The Ruinous Face

Maurice Hewlett
The Ruinous Face, by Maurice
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[Illustration: HELEN AND EUTYCHES]
THE RUINOUS FACE

BY MAURICE HEWLETT
ILLUSTRATED

HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON MCMIX
Copyright, 1909, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
All rights reserved.
Published October, 1909.

"Hence there is in Rhodes a sanctuary of Helen of the Tree."
--Pausanias, iii., 19, 9.

ILLUSTRATIONS
HELEN AND EUTYCHES Frontispiece
THE ABDUCTION OF HELEN Facing p. 8 From the painting by
Rudolph von Deutsch.
HELEN OF TROY " 20 From the painting by Sir Frederick Leighton.
PARIS AND HELEN " 30 From the painting by Jacques Louis David
in the Louvre.

THE RUINOUS FACE
When the siege of Troy had been ten years doing, and most of the

chieftains were dead, both of those afield and those who held the walls;
and some had departed in their ships, and all who remained were
leaden-hearted; there was one who felt the rage of war insatiate in his
bowels: Menelaus, yellow-haired King of the Argives. He, indeed,
rested not day or night, but knew the fever fretting at his members, and
the burning in his heart. And when he scanned the windy plain about
the city, and the desolation of it; and when he saw the huts of the
Achæans, and the furrows where the chariots ploughed along the lines,
and the charred places of camp-fires, smoke-blackened trees, and
puddled waters of Scamander, and corn-lands and pastures which for
ten years had known neither plough nor deep-breathed cattle, nor
querulous sheep; even then in the heart of Menelaus was no pity for
Dardan nor Greek, but only for himself and what he had
lost--white-bosomed Helen, darling of Gods and men, and golden
treasure of the house.
* * * * *
The vision of her glowing face and veiled eyes came to him in the
night-season to make him mad, and in dreams he saw her, as once and
many times he had seen her, lie supine. There as she lay in his dream,
all white and gold, thinner than the mist-wreath upon a mountain, he
would cry aloud for his loss, and throw his arms out over the empty bed,
and feel his eye-sockets smart for lack of tears; for tears came not to
him, but his fever made his skin quite dry, and so were his eyes dry.
Therefore, when the chiefs of the Achæans in Council, seeing how their
strength was wearing down like a snowbank under the sun, looked
reproachfully upon him, and thought of Hector slain, and of dead
Achilles who slew him, of Priam, and of Diomede, and of tall Patroclus,
he, Menelaus, took no heed at all, but sat in his place, and said, "There
is no mercy for robbers of the house. Starve whom we cannot put to the
sword. Lay closer leaguer. So shall I win my wife again and have honor
among the Kings, my fellows." So he spake, for it was so he thought
day and night; and Agamemnon, King of Men, bore with him, and
carried the voices of all the Achæans. For since the death of Achilles
there was no man stout enough to gainsay him, or deny him anything.

In those days there was little war, since every man outside the walls
was sick of strife, and consumed with longing for his home, and wife
and children there. And one told another, "My son will be a grown man
in his first beard," and one, "My daughter will be a wife." As for the
men of Troy, it was well for them that their foes were spent; for Hector
was dead, and Agenor, and Troilus; and King Priam, the old, was fallen
into dotage, which deprived him of counsel. He loved Alexandros only,
whom men called Paris. On which account Æneas, the wise prince,
stood apart, and kept himself within the walls of his house. There
remained only that beauteous Paris, the ravisher. Him Helen held fast
enchained by her white arms and slow, sweet smile, and by the shafts
of light from her kind eyes. All the compliance of a fair woman made
for love lay in her; she could refuse nothing that was
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