"Who knows? Attila is composed of treachery. You do not know that
once he wrote two letters, one to Dieterich, King of the West Goths,
asking for an alliance against the Romans as the common enemy; and
on the same day he wrote a similar letter to the Romans, in which he
proposed an alliance against the West Goths. The deceit was
discovered, and Attila fell between two stools."
"He seems to be immortal, otherwise he would have been killed in
battle, as he always goes at the head of his army."
Until evening the travelling companions remained incarcerated. At
last the door was opened, and a master of the ceremonies led them
into the hall where the great feast was to take place. Here there
were countless seats and tables covered with the most costly cloths
and drinking vessels of gold and silver. The guests were assembled,
but the two travellers saw no faces that they knew; they looked in
vain for the bridegroom and the bride. As they were conducted to
their places, a low murmur broke out among the guests, who talked in
an undertone, and asked where the great King would show himself.
Orestes and Edeko cast their eyes over the walls and ceiling without
being able to see where the wonder would happen, for the childish
and cunning Huns used to amuse their guests with surprises and
practical jokes.
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