The Prince of India; Or, Why Constantinople Fell — Volume 01 — Text and Context

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Wallace, Lew, 1827-1905 Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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Lew Wallace's historical novel opens with a merchant vessel off the Syrian coast in 1395, then shifts to the Prince of India's clandestine arrival and his dealings with Emir Mirza and Mahommed. The narrative moves between sea voyages, castle intrigues, and the Bosphorus, building toward the fall of Constantinople through layered scenes of treasure, prophecy, and political maneuvering.
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In the noon of a September day in the year of our dear Lord 1395, a merchant vessel nodded sleepily upon the gentle swells of warm water flowing in upon the Syrian coast. A modern seafarer, looking from the deck of one of the Messagerie steamers now plying the same line of trade, would regard her curiously, thankful to the calm which held her while he slaked his wonder, yet more thankful that he was not of her passage.

She could not have exceeded a hundred tons burthen. At the bow and stern she was decked, and those quarters were fairly raised. Amidship she was low and open, and pierced for twenty oars, ten to a side, all swaying listlessly from the narrow ports in which they were hung. Sometimes they knocked against each other. One sail, square and of a dingy white, drooped from a broad yard-arm, which was itself tilted, and now and then creaked against the yellow mast complainingly, unmindful of the simple tackle designed to keep it in control. A watchman crouched in the meagre shade of a fan-like structure overhanging the bow deck. The roofing and the floor, where exposed, were clean, even bright; in all other parts subject to the weather and the wash there was only the blackness of pitch. The steersman sat on a bench at the stern. Occasionally, from force of habit, he rested a hand upon the rudder-oar to be sure it was yet in reach. With exception of the two, the lookout and the steersman, all on board, officers, oarsmen, and sailors, were asleep--such confidence could a Mediterranean calm inspire in those accustomed to life on the beautiful sea. As if Neptune never became angry there, and blowing his conch, and smiting with his trident, splashed the sky with the yeast of waves! However, in 1395 Neptune had disappeared; like the great god Pan, he was dead.

The next remarkable thing about the ship was the absence of the signs of business usual with merchantmen. There were no barrels, boxes, bales, or packages visible. Nothing indicated a cargo. In her deepest undulations the water-line was not once submerged. The leather shields of the oar-ports were high and dry. Possibly she had passengers aboard. Ah, yes! There under the awning, stretched halfway across the deck dominated by the steersman, was a group of persons all unlike seamen. Pausing to note them, we may find the motive of the voyage.

Four men composed the group. One was lying upon a pallet, asleep yet restless. A black velvet cap had slipped from his head, giving freedom to thick black hair tinged with white. Starting from the temples, a beard with scarce a suggestion of gray swept in dark waves upon the neck and throat, and even invaded the pillow. Between the hair and beard there was a narrow margin of sallow flesh for features somewhat crowded by knots of wrinkle. His body was wrapped in a loose woollen gown of brownish-black. A hand, apparently all bone, rested upon the breast, clutching a fold of the gown. The feet twitched nervously in the loosened thongs of old-fashioned sandals. Glancing at the others of the group, it was plain this sleeper was master and they his slaves. Two of them were stretched on the bare boards at the lower end of the pallet, and they were white. The third was a son of Ethiopia of unmixed blood and gigantic frame. He sat at the left of the couch, cross-legged, and, like the rest, was in a doze; now and then, however, he raised his head, and, without fully opening his eyes, shook a fan of peacock feathers from head to foot over the recumbent figure. The two whites were clad in gowns of coarse linen belted to their waists; while, saving a cincture around his loins, the negro was naked.

There is often much personal revelation to be gleaned from the properties a man carries with him from home. Applying the rule here, by the pallet there was a walking-stick of unusual length, and severely hand-worn a little above the middle. In emergency it might have been used as a weapon. Three bundles loosely wrapped had been cast against a timber of the ship; presumably they contained the plunder of the slaves reduced to the minimum allowance of travel. But the most noticeable item was a leather roll of very ancient appearance, held by a number of broad straps deeply stamped and secured by buckles of a metal blackened like neglected silver.

The first chapter of Lew Wallace's The Prince of India establishes a deliberate, scene-by-scene movement that will define the volume. It opens with a merchant vessel 'nodding sleepily' off the Syrian coast in 1395, its description dwelling on the oars 'swaying listlessly' and the sail 'creaking against the yellow mast.' This static maritime image gives way to a midnight landing, a hidden treasure, and then a leap to a messenger from Cipango. The structure is episodic, each chapter a discrete tableau—a bay, a landing, a caravan passing—rather than a continuous narrative flow. The reader is asked to follow a series of arrivals and departures, each weighted with portent.

Recurring Images of the Sea and the Storm

Throughout the excerpts, the sea is not merely a setting but a recurring image that punctuates the action. The opening chapter presents the vessel as 'nodding sleepily' on 'gentle swells,' a calm that is later shattered by storms. When Mahommed rides to the White Castle, he does so 'by hard galloping before the bursting of the storm,' and the narrative notes 'the howling of the wind, and the bursting and beating of the rain.' The storm becomes a marker of transition—between scenes, between characters' states of mind. The Princess Irene arrives during this same tempest, her composed demeanor contrasting with the weather. The sea and storm imagery thus serves as a structural device, signaling shifts in location and tension.

Movement Between Confined and Open Spaces

The narrative repeatedly moves from enclosed, secretive spaces to open, expansive ones. The Prince of India is first introduced in a 'nameless bay,' then in a castle prison where he negotiates with the Emir. The prison is described as a confined space, yet the Prince paces 'the floor long and rapidly,' mentally preparing for a 'turn in his course.' Later, the action shifts to the Bosphorus, the open water, and the White Castle's landing. The Princess Irene is seen stepping from a boat, her form 'delicately observable' in the open air. This alternation between cramped interiors (ships, prisons, castle chambers) and wide exteriors (sea, storm, river landing) creates a rhythm of constraint and release, mirroring the political and personal maneuvers of the characters.

The Prince's Calculated Speech and Silence

The Prince of India is characterized by his deliberate, measured speech. When speaking to the Emir Mirza, he refuses to disturb the Governor, saying 'I forgive him, and pray he may not be disturbed.' He then adds a veiled threat: 'Upon the springing of a mischance... I may be driven to come back to this Castle.' His words are layered with implication, and he invokes 'one of the Prophets whom Allah stations at the turns in every man's career' to justify his caution. The narrative notes that after the Emir departs, the Prince 'paced the floor' and consulted 'the Prophet whom he saw waiting there.' His silence and internal deliberation are as significant as his spoken lines, suggesting a character who operates through indirection and foresight.

The Princess Irene as a Figure of Composure

When Mahommed first sees the Princess Irene, she is 'struck with her composed demeanor' despite the storm and her forced landing. Her face is 'in fair view' and 'astonished him'; her form is 'delicately observable' and 'exquisitely in correspondence with her face.' The narrative emphasizes her stillness and control in a scene of upheaval. She sends a 'spirited message' to the Governor, and Mahommed, intrigued, decides to play the role of the Governor himself. Irene's composure is a counterpoint to the Prince's calculated secrecy and Mahommed's impulsive curiosity. She becomes a focal point of calm, around which the male characters' plans and reactions revolve.

Readers attentive to the volume's structure will notice how each chapter functions as a discrete scene, often beginning with a new location or character entrance. The movement between sea, castle, and palace is not merely geographical but thematic, as each setting imposes its own rules of conduct. The Prince of India's cryptic remarks and the Princess Irene's poised silence invite careful rereading. Pay attention to the moments of stillness—the nodding ship, the pacing Prince, the composed Princess—as they often precede the most consequential turns.

Reading this, I found myself back on a grey afternoon years ago, tracing the Prince’s careful silences, that ache of waiting for a city to fall. It reminded me of Vittoria — Volume 6 — Context and Discussion, which once held that same hush of political rooms, heavy with unspoken things. Old stories feel like conversations I’ve had before.

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