The Blood Of A Million Christs

by Bernard M. Patten

It was a glorious young morning, late spring or early summer, as you care to take it, when the dainty sheen of grass and leaf is blushing to a deeper green; and the city Kanoel seemed like a fair young maid, trembling with strange, waking pulses on the brink of womanhood. He rode through the western portal known as the Gate of the Friend, but of course to the people of this urbs he was anything but a friend. Compared to Morgan, Attila the Hun was a Red Cross volunteer. Indeed, there is a body of opinion which holds that Morgan should carry little bells, like lepers in the Middle Ages, to warn respectable citizens of his foul approach.

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Published December 1, 2004