed with axes and pikes and clubs, was marching against Alba Longa; and Romulus and Remus were the leaders.
Amulius was feasting in his palace, little thinking of danger, when the brothers rushed in at the head of their shepherd army. The fight was sharp but quickly over. The people of Alba Longa were so tired of Amulius that few cared to aid him. When he found that all was lost he tried to escape; but a shepherd from the Palatine pastures felled him with a club, and an end was soon put to his wicked life.
“My lord Numitor, my lord Numitor,” he cried, “would you put your own grandson to death?” And then he hurriedly told the story of the twin babies and the wolf, and of the manner in which the boys had been brought up in his own house.
“And where is the other young man?” asked old Numitor, his memory going back slowly to his dear lost daughter Rhea Silvia.
“Here I am, grandfather,” said Romulus, coming suddenly in, and going boldly forward to the old man’s couch. He had returned from hunting just at the moment that the news of his brother’s capture was told on the Palatine Hill. Calling to the shepherds to follow him, he was hurrying toward the Aventine to rescue the prisoner by force, when Faustulus had met him and told him about his parentage and urged him to another course.
“Here I am, too, grandfather,” said Remus, as Numitor raised himself slowly and gazed at the two brothers with his weak old eyes.
“Whom do I see?” cried Numitor. “They have the face, the eyes, the look of Rhea Silvia; but what manly forms, what grace and strength! Yes, I must believe your story, Faustulus. They are my grandsons—their looks prove it.”
“And if further proof were wanting,” said Faustulus, “look upon this embroidered robe that was found with the children in the wolf’s den.”
Numitor took the soiled, torn garment in his hands, and his eyes filled with tears. “Alas, my dear lost daughter!” he moaned. “And cruel Amulius will slay your sons, too, when he learns they are still alive.”
“Not so, not so, King Numitor!” cried a voice at the door. “Down with Amulius!”
“Romulus and Remus! Let Romulus and Remus lead us!” shouted all the shepherds and serving men. “Down with Amulius the tyrant! Hail to our King Numitor!”
Within an hour a strong force of men, armed with axes and pikes and clubs, was marching against Alba Longa; and Romulus and Remus were the leaders.
Amulius was feasting in his palace, little thinking of danger, when the brothers rushed in at the head of their shepherd army. The fight was sharp but quickly over. The people of Alba Longa were so tired of Amulius that few cared to aid him. When he found that all was lost he tried to escape; but a shepherd from the Palatine pastures felled him with a club, and an end was soon put to his wicked life.