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s valour onward. In the last attack He rode before us as the crested wave That leads the flood; and lo, our enemies Were broken like a dam of river-reeds. The flying King encircled by his guard Was lodged like driftwood on a little hill. Then Naaman, who led our foremost band Of whirlwind riders, hammered through the hedge Of spearmen, brandishing the golden yoke. "Take back this gift," he cried; and shattered it On Shalmaneser's helmet. So the fight Dissolved in universal rout; the King, His chariots and his horsemen fled away; Our captain stood the master of the field, And saviour of Damascus! Now he brings, First to the King, report of this great triumph. [Shouts of joy and applause.] RUAHMAH: [Coming close to SABALLIDIN.] But what of him who won it? Fares he well? My mistress would receive some word of him. SABALLIDIN: Hath she not heard? RUAHMAH: But one brief message came: A letter saying, "We have fought and conquered," No word of his own person. Fares he well? SABALLIDIN: Alas, most ill! For he is like a man Consumed by some strange sickness: wasted, wan,-- His eyes are dimmed so that he scarce can see; His ears are dulled; his fearless face is pale As one who walks to meet a certain doom Yet will not flinch. It is most pitiful,-- But you shall see. RUAHMAH: Yea, we shall see a man Who dared to face the wrath of evil powers Unknown, and hazard all to save his country. [Enter BENHADAD with courtiers.] BENHADAD: Where is my faithful servant Naaman, The captain of my host? SABALLIDIN: My lord, he comes. [Trumpet sounds. Enter company of soldiers in armour. Then four soldiers bearing captured standards of Asshur. NAAMAN follows, very pale, armour dinted and stained; he is blind, and guides himself by cords from the standards on each side, but walks firmly. The doors of the temple open slightly, and REZON appears at the top of the steps. NAAMAN lets the cords fall, and gropes his way for a few paces.] NAAMAN: [Kneeling.] Where is my King? Master, the bearer of thy sword returns. The golden yoke thou gavest me I broke On him who sent it. Asshur's Bull h
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