The unknown youth leaped into the arena and,
addressing himself to the king of Scythia, said:
"Your majesty need not be surprised at not having entirely succeeded. These ebony bows are made in my country. There is a peculiar method in using them. Your merit is greater in having bent it than if I were to curve it."
He then took an arrow, and placing it upon the string, bent the bow of Nimrod, and shot the arrow beyond the gates. A million hands at once applauded the prodigy. Babylon re-echoed with acclamations; and all the ladies agreed it was fortunate for so handsome a youth to be so strong.
He took out of his pocket a small ivory tablet, wrote upon it with a golden pencil, fixed the tablet to the bow, and presented it to the princess with such a grace as charmed every spectator. He then modestly returned to his place between his bird and his valet. All Babylon was in astonishment; the three kings were confounded; while the stranger did not seem to pay the least attention to what had happened.
Formosanta was still more surprised to read upon the ivory tablet, tied to the bow, these lines, written in the best Chaldæan:
- L'arc de Nemrod est celui de la guerre;
- L'arc de l'amour est celui du bonheur;
- Vous le portez. Par vous ce Dieu vainqueur
- Est devenu le maître de la terre.
- Trois Rois puissants, trois rivaux aujourd'hui,
- Osent prétèndre à l'honneur de vous plaire.
- Je ne sais pas qui votre cœur préfère,
- Mais l'univers sera jaloux de lui.
