Charles Morris
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4,189 appearances
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first heard Aug 2026
last heard 18 Aug
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Their offer of gold did not reach his deepest motive.
Curiosity with him was stronger than greed, and he laughed in his beard at the fears and tremblings of his lords.
It shall not be said that Don Rodrigue, the king of the Goths, fears the devil or his agents, he loudly declared, and orders were given that the locks should be forced.
One by one the rusty safeguards yielded to key or sledge.
And the gates shrieked disapproval when at length they reluctantly turned on their stiff hinges that had not moved for centuries.
Into the cavern strode the king, followed by his fearful but curious train.
The rooms, as tradition had said, were many, and from room to room he hurried with rapid feet.
He sought in vain, no gold appeared, no jewels glittered on his sight.
The rooms were drear and empty, their hollow floors mocking his footsteps with long, silent echoes.
One treasure only he found, the jewelled table of Solomon, a famous ancient work of art which had long remained hidden from human sight.
Of this wonderful relic we shall say no more here, for it has a history of its own to be told in a future tale.
On and on went the disappointed king, with nothing to satisfy his avarice or his curiosity.
At length he entered the chamber of the spell, the magic room which had so long been locked from human vision, and looked with eyes of wonder on the secret which had been so carefully preserved.
What he saw was simple, but threatening.
On the wall of the room was a rude painting which represented a group of strangely dressed horsemen, some wearing turban, some bareheaded, with locks of coarse black hair hanging over their foreheads.
The signs of animals covered their limbs, they carried scimitars and lances and bore fluttering pennons, their horses were small but of purest breed.
Turning in doubt and dread from this enigmatical drawing, this daring intruder saw in the centre of the apartment a pedestal bearing a marble urn in which lay a scroll of parchment.
From this one of his scribes read the following words.
Whenever this asylum is violated and the spell contained in this urn broken, the people shown in the picture shall invade the land and overturn the throne of its kings.
The rule of the Goths shall end and the whole country fall into the hands of heathen strangers.
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